First Day in CS

Anonymous 03/08/20 >first day of spring at my university >snow has melted, birds are chirping, and I can finally shed my winter jacket >head to computer science, first class of the day >kind of running late, so I sprint across campus to make it in time

>by the time I get there I have a bit of sweat built up >sit in my seat right during attendance >I look around and realize that I'm the only male in the entire class >everyone else is a boymoder

>they all look kind of uncomfortable >it's clearly too hot to wear oversized hoodies, so they are all wearing loose tshirts instead >boymoders without their hoodies are like turtles without their shells

>it leave them vulnerable and exposed >plus you can see their little tits poking through their shirts >however they seem to be panting, breathing heavilly, stuck in a daze >suddenly one sticks their nose in the air, and sniffs like a dog

>"b-b-boys-s-smell!!" She moans >A few other boymoders join her, their bodies slowly turning to look back at me >Sudden realization hits me >I sniff myself and sure enough I have a bit of musk from earlier

>Oh shit.jpg >the first one lunges at me without warning but I manage to dodge her >another goes for my legs, but I slip out of her grasp easilly >(boymoders have notoriously weak wrists)

>I head for the door but a couple of boymoders manage to grab my shirt and tear pieces off it >like rabid animals they descend on the fabric, trying to inhale it like every sniff would be their last breath

>I run out into the hallway, but a swarm of boymoders is out there to see me >they must have detected my boysmell from the other rooms >the entire CISC department is overrun with boymoders

>see a dude from the other class covered in boymoders, sniffing and kissing every part of his body >He looks at me, "h-help me..." he pleads >there's no saving him >I make it out into the street and it is complete caos

>boymoders are in heat >and the boymoder apocalypse has just begun