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AUTHORS NOTE: This story is based on the excellent Ed Miller tale: "Miss Sheila DeVille's School for Wayward Boys". I really liked the concept, so I'm offering my own take. Ed gets full credit for the idea, the setting and the background characters. Ed's rules of engagement also apply here: This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've warned you. Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, so long as the author is credited, it is reproduced in its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged to access it. *********************************************** "We're here," the driver said. I looked warily out the side window. We'd arrived at a complex of buildings set amongst a thick grove of trees - well isolated from the highway. The place looked a bit like a college campus - rather old fashioned and extremely well maintained. A small sign in gothic letters spelled out the name: "The Miss Sheila DeVille School for Wayward Boys." I snorted to myself. Miss DeVille. Probably some 80 year old battleaxe of an educator who could fit right into a Pink Floyd video. So this is my new home, I thought. At least until I got tired of it. I grabbed my pack and jumped out of the county van. The driver wasted no time in peeling out of there. I was glad to see him go - he'd seemed oddly nervous on the trip over from the family courthouse. I saw nothing to fret about. This was just another layover as far as I was concerned. I'd seen them all since my parents had died. Orphanages, foster care, reform schools - one no different from the other. At 16, I'd been a ward of the state for half of my life. I really didn't like authority, and authority didn't like me. I wasn't an out- an-out criminal - but I took a certain perverse delight in making things miserable for those who were stuck with me. Probably because for them, I was just another stipend from the government - they warehoused me with the rest of society's rejects, then cashed the checks. I looked up the stone steps of the main building. Another boy was standing at the top, obviously waiting for me. He was wearing a well- cut blue blazer, with a neatly pressed shirt and gray slacks - and a damned tie. Cool. If this school required uniforms, it'd make it that much easier for me to irritate the teachers. I walked up to him. "Lucas Fletcher?" he asked. "Yep," I replied laconically. "Jack Barlow. Welcome to Miss DeVille's. I'm here to help you get acclimated. Follow me." I accompanied him into the foyer - very well- appointed with marble floors and Victorian furniture. He turned and led the way down a long corridor - taking swift strides. I noticed his hair was neatly trimmed and he walked with near military precision. We passed through what appeared to be an administrative section. Everything was spotless - more than spotless, it was immaculate. All the offices were decked out with top of the line computers and similar gear. This certainly didn't fit the profile of the dumps in which I'd been caged in the past. Some serious money had been invested here. Interesting... We arrived at a set of chambers labeled "Headmistress Roberts" - whom I assumed was the big cheese in these parts. Time to meet the dictator. Jack led me into the outer office, and it was there I began to realize this school was very different. The secretary stood up. Actually, stood didn't describe how this woman moved. She seemed to float from her chair with a languid grace. And she needed that grace - because she had the largest pair of breasts I'd ever seen. I strive to cultivate a poker face - particularly whenever I'm in a new situation. Don't let your opponents know what you're thinking and so forth. But the secretary had me flummoxed. All I could do was stare at that incredible chest - it was several moments before I realized the rest of her was just as impressive. Hair, face, legs - there was nothing to critique. I couldn't believe someone with a body like that was working as an assistant. She could easily be modeling for Penthouse. "Yes, Jack?" she queried in a sultry voice. "I've brought Lucas to see Miss Roberts," Jack replied. "Very well. I'll introduce him. Have a seat for now." I then had the pleasure of watching the secretary walk. Her hips, encased in a dark skirt, seemed to move in several directions at once as she led me into the inner office. She opened the door into an elegantly furnished room that could have served a judge. And given the number of judges I'd seen over the years, I should know. The secretary spoke. "The new student, Lucas Fletcher, has arrived, Miss Roberts." Behind the massive oak desk with mahogany inlay, a high- back leather chair faced the opposite wall. A voice responded. Feminine. Authoritative. "Thank