School Days

Chapter 1: 'Big Puppy'

Day one. It's my first day of school at the Charles Manx School For The Gifted. In other words, high school. Someone like me sticks out in a crowd. In a school full of kats, I am the only canine. I'm Josephina Santoro. I'm a black and tan doberman with uncropped ears, and a stubby tail. I'm 7ft tall and 500lbs of soft, smooth, buxom curves with muscle.

I stopped at the stairs leading into the school. The kats were looking at me as they walked by like I was from another planet. I just moved to the area from out of state. I wore a messenger bag with all the schoolbooks, and supplies I needed for my classes. I wore a fitted dark blue tank-top, and back pocketless blue jeans that looked painted on my legs.

I hooked up first fingers into the belt loops, and shook my hips and knees to help pull up my jeans, and tapped my paws on my hips. I also lowered my top over the belt loops to psyche myself up. With that, I walked up the stairs, and into the school. My huge boobs lightly bounced, and my huge butt wiggled behind me with the feminine sway of my hips

I pulled out my cellphone which has my class schedule in there on an excel file, "Let's see here...Room 103," I said quietly to myself to find my homeroom. Within a short walk down the hall, I found it. My homeroom teacher is 'Miss Bobtail'. As her name would suggest, she is an American Bobtail, and a cream tabby too. She looks like a young teacher.

Like she's 21 years old, and she just got her teaching license. She has some height at 5'10 at my best guess, and I'd say around 170 to 175lbs. She's a brown-eyed blond too, "Oh? You must be Josephina," said my homeroom teacher, "let me be the first to say it is a pleasure to have you joining us, can you wait outside in the hall so I can call you in?"

"Sure, no problem," I obliged with a warm grin to her

"Thank you," said my teacher, I smiled back with a nod as she went to greet her class, and went over the roll call and the announcements. I overheard the big reveal, "class, we have a new student joining us, now our student is the first canine in this school, I'd like for you all treat her as you treat yourselves, please warmly welcome Josephina Santoro,"

I opened the door, and peaked my head in first, "It's okay, come on in," said Miss Bobtail with a smile at her desk at the front of the class. Sometimes I feel like my head is a bit too small for my body. I walked into classroom, and faced the class full of kats, "you pick any open seat that you want," she said, I walked around to see if I can find a good one.

"Pst...over here," said a tuxedo tomcat. It was not just any tomcat. He is a Manx Kat. I smiled to his offer of a seat in front of him. The seat creaked as I sat down. This tomcat is very good-looking, and almost dog-like in his demeanor. That left a good impression on me. I will call him my first friend, "I'm Michael, Michael Jarvis," said the handsome tom

"I'm Josephina, nice to meet you," I said shaking his hand with a firm grip without breaking his fingers. A tiny part of me wonders if he likes me in, you know, that kind of way. Only time will tell. I sighed lightly as I sat in my desk. This sort of thing happens with us girls. I swear this desk was designed by a pervert, "my underwear is showing, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Michael replied quietly, on top of that, I'm wearing a white lace thong. It's too late now. I think Miss Bobtail just put this down as the current seating arrangement. Well, it is what it is. The bell rang, and the class emptied out to go to 1st period. I shook hands with Felina, Callie, Jake, Chance, Ann, and Jonny. They all appear to be a likable bunch

"You best watch out for those three," Felina warned me

"That's Steele, Burke, and Murray, they're the class bullies," she explained, every class is going to have few of them, or a couple slackers. I nodded to her advice. Felina looks like an athlete. Probably plays lacrosse or soccer. Chance looks like a football player. Callie is the Class President, and Ann Gora and Jonny are in charge of the school newspaper.

I'm making new friends among the kats, and I think I'm going to like it here with the way things are going. Sure, I might have a little bully problem later down the line, but it's nothing I can't handle. I finally know what Michael is when it comes to the social circles of high school society. Yet I find it very admirable that he is not a big snob with a big ego

Michael is a rich-kat, but he is a down-to-earth rich-kat. His momma raised him the right way. My school day starts off with English and Algebra as my morning classes followed by Lunch then Earth Science, Art, and P.E. as the afternoon classes. Michael scratched the back of his head, "So...umm...Josephina I was wondering, do you want to be friends?"

"Sure, I'll more than happy to be your friend, Michael," I said, hopefully making his day and probably his semester in this tender moment, "I'll let you in on something Michael, if you're friends with me, you'll be getting hugs from me, that's just how I roll," I explained to him. Michael didn't seem to mind. So I decided to open my arms to offer Michael one

Michael took up my offer, and we shared our first hug. I know what I am when it comes to making friends. I'm a big teddy bear. Michael's a very mature tomcat as well. A good friendship has to start somewhere, and you never know where it might lead to. His smile is genuine, and real. We prove that we can make this work between felines and canines