Back from the dead! (With a story)

Moving is always an unusual experience, least of all when you’re starting at a new school and haven’t had any chances to make friends. This was the exact position Amerylis found herself in as her alarm went off and she sleepily reached out and tapped the buttons on it until it fell silent. Opening her eyes she stared at the clean white ceiling of her new bedroom and sighed.

She had been excited the night before, eager to get to school and start her new social life but now she felt nothing but apprehension at what loomed ahead. She lingered in bed as long as she dared, her mother no doubt had heard the alarm and would grow irate if she dawdled too long, before swinging her legs out of bed and getting up. “Time to face the music” She said to herself, trying and failing to fight back a yawn as she began to get ready for the day.

It wasn’t difficult to decide on an outfit to wear, admittedly. Amerylis was slated to attend Madam Willow’s School for Unique Girls which was one of two exclusively non-human attended schools. It was a private school and much to Amerylis’ disappointment had a strict uniform policy that included a skirt and as she stepped in front of her full-length mirror to inspect herself she spent a while twisting and turning to examine the figure she cut.

Amerylis was a tall girl and slender much to her mother’s disappointment as she never seemed to gain much in terms of figure as evidenced by the middling b-cup breasts that didn’t exactly fill out the white blazer of her school uniform to any impressive measure. She seemed, in fact, almost completely average and normal. For one of the drow at least. Her skin was a smooth deep jet with dark bluish-purple lips, which only served to contrast the fresh brightness of her uniform all the more.

It wasn’t the outfit that concerned her as she gazed at her reflection, giving an irritable nod to shake some dull greyish-teal hair from her eyes, so she could make sure nothing was out of place. What bothered her was the black skirt that she had to wear as part of her uniform. She was, truthfully, a bit more unusual than the bulk of her soon-to-be peers in that she had a little extra something between her legs. Or rather a large extra something, a genetic trait passed down by her ‘father’ had blessed her with both male and female genetalia, and while she usually had no trouble keeping things out of view in her usual wardrobe, Amerylis was less than confident in her ability to wear a skirt without any incidents.

Once she was satisfied that nothing could be seen that shouldn’t be, Amerylis grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs just in time to see her mother’s stern face at the bottom of the steps, clearly about to shout at her to hurry up. Amerylis had inherited her mother’s dark complexion but little else. Where she was tall and stick-thin her mother was distinctly shorter and rounder with curvaceous hips and a bosom so generous it was awe-inspiring. “Geeze, Ame” the older drow huffed, hands on her hips “I was beginning to think you’d went back to sleep” the stern expression on her round face immediately faded, replaced with a warm smile. “Now hurry up and get going before you’re late, I’ve got your lunch ready on the counter” she stepped aside to let her daughter pass.

Amerylis rolled her eyes and descended the rest of the stairs, pausing to hug her mother, before grabbing her lunch off the counter. “Thanks, I’ll see you after school I guess.” As she stuffed the box into her already full bag she couldn’t help but dread just how long this day would be and all too soon she found herself walking down the street towards the train station. It was a good thing she lived only a few minutes’ walk from the station because she had no clue how the automated ticket vendor worked and was glad no one else was there as she made a fool of herself trying to figure it out. By the time she had actually made it into the boarding platform her train was already there and she had to rush, sliding into the full car just as the musical tone alerting the passengers to stand away from the closing doors played and the train began to move.

Letting out a sigh of relief as she leaned back against the now closed doors, holding her backpack in her hands, Amerylis glanced around her at the

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