you, Hilda. Please leave Mr. Fletcher with me." The door closed, and I stood silently in place. Though it pained me to admit it, I was unsure of myself - for the first time in a long time. So I decided to hold off on my cynical, wisecracking routine - at least until I learned more about what was going on. The chair turned, and Miss Roberts stood. My god - if I thought Hilda the Secretary was extraordinary, she had nothing on the headmistress. If anything, Miss Roberts' chest was even larger. And far from the Mother Superior type I'd expected, this woman was young, lovely and...well, sexy as all hell. What were the odds that two such goddesses would be running a reformatory? Miss Roberts was dressed in a charcoal jacket with starched white blouse, a matching knee length skirt and black stockings. On someone else, the outfit might have seemed a touch conservative - but she lent it an appeal that approached the erotic. She looked me up and down with an assessing gaze. She didn't seem all that impressed with what she saw. "Mr. Fletcher. Welcome to my school." She paused expectantly. I actually stammered before responding. "Thank you...I think." She gestured to a file on her desk. "I've reviewed your record. You've had a tough time of things - for which I can sympathize. That said, we set very high standards for the students here, and you will be expected to comply. Whatever hardships you've endured in the past will not serve as an excuse for misconduct." Her manner was stern - her voice, while completely womanly, spoke of someone used to command - and used to being obeyed. She was intimidating and dammit, I was intimidated. "Your scholastic efforts to date have been a disgrace, but your tests show you're quite intelligent. Here you will have an opportunity to reach your full potential. And you will be provided with the motivation to do so. You will excel in class, you will learn the benefits of discipline, and you will become a productive citizen." I wanted to joke with her, but something held me back. Easy, Lucas...I told myself. Don't get this woman riled. "Miss Hilda will provide you with your schedule, and Jack will help you to get oriented in the dormitory. Work hard, follow the rules, respect your teachers and you'll be fine. If you don't, you'll be brought back here. And you won't like what happens then. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" I gritted my teeth. I loathed this kind of power play. But I went along with it. "Yes, ma'am." "Better. You're dismissed, Lucas." Without waiting for me to leave, she returned to her desk, those magnificent breasts oscillating with her stride. I exited the office and shut the door behind me - with more than a little relief. Hilda the Secretary handed me a folder with schedules, maps, etc. I pretended to study it while casting subtle glances at her extraordinary body. Jack then led me out into the office. "So what did you think of Miss Roberts?" he asked. "She's certainly...not what I expected." Jack chuckled. "No, I suppose not. She's very good at making sure things run smoothly." We passed several classrooms onto the way to the dorms. And I couldn't help but notice that every teacher was female, and just as astonishingly endowed as the two women I'd already met. What was it about this place? Something in the water? Did they recruit the faculty from the Playboy Mansion? Almost as interesting was the demeanor of the students. As a guy myself, I knew how hard it was to keep a class full of boys in line. Yet all the kids were perfectly behaved, paying rapt attention to the teachers' lectures. There was no fidgeting or fighting - it was almost as if they were the Stepford students. And yet another anomaly. In two of the classes, I thought I saw...girls - which made no sense. Yet when Jack and I turned a corner, we encountered one in the hallway. She was very petite, no more than five two or so, and quite cute. She was wearing a classic schoolgirl outfit - complete with a modest pleated skirt that fell to about an inch above her knees. But it was her behavior that most intrigued me. She seemed incredibly shy, her eyes downcast as she moved by us. She almost looked as though she was trying to be invisible - a sense of...fear seemed to emanate from her tiny frame. She paused nervously, and stared up at Jack with wide eyes and trembling lips. Jack spoke. "I'd love to oblige you, Becky, but I don't have the time right now. You'd better carry on, before you have to trade up for a new cup size." His voice was rich with amusement. The girl...Becky, sighed with...relief? As she walked away, I wondered about Jack's cryptic remark. Cup size? Becky had the chest of a young teenage girl - A or maybe B at best. Why would Jack tease her about getting bigger? Wouldn't