Liam walked confidently toward the main entrance of the school. He adjusted the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. The morning sun bathed the courtyard in a warm, golden light, making the leaves of the nearby trees shimmer.
The bustle of students already filled the air, a chorus of voices and laughter echoing against the walls of the modern building. As he advanced along the cobblestone path, he noticed the subtle but profound differences of this inverted world.
Groups of women walked in noisy packs, laughing boisterously with overwhelming confidence. They gestured energetically and dominated the space with their mere presence.
They were tall and athletic, or curvy and voluptuous, dressed in uniforms that accentuated their power: short skirts revealing toned legs, or tight pants highlighting their wide hips and imposing figures.
Some had hair in vibrant colors, dyed strands waving to the rhythm of their determined steps. In contrast, the boys moved in smaller groups or even alone.
Slender and slim, with prominent asses, their walks graceful like a model on a runway. Speaking in soft, almost whispering tones, with delicate gestures that avoided drawing too much attention.
It was as if the world had taken the gender norms from his previous life and flipped them completely, turning women into hunters and men into tempting prey.
Liam felt a surge of adrenaline as he processed this. In his original world, he had been the muscular one, the initiator, the pursuer. Here, everything was reversed.
A part of him—the adventurous part—found it incredibly stimulating. He kept walking, noticing how some girls glanced at him sideways, their eyes lingering on his ass.
At the main entrance, he spotted his two lifelong friends: Ethan and Lucas, waiting under the arch of the door with their backpacks slung casually.
Ethan, with his blonde hair falling in perfect waves that caught the sunlight, green eyes sparkling with constant mischief. He was the most outgoing of the three, always ready with a joke or a compliment.
Lucas, on the other hand, had brown hair framing a delicate and soft face, with warm brown eyes that conveyed genuine warmth, and a shy smile that made him seem even more approachable.
Both shared the typical body of men in this world: slender, with wide hips and large, round asses.
However, Liam noted with an internal pang of pride—and a touch of excitement—that his own ass was even more prominent, more curvaceous and eye-catching, as if fate had designed him to be the center of attention.
Upon seeing him approach, Ethan raised his hand enthusiastically, his voice resonating above the ambient noise.
"Liam! Over here, handsome!"
Lucas smiled, adjusting his uniform tie with a nervous but affectionate gesture.
"Good morning, man. You look... different today. More... wild, somehow."
They hugged briefly, a casual but warm greeting filled with familiarity that Liam appreciated in his new life.
From the implanted memories in his mind during reincarnation, he knew the three had been friends since childhood, growing up together in the neighborhood, sharing secrets in backyards, laughter at school parties.
Ethan tilted his head, examining him curiously while narrowing his green eyes.
"Why didn't you put on makeup today? Are you trying something new?"
Liam shrugged, remembering his morning decision in the mirror, and responded with a relaxed smile.
"I'm going for more natural styles now. I don't need that to feel good. What do you think?"
Lucas nodded immediately, his brown eyes shining with genuine admiration and a touch of friendly envy.
"You're right. You don't need it at all. You're the most beautiful guy in school, Liam. Without makeup, you look even more... authentic. The girls won't be able to take their eyes off you."
Liam felt a warmth rise up his neck, but it wasn't embarrassment: it was pure excitement.
In his previous life, he would have responded with a playful compliment or an invitation to something more. But here, with his taste for femboys intact and amplified by his new body, the idea of exploring that friendship more intimately crossed his mind forcefully.
He imagined for a second their soft bodies pressed against his, their round asses under his hands. He had to suppress a shiver.
"One of these days, I have to fuck them," he thought, feeling his member stir slightly under his pants.
They began heading toward the classroom, walking in a line down the main hallway, which was crowded with hurried students.
Liam noticed how Ethan and Lucas swayed their hips as they walked, a feminine and seductive sway that in his original world would have been typical of women in high heels.
It was hypnotic, almost erotic, and reinforced the role reversal that defined this society.
As they advanced, the girls turned to look at them—especially at him—their eyes fixated on his prominent, round ass under the tight uniform pants.
Liam could feel the weight of those lustful gazes, like invisible caresses that made him smile inwardly.
Some whispered to each other, giggling under their breath. He wondered if in this world women planned "conquests" like he had done before.
They arrived at the classroom and sat in their usual seats: Liam in the middle of the back row, flanked by his friends, from where he could observe everything without being the immediate center.
He looked around, amazed by the diversity and uniform beauty of his classmates, who chatted animatedly before class started.
In this world, all the women he saw were beautiful in an almost supernatural way, perfect curves moving with dominant grace, impeccable skin glowing under the fluorescent light.
He noticed exotic hair colors that seemed natural: one girl with vibrant green strands contrasting her uniform.
Another with electric blue giving her a mystical air, and even one with natural pink hair cascading down her back.
Everything seemed straight out of an erotic anime or an adult fantasy, but it was real, palpable, and Liam felt his pulse quicken at the possibilities.
