I’ve seen a lot of anime, manga, light novels, etc where the main character is the only boy in an all-girls school and his subsequent perverted antics have inspired me to write my own stuff. This is a fantasy story and it’s obviously quite unrealistic due to the subject matter, I don’t have any of the magical/supernatural stuff that a lot of anime, etc have, but still me being in an all-girls school where boys study is pretty unrealistic in itself. It takes place in a 100% fictional school. A common trend amongst these anime/manga is that the main character has a harem, and as you can probably tell from the title, this story will definitely have those elements.
Fair warning, some parts of this story might drag a bit and it might take a while to get to the sexy moments. This is how I like to do things, I like to have a lot of settings. But I promise you, when the action finally starts, it will be real. Of course, given the good response, I would like to make multiple parts of this story. So please be sure to give me your feedback. If you have any suggestions, ideas or suggestions, please let me hear them.
As always, please forgive me for any spelling/grammar errors. I never claim to be a great writer, but I do try my best.
All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
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Hi, my name is Allen and at the age of 18, due to some strange twist of fate, I became the only boy in a senior girls school. I understand now that to most men the idea of being surrounded by hot girls every day sounds like a dream come true, but as a teenage boy I basically struggled with this and it was like torture. How did I get to this place? Well, long story short, I got into some trouble and was kicked out of my old school, and my mother (the principal of Redwood Academy for Girls) arranged something and made an exception, so I was transferred here. It’s a little hard to explain, and I don’t know all the details myself.
Now, growing up in a family with only my mom, sister, aunt, and two cousins, I was used to being around women. My dad got divorced when I was younger and my aunt’s husband got divorced as well, so I’m sure they were a little tired of men. But despite their feelings towards men, they were always nice to me, so I never felt disliked or anything. Well, until I got into my teens and started getting into trouble. Then I guess recent troubles at school were the last straw, and despite my mom’s best efforts to get me transferred to Redwood, she was acting pretty indifferent towards me, and I got similar treatment from the rest of the family.
On my first day at my new school, I was introduced by the teachers of all my classes, and let’s just say the welcome wasn’t very warm. A few girls looked at me curiously, clearly fascinated by the situation. But most of the girls looked at me coldly, obviously unhappy that I was allowed into their school. Honestly, who can blame them? I didn’t even try to fit in, I didn’t even wear the uniform properly. The school uniform consists of a burgundy blazer with the school crest stitched on the chest, a white button-up dress shirt, tie, dark navy blue slacks, and brown leather shoes. The correct way to wear the uniform is to have the suit jacket buttoned up with three buttons hanging off the bottom, tuck the white dress shirt into the trousers, buttoned all the way up, and tie tied in a typical Windsor knot. (As a boy, the tie part only applies to me. Girls have ties too, but they’re different from boys’ ties. And girls wear skirts instead of slacks.) I always hated dressing up and going to that school anyway. Buttons undone and unbuttoned, white shirt only half-tied, top tie untied and tie half-tied at most. Not to mention my messy mid-length brown hair and unkempt hair in my face. From the moment I stepped onto campus, most people looked at me like a delinquent. By the time I was introduced to my class, word had spread that the new student was a delinquent, and somehow they also thought I was some sort of pervert. I admit I was mistaken, but pervert? That frustrates me.
After the first day of classes, I walked up to the student dormitory alone. I was to meet the RA to discuss my life situation on campus. The campus is large, with many classrooms and other facilities, and three separate dormitories, each with its own cafeteria and recreation room. It’s a miracle I didn’t get lost. I arrived at the dormitory and found the RA in her office. I immediately noticed that she was an attractive woman who looked to be in her 20s or 30s.
“Alan Reynolds?” he asked.
“Yes, I said it.
“By the way, hello everyone, I’m Danielle, I’m the resident assistant in these dorms. Please take a seat first.” She said pointing to a chair in front of her desk.