she want that? And how would being late for class make it happen? Which led to the next, obvious question I had for Jack. "I thought this was a boy's school." "It is," Jack replied - a more serious look on his face. "Then why are the girls here?" "Let's just say this is a place where you don't want to fuck up. Or else you'll be fucking up...literally." That made even less sense. Did Miss Roberts make misbehaved boys dress up as girls? At my first foster home, I'd had a "mom" who did that from time to time. When I was 8, I'd offended her in some meaningless fashion. She proceeded to give me a full makeover - including an absurdly short, frilly, pink party dress with matching lace panties that were revealed to one and all whenever I so much as shrugged my shoulders. By the time she got the blonde wig onto me, I looked so much like a girl, I could have fooled myself. She then led me to a schoolyard so all the other kids could see what a "pretty little lady" I was. The experience was humiliating, yet what had most disturbed me was my reaction to it. I remembered being marched to the playground, forced to hang upside down from the monkey bars, my dress falling over my face, my ruffled Barbie panties on display to every boy - and realizing that I kind of...liked it. It was almost as if I...wanted to have all the boys see the adorable underwear I had on - and that had unsettled me more than anything. Funny. I hadn't thought about the incident in years. When you're trying to portray the image of the cynical, jaded loner - wearing pink underpants doesn't exactly fit. So this was the way Miss Roberts kept order? If I caused any problems, would I be forced into an outfit like Becky's? Yet as I entered the dorms with Jack, I knew that wasn't the real explanation. Becky, and the other girls I'd seen, were completely feminine. Sure, it's not all that hard for an 8-year old boy to pass for a girl - but by the time he becomes a teenager, it's impossible to simulate certain biological facts. Becky had a daintiness about her, young curves that could only come with a double X chromosome. Becky could not possibly be a boy in drag - I'd stake my life that she was a real girl - which only added to the mystery. Why was she here? And what did it have to do with making the guys stay in line? I arrived at the dorm - and was impressed yet again. I had my own well- furnished room with a private bath. The hardwood floors were covered by attractive rugs, and the walls were softly painted and topped with crown molding. Compared to the industrial, prison-style barracks of my previous incarcerations, this was nothing short of first-class. What the hell was this place? That was a question I would ask many times over during my first day. Jack helped me learn the layout of the school, showing me the infirmary, cafeteria, library and so forth. Everything was high-quality and in excellent condition. There wasn't a speck of dirt - even the bathrooms were free of graffiti. As we toured the campus, we would pass students in the halls - all of whom were perfectly behaved. No one was rowdy, insulting or loud. It was almost...eerie. And then, as Jack walked me passed the gym, I saw her. She was just coming out of a locker room - the most inhumanly erotic girl I'd ever laid eyes on. She was far too young to be a teacher, yet she was more endowed than any of them. Her breasts were so enormous she made Miss Roberts herself look prepubescent. Still, the rest of her frame was as tiny as any of the girl students. Her silky hair was long, blonde and fell far down her back. She was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit, but unlike Becky and the others, this girl's clothes were intended to display her impressive assets. Her pleated skirt was so short, I could glimpse the pink and lace thong panties she wore underneath. As for her blouse - it made a pitiful attempt to cover her incredible tits, which were clearly not constrained by a bra. Frankly, I doubted they even made bras to fit her - I was no expert, but I imagined she must be a J-cup, maybe even larger. Yet despite the lack of support, her gigantic breasts were flawless - firm, pointing straight forward, and graced with erect nipples that poked aggressively through her flimsy top. Simply looking at her made me harder than I'd been in my entire life. It was if she was the ultimate embodiment of femininity. I stared in awe while she adjusted her clothes, such as they were. She must have just finished changing, as she was trying to get comfortable. I thought I saw her wiping a white substance from her lips - must be some kind of girly lotion, or the like. She looked up at Jack - with the same shy, demure posture Becky had shown earlier. Jack spoke to her. "Hello, Tina. Did you have