The noise in the classroom died down abruptly when the math teacher, Aria, entered, followed closely by her daughter Skye, who apparently attended the same school and shared some classes.
Both had intense blue hair.
Aria was a mature and dominant vision, with a presence that filled the room.
Large breasts straining her professional blouse to the limit, a wide and firm ass that moved with authority as she walked to the desk, and an hourglass figure that screamed experience and control. Her face was beautiful, with soft lines denoting maturity, her piercing eyes sweeping the classroom as if evaluating potential prey.
Skye, her daughter, was younger with smaller but equally beautiful and tempting proportions.
Class began with a dry announcement about the day's lesson.
Liam tried to focus on the notes, scribbling complex equations in his notebook with a pencil that felt strange in his new hand.
But his attention constantly drifted to Aria's body, her breasts moving slightly as she gestured with her hands, explaining theorems with a firm and authoritative voice. And when she turned to write on the board, her ass marked against the tight skirt, a spectacle that made Liam clench his teeth.
"I need to empty my balls or I'm going to go crazy," he thought, feeling his member harden under the desk, pressing against the fabric of his pants.
The arousal was constant in this world, with proactive and dominant women everywhere, and his perversion only amplified the chaos in his mind, making him imagine forbidden scenes with his teacher, who looked at him once with curiosity.
The class proceeded with relative normalcy: clear explanations on advanced algebra, questions from students that Aria answered with surgical precision. But Liam noticed how his female classmates occasionally turned to look at him, their eyes full of blatant interest—a flirty smile here, a lingering gaze there.
After math came another class—literature, perhaps, with analyses of poems that in this world emphasized themes of female power—where the pattern repeated: notes interrupted by erotic distractions, stolen glances that made him smile inwardly.
Finally, the lunch bell rang, a welcome relief that caused the classroom to empty in a whirlwind of backpacks and chatter.
Ethan and Lucas approached him immediately, and together they headed to the cafeteria, navigating crowded hallways where the girls dominated the flow.
The cafeteria was a spacious and bright area, with long polished wooden tables and a varied buffet smelling of fresh and tempting food.
His friends opted for light salads—crisp fresh lettuce, juicy cherry tomatoes, and a low-calorie herb dressing—typical of the "delicate diet" that men followed here to maintain their soft and attractive figures, avoiding anything that might "harden" their appearance.
Liam, however, went straight for the hamburger, juicy and steaming, with melted cheese dripping down the sides—a dish that in his previous life would have been his norm.
His friends looked at him in surprise, their green and brown eyes widening.
"A hamburger?" Ethan asked, arching a blonde eyebrow in disbelief. "That's... heavy. Are you crazy? You're going to bloat."
Lucas nodded, poking his salad with a delicate fork.
"Yeah, Liam. Are you sure?"
Liam laughed, taking a big juicy bite that filled his mouth with intense flavors.
"Today I'm really hungry. It's no big deal. In my... uh, in my opinion, a little indulgence doesn't hurt."
They ate together at a secluded table, chatting about "guy things": who liked whom at school (Ethan confessed a crush on a senior girl), new clothing trends (maybe pleated skirts for men in summer, to highlight curves), makeup fashions like the new holographic shine gloss, and skincare tips with clay masks.
Liam participated just enough, nodding and commenting occasionally, but internally he felt a bit tired of the superficial and repetitive chatter.
Finally, he decided to excuse himself to gain some space.
"Guys, I need to talk something with my sister Zoe. I'll see you in the next class, okay?"
Ethan and Lucas nodded without issue, continuing their animated chat about a new matte waterproof lipstick while Liam walked away, feeling liberated.
With free time ahead—the lunch lasted a full hour—Liam decided to explore the school more thoroughly.
He walked through the main hallways first.
He entered a side hallway, less traveled and somewhat hidden, with empty classrooms smelling of old chalk and rusted lockers guarding secrets from past generations.
"There has to be something interesting here," he thought, curious to discover more about this world.
Suddenly, he felt a firm and determined hand grab his arm, pulling him forcefully into an adjacent empty classroom.
The door closed with a dry click behind him, and he heard the unmistakable sound of the key turning in the lock, sealing the space.
When he turned around, regaining his balance, he saw who it was: the pink-haired classmate he had noticed earlier in the classroom during class.
Mia. Her natural pink hair fell in wild, messy waves, framing a beautiful face with eyes full of raw lust and a touch of possessive madness that made him swallow hard.
She looked him up and down with greed, lingering on his trap body, on his prominent ass marked against the pants, and on the subtle but noticeable bulge under the fabric, as if evaluating him for a feast.
Liam realized immediately what was happening.
In this world, women were the proactive ones, the aggressors, the ones who took what they wanted without asking permission.
And Mia seemed ready to claim her prize.
"This is going to be fun," Liam thought, a mischievous smile forming on his lips, his heart pounding with anticipation.