I sat down and he turned his attention back to the computer on his desk.
“I’ll give you a room in a little while, but first I need to discuss the rules with you. As you can imagine, this situation is a bit unprecedented,” she said, turning her attention to me.
I just nodded.
“First of all, our hostel has no facilities for men. So we had to make some new rules for the bathroom and shower. I made a schedule of when the shower could be used when there was no one around. Like for the bathroom, since that obviously can’t be arranged, you have to use one of the restrooms on the main campus,” she said, handing me a piece of paper that said how long I could use the shower.
“That’s fine,” I said, but thought differently. Great, I thought to myself, this is basically like a prison, do they have scheduled showers here? Damn it.
I mean, I understand the logic, but it still bothers me.
“Okay,” she said with a smile. “If you come with me, I’ll take you to your room.” She said as she stood up from her desk.
I followed her out of her office and walked with her while she introduced me to the dormitories, canteen, recreation room etc.
“For obvious reasons we will give you your room. All students are expected to be in their rooms by 10pm with the lights off. If you need anything, just ask, you know where my office is.” he said giving me the room key before walking away.
I walked into my room and looked around, there were two beds, two dressers, two desks and a large closet that was clearly made for two people. I realized how lonely my life would be. Again, I think it would be better to have my own room than to share a room like all the other students. I put my bag next to the desk and sat on the bed, luckily the bed was at least comfortable but I needed sheets, pillows and blankets. All my stuff was in my mom’s car though so I had to go see her before the day was over.
I got up and walked out of the room closing and locking the door. I walked through the dorm hall ignoring the girls’ stares. I walked out of the dorm towards the main campus and headed towards the principal’s office, which was my mom’s office. When I got to the building where her office was, I walked in and found my mom’s office, the door was open so I didn’t have to bother knocking or talking to her secretary.
“Mom,” I said to get her attention while she was busy working at her desk.
“You know, I have a secretary for a reason,” he said, without looking up from his work.
She’s been very indifferent and distant since what happened at my alma mater, so this is no surprise.
I replied, “I don’t think I need a secretary to come and talk to my mother.”
“Well, what do you need? I’m very busy,” he replied.
“I need to get my stuff out of your car,” I said.
Mom then reached into her purse on the floor beside her and pulled out the keys from one of its pockets. As she handed me the keys, she finally looked up from her work and back at me.
“Allen, put on your uniform. Please get a haircut and shave. Try to look presentable,” he said, then turned his attention back to his work.
I didn’t say anything else, just put the keys in my pocket and walked out of her office. Strangely, it felt good to have her admit that I wore my uniform improperly, which was the most concern she had for me in a long time. I walked to the parking lot where my mom’s car was parked. I had brought a few boxes and bags with me, there were too many to carry to the dorm, so I just walked up to the dorm and parked outside. Then I got out of the car, picked up my two large duffel bags from the back seat and started to carry them to my room. As I was carrying my bags I noticed a group of girls looking at me. I put my stuff in the room and walked back to the car. I opened the truck and as I was looking for the rest of the boxes in the back, I heard a woman’s voice behind me.
“Hey, you’re the new male student, right? Your name is Alan?” the female voice asked.
“Huh? Oh yes.” I said, a little shocked, and turned around.
The voice belonged to an extremely attractive dark haired woman with green eyes. I can’t give much information about her due to the school’s ban on uniforms, but she has light brown skin and is about 5ft 6in tall. I remember she was in one of my classes and she was one of the few girls who didn’t look at me with disgust. I also noticed right away that while this girl was talking to me, a lot of girls outside the dorm were giving me the stink eye. She must have noticed it too.
“Oh don’t worry about any of them, most of them are just snobby bitches who are just jealous that their boyfriends aren’t allowed on campus but you are.”
Wow, I thought, this is what this girl says. This is definitely a breath of fresh air.
“Anyway, do you need help putting those boxes away? Oh, and by the way, I’m Molly. Nice to meet you,” she said with a smile and adorable laugh, and extended her hand to shake.
“Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Alan.” I said taking his little hand and shaking it.
“Yeah, I know. Everyone knows your name,” she said with another cute laugh.
“Ah, okay.” I scratched my head and said with a nervous smile.
“You need help? I can get you one,” she said, smiling, easing the tension.
“Oh, um, yes. Thanks,” I said, handing him the two lighters in the box.
“It’s alright,” he said as we walked to my room with our suitcases.
When we reached my room with the boxes, I placed them on the floor of my room while Molly waited in the hall.
“Thanks for your help,” I said when I met him in the lobby.
“It’s alright. It’s nice to meet you. Come and talk to me sometime. I’ll be eating in the cafeteria around 7pm if you want to come and sit with me.” She said with the same sweet smile as before.
“Well, yes, I can do that,” I said.
Then she left. Meanwhile, I went back to my mom’s car so I could return it to her parking spot. I drove back to campus thinking about that girl. She’s really nice and quite pretty. I would definitely accept her offer to have dinner with me, after all I was already really hungry. I parked my mom’s car back in her spot and gave her the keys back, I didn’t say anything to her, and she didn’t say anything to me either, she just put the keys down and continued walking to the dormitories.
When I got back to the room I checked the time, it was only about six. I decided to go ahead and unpack my stuff, my casual clothes were in the dresser and some of my extra uniforms were hanging in the closet. I took the computer out of a box and placed it on the table. In another box were some sheets, a blanket and some pillows, I made the bed and when I unpacked it was about seven.
I left the room and walked towards the cafeteria. I picked up my plate of food and looked for a place to sit, I immediately noticed that Molly was sitting alone. So I walked up to her and sat down opposite her.
“Hey, I was wondering if you were coming?” she said, greeting me.
“Yes, I’m hungry.” I said as I started to eat.
“Is everything open?” he asked, looking up from his food.
“Yes, I said it.
We chatted for a while and she asked me how I got into this school. I didn’t tell her the whole truth, just that I was in trouble at my last school and they kicked me out. I could tell she was still curious and wanted to know the full story, but thankfully she didn’t press. As we were talking, three girls came to the table and I prepared myself to be insulted by them, but no insults came.
“Hey Molly!” all three girls said in unison.
“Hey, everyone, please have a seat,” Molly replied.
I guessed they were Molly’s friends.
“So who is that boy?” a girl asked Molly.
“It’s the new student,” Ellen replied.
“Oh, this is the male student I’ve been hearing about all day. Well, I’m Katie,” the same girl replied.
“I’m Amanda,” one of the others shouted.
“I’m Erin,” the last one added.
They all introduced themselves with friendly smiles.
“Oh. Well, as Molly said, I’m Ellen. Nice to meet you all,” I said, giving them a friendly smile.
“We’re all on the volleyball team,” Molly said.
“Oh great, I didn’t even know there was a volleyball team here,” I said.
“Well, you probably don’t know much about this place, do you?”
“I know, look how he looks in his uniform.” Amanda agreed, smiling as she pointed out my messy appearance, and the other girls laughed too.
“Ah, well, you know, I just wanted to make a fashion statement,” I said, trying to be funny, and all five of us laughed.
We all sat there talking and laughing for a few minutes when I decided to check the time. It was around 8:30, which was one of my scheduled shower times.
“Okay, ladies, I really didn’t want to be so short, but I have to go. I’ll talk to you another time,” I said before getting up.
All the girls said goodbye and I left. I quickly returned to my room, grabbed a towel, a change of clothes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo and shower gel and went to shower. As expected, the showers were empty and RA Danielle had discussed the schedule with all the girls in the dorm. I put the towels and clothes on the counter and put the shampoo, body wash, etc. in the shower stall, then I quickly took off my clothes and went into the shower. It felt good to stand under a hot stream of water after a long and stressful day. But since I was only given 15 minutes to shower, I couldn’t relax much. So I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my hair and body. Then I got out of the shower and dried off. I put on the clean boxers and gym shorts I brought with me. I hadn’t thought of wearing a shirt in the bathroom, and the shower was just down the hall, so there was no harm in being topless for a few seconds. I picked up my dirty clothes, towels and hygiene products and got out of the shower.