fun?" She nodded, her face averted slightly from me. "I'd like for you to meet someone. Tina, this is Lucas Fletcher - our newest arrival. Lucas, meet Tina - perhaps our most...unique student at Miss DeVille's. I was startled to see Tina grasp the hem of her micro- skirt between thumb and forefinger, adjust her feet...and curtsey. I'd never seen a girl do that before. She then raised her huge blue eyes to mine - and locked gazes with me. Something strange happened when I looked at the beautiful girl. It was if she were seeing deep into my psyche somehow...assessing me. Then she gave me an impish smile - akin to watching a sunrise. Unlike her demeanor towards Jack, she was less...deferential to me. "A pleasure to meet you, Lucas," she said in a soft soprano that made me still harder. "I suspect you and I are going to spend a lot of time together." She then turned back to Jack and resumed her former modest carriage. Jack nodded to her - as if giving her permission to leave. Pivoting gracefully, the small girl sauntered down the corridor. My erection was literally painful - not surprising. Tina could have given a saint a hard-on. Jack stared thoughtfully after her. "Interesting," he said. "She seems to have taken a liking to you." "And that's a bad thing...how?" I replied - thrilled at the idea she might want me. "Don't get me wrong, Lucas. Tina's very enthusiastic when it comes to ...supporting the boys at this school. But in your case, it may be something else." "Who is she?" "She's Tina, Lucas - she's one of a kind." "I can't believe Miss Roberts would allow her to dress like that." "Oh, Tina doesn't have any choice in what she wears...not that it matters much to her." I wanted to ask more, but Jack hustled me onto the next part of orientation. Things were moving beyond eerie to outright bizarre. But Jack was very circumspect - he wouldn't offer me any background. Frustrated, I kept silent as we completed the inprocessing. The day ended with a good workout, great food and a peaceful hour in my room before lights out. The dorms were the quietest I'd ever experienced. Several guys stopped by to introduce themselves and show me their own rooms. There was no hazing, none of the typical menace I expected to endure as the FNG. Everyone was very friendly as they started their homework. While walking back to my space, I was startled to pass one of the girls I'd spotted in class earlier. She was still in her modest uniform - and like the others, she seemed almost painfully shy. She paused - standing in front of me with a downcast expression. Her lovely face had a haunted look - but she stood quietly, as if waiting for me to speak. I started to introduce myself - maybe she could clue me in on what the hell was happening here. But another guy approached us and spoke instead. "Let's call it a night, Michelle - we'll let Lucas figure things out for himself." The pretty girl seemed to relax slightly - then she turned and entered her room, right across the hall from me. As the door shut behind her, I thought I heard feminine sobs muffled by the thick oak. "They let the girls stay on our floor?" I asked the boy incredulously. "Trust me, Lucas - nothing happens here unless Miss Roberts allows it to. Just go with the flow." I returned to my room, more confused than ever. Despite the comfortable bed and peaceful surroundings, it was some time before I fell asleep. And dreamed... I was a young child...maybe ten years old...on a playground. Racing around the teeter-totters, laughing while the boys tried to catch me. The other girls eyed me enviously - they knew I was the one the boys loved to follow. And why shouldn't they? I was the prettiest girl in the school - and I wore the cutest clothes. From time to time, if there was one boy I really liked (and I changed my mind by the hour) - I'd have him sit below me on the climbing bars - and let him look up my skirt. I was careful to wear nice panties every day, and I loved to show them off to whatever boy caught my eye. Today it was Bobby - he had the biggest allowance of all - and I knew I could wheedle him into giving me some candy. He tagged me - and we ran off behind a tree, where no one could see us. I smiled up at him - waiting expectantly. He reached into a pocket and handed me an entire Hershey's bar. Good boy. Now for his reward. I slowly lifted my dress, until my panties showed - I was wearing a blue pair today, with little butterflies and lots of lace. I let Bobby check me out for a few seconds - his eyes wide - then let my hem fall back down. If my mom ever caught me flirting like this, I knew I'd be in for some serious punishment. But I just can't resist! I love the look of awe the boys give me whenever they see my underwear. It's soooo easy to make them do whatever I want! Maybe