Jon moved from the glorious Performing Arts Center, where the students were method acting by becoming the characters they wished to portray, to the Child Development department, where some students were turned into feisty children for the others to look after.
Math classes looked relatively normal to Jon's eyes. I don't look forward to going back to Calculus, Jon thought.
History looked remarkably similar to Drama, for the students were turned into various characters throughout history. This of course meant that many of the women were turned to men. Jon watched as a particularly striking redhead morphed into the tall and wooden-toothed George Washington. Some of the girls in their seats looked longingly at the more attractive women-turned-men.
Jon looked from class to class, building to building. Everywhere he looked were women in various states of dress, all beautiful. Jon's Twi'lek form was the more extreme among younger students, but he would've fit right in among the older crowd. He received many compliments on his look and more than one lust-filled stare. The school was so much bigger than Jon's dorm. Four years worth of students roamed the campus, and everything was provided for.
The campus was separated into two main sections: the academic and the social. The social area held the dorms and everything the students would ever need.
The first year dorms sat next to the second year dorms, which in turn was located near the dining center. The fourth year apartments were located across the glade, in a remarkably suburbian area. Third years were required to take their year abroad, so they required no living arrangements.
Laundry, a gym, a supermarket, clothing shops, computer labs, a mall, parks, eateries, lined the streets. Behind them were lumber yards and metal shops. All shops were student run, where they would earn money to spend at the other shops on campus. Harem-U was it's own sustainable economy.
The final building Jon explored was the library. Always a lover of books, Jon saved the best for last. It was the campus' largest building, and each floor was filled with books from every subject imaginable. No books were banned at Harem-U. The top floor was a special case, however, for there it held magical instructions and age-weary tomes. Only second years and above were allowed on the top floor. But Jon was content with what he saw around him. He lovingly ran his blue hands along rows of cracked spines. His fingers stopped on one, which he pulled out and rifled through.
A voice spoke behind him in the aisle. A male voice that he did not recognize.