As soon as I walked into the lobby, I noticed almost immediately that there were several girls in the lobby and they were staring at me, or more specifically my naked torso. Now see, I’m not a muscular hunk by any means, but I do have some nice muscles and noticeable abs, and I’m about 6’0″. Plus, I come from a naturally attractive family, and I’m quite handsome myself, or so I’ve been told. I was glad that the girls weren’t staring at me disgustedly, so I didn’t mind the attention as I walked back to my room.
When I got back to my room, I put the dirty clothes in the laundry bag, then sat down at my desk and turned on my computer. Luckily, all the dorms have WiFi so I could connect to the internet. I decided to check my Facebook to see what my old friends were doing and I saw that I had friend requests from Molly, Katie, Amanda and Erin, I accepted the friend requests and then logged out of Facebook. Then I turned on some music, went to bed and laid down.
I was lying in bed listening to music and thinking about what happened today. At first I was scared to go to this school, but the first day was actually not that bad and I met at least a few interesting girls. What an attractive group of girls, I thought. They were all seniors like me, but they really should have been in this school, unlike me. Katie had dirty blonde hair that fell just below her jaw line and brown eyes. She was definitely shorter and more pretty than the other girls, she was about 5’0” tall, but her personality was more outgoing. Amanda has shoulder-length blonde hair and light blue eyes, and she is undoubtedly more curvy, her huge chest is obvious even in that restrictive school uniform, and she is about 5 feet 5 inches tall. Erin has long almost black hair and brown eyes, I would say she is the most average of the group, she is about 5ft 3in tall, while all the other girls have varying shades of light brown, Erin’s skin is a little pale, not ghostly white or anything, but not black either. Don’t get me wrong, Erin is attractive too, she just doesn’t stand out as much as the other girls. Also, her personality seems to be relatively introverted.
As a hormonal teenage boy, I immediately began to wonder if I had a chance with any of these girls. But then I remembered how I got to this school and realized I should suppress my desires and forget about it, lest I be kicked out of this school too. You see, the trouble I was in at my old school was because of those same hormones, those same hormones driving me astray. Long story short, I was caught having sex with a female student in their bathroom. Then, as if that wasn’t bad enough, the girl’s parents tried to say that I forced her to have sex with me and threatened legal action. Eventually they got a restraining order against me, barring me from setting foot on school property, and I was forced to leave the county altogether. No one believed I was innocent, the girl’s parents forced her to keep quiet, all of my friends stopped talking to me, and even my own family began to ignore me. The whole incident was hushed up, but the damage was done. My mother, having no choice, arranged for me to be enrolled in Redwood Academy for Women, and believe me, I find that ironic, given my alleged criminal conduct. I just want to make it clear that I have never pressured or would ever pressure girls into having sex.
Needless to say, the whole incident had a lasting impact on me. Now even looking at the girl makes me feel nervous. I think subconsciously the only thing I could think was that everything could go wrong, history would repeat itself, and I would end up in the exact same situation that landed me here in the first place. So I decided to take control of my hormones. I told myself that I should focus on my education and get my family to forgive me. The latter is easier said than done. I still remember what my mother said to me after the incident. She looked at me with cold eyes and said, “I guess you are no different from other men. I am so disappointed in you.” After a while I stopped trying to claim my innocence from her. I was frustrated most of the time, constantly questioning why the girl didn’t confess, wondering why her parents were so deliberate about making it all work, after all it was just some horny teenagers doing what horny teenagers do. But what bothers me the most is that my own family never even stopped to listen to my story.