next time, I'll let Bobby kiss me...he's really cuuuute! Then I awoke... Dawn sunlight filtered through the linen curtains. I looked down at myself and was actually relieved to see I wasn't ten years old - or female. That had been the most vivid, intense dream of my life. You know a dream is hard-core when it's just as fresh and potent as your waking memories. I rubbed my eyes, mulling it over. Even now, it was difficult to set aside the image of being a little girl - though it wasn't hard to figure why I'd dreamed of myself as such. Thinking of Miss Roberts and the possibility that this school might punish boys by dressing them as girls had brought back the suppressed experience my foster "mom" had put me through all those years ago - prancing around on a playground in rumba panties. Understanding how I had the dream didn't lessen my unease, though. There was still the little matter of why I seemed to enjoy the idea of being a pretty girl, wearing frilly clothes - and teasing all the boys. I'd never imagined myself as a girl - never had any desire to be one. Up to now, all my fantasies (and experiences) with girls were strictly from the guy point of view. My life was hard enough without being female on top of everything else. So what was this all about? Later for that. I could hear footsteps in the hall - I hastily showered and got dressed in the stupid uniform, struggling with the tie. Stepping out into the hallway, the door across from me opened. The room where that shy girl...Michelle had retreated the night before. Only now - a boy stepped out. He was at least two inches taller than my 5'11". He also had a rather sheepish expression. "Hey Mike," a voice called mockingly from down the hall. "Looking good today. But not as good as yesterday." Mike blushed and hung his head. Jack walked up and introduced us. Mike seemed cool enough - definitely the quiet type. I wanted to ask him what happened to Michelle, but Jack hustled me off before I could find out how it was Mike got into her room. We arrived in class, where I took my assigned seat and cast wary glances around me. I noted the quality furniture - including a padded leather bench in the back. The rest of the students filed in, all boys...and one girl. She was very pretty, with long red hair and smooth legs partially revealed by the pleated skirt swirling around her thighs - a skirt that seemed a bit shorter than those worn by the others girls I'd seen. She was a little awkward in her movements, slightly unsteady on her feet. She sat two desks over from me - her hands folded neatly in her lap and her eyes locked forward, carefully avoiding contact with anyone. I noted her chest was somewhat larger than Becky or Michelle's - though nothing like the teachers or the incredible Tina. Speaking of teachers, in walked another centerfold-class woman. This one was named Miss Barton - and she was every bit as impressive as the rest of the faculty. Her clothes were conservative in style - but with those remarkable boobs, she was sexy nonetheless. You might think that having breasts far above the DD range would make these women look freakish. Somehow, though, it worked for them. They were graceful and lovely...and they were turning me on. She spoke - her voice simultaneously alluring and authoritative. "First, please welcome our newest boy, Lucas Fletcher." She directed to me stand for a moment - which I did, trying to hide the hard-on she had inspired in me. "And also please note Stephanie is spending her second day with us." All eyes turned to the lone girl student - who seemed to shrink away without moving a muscle. I sat, grateful to have someone else be the center of attention. "And now please turn to page 236 of your Norton Anthologies." Everyone instantly responded. She read several selections of Wallace Stevens, and then led a discussion of their supposed meanings. Amazing. This was a poetry class - possibly the one subject most guaranteed to bore teenage boys. Yet every other guy in the class was eager to contribute - and all had obviously done their homework. I remained silent through all of this, still trying to figure out the rhythm of the topic, the class - hell, the whole damn school. Nothing was making any sense. It was about to get worse. One of boys just finished a point that did seem rather insightful, and Miss Barton beamed at him. "Very good, Tom - your analysis is quite original. Why don't you take a few moments to play with Stephanie, while the rest of you study the next poem." The girl, Stephanie, seemed to freeze in shock - an expression of absolute horror flickering across her pretty face before being replaced by the standard demure shyness. Tom walked over to her desk, gently took her hand, and led her to the padded couch in the back. Where he proceeded to fuck her royally. Any doubts about the girls of the DeVille School really being boys in drag were quickly dispelled when Tom ordered her to strip. She responded without hesitation, slipping off her skirt to reveal pink, silk hipster panties. Off came her blouse, sans bra - and two cute teenage tits swung free. Then she hooked her thumbs in the lace waistband of her underpants and pulled them down. She was naked...and she was all girl. A light dusting of pubic hair could not conceal her pussy lips, which already were glistening with obvious arousal. Tom ordered her to lie down on the couch - she instantly complied, settling in on her back, grasping her knees and spreading her legs shamelessly. Tom didn't bother to undress - just whipped out an impressive tool and pushed it deep into Stephanie's vagina. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. It didn't take long for Tom to establish a very brisk pace - ramming his cock into the petite girl as hard and as fast as he could. Stephanie certainly didn't seem to mind - soft, feminine moans emitted from her panting lips as she approached - then consummated - what was clearly an intense orgasm. Tom continued to thrust for several more moments before his face contorted with ecstasy, having exploded into his own climax. He collapsed on top of her, while she wrapped her legs around him - as if trying to hold him inside her. After a few moments, the couple disengaged, and started to get dressed - Stephanie with that odd mixture of fear and submissiveness, now laced with an aura of sexual satiation. "Mr. Fletcher." I turned to face Miss Barton, who was sternly addressing me. Belatedly, I realized she'd been calling my name for several moments - but I'd been too entranced by Tom and Stephanie to notice. "What the hell is going on here?" I said to her. All the mysteries of the last 24 hours were too much for me to ignore any longer. "Hmmm. Profanity and inattention. Not a very good start, Lucas." I instantly dialed things down. "I apologize, Miss Barton. But I respectfully ask for some kind of...guidance." "Not an unreasonable request, Lucas. Would you like to be given a firsthand explanation?" Jack, a few rows over, gave a tiny shake of his head. I ignored it - I had to know what was happening. "Yes, ma'am, I would." "Very well, Lucas - I believe we can accommodate you. Follow me. Class, please continue with your assignment." Somehow, I knew they would - their faces already deep in their books as I accompanied Miss Barton down to ....Miss Roberts office. Miss Barton was silent as we walked, and I chose to mimic her. Yet she didn't seem very angry...more...amused than anything. But was I crazy to notice a slight flush on her cheeks? Frying pan, meet fire. Hilda the Secretary welcomed us - it was a judgement call as to which of the two women had the most amazing chest. These unbelievable tits were quite a distraction - but I was determined to get to the bottom of all this. "Lucas and I would like a few moments of Miss Roberts time," Miss Barton told Hilda. "Will he be needing...?" Hilda responded. "Yes, he will. It's her call, but I think a one-day standard issue will be sufficient." "I'll make the arrangements. Miss Roberts will see you now." And so we entered the headmistress's luxurious office. Miss Roberts rose from her desk, as I tried not to drool over her figure. "What have we here, Miss Barton?" "I'm afraid Lucas is having trouble...adjusting." "Has he disrupted your class?" the headmistress asked sternly. "Nothing too egregious. But Lucas appears to be an inquisitive young man, and I don't think he'll be able to fully settle in unless we expand his...insight." "I see. Lucas, would you like to know more about how we operate this academy?" I was very, very careful in my response. "I don't mean to cause any problems, Miss Roberts. I'm just...confused about all that I've seen." "Well, young man, I believe we can clear some of that up for you. Miss Barton, why don't we extend Lucas's orientation by 24 hours." "That's just what I had in mind," my teacher said - a faint smile on her face. Miss Roberts spoke. "Then let's begin. Lucas, please remove your clothes." Stunned, I froze in place, trying to process what she had just told me to do. But something strange happened at that moment - I seemed to lose all control over my body. Without my willing them, my hands began to unknot my tie and unbutton my shirt. As if in a trance, I found myself slipping off my shoes and socks. My uniform slacks quickly followed. Despite protests echoing in some part of my mind, I took off my boxers and stood before both women - completely naked. I'd retained enough control to cover my crotch - but I was otherwise unable to move. Miss Roberts then turned to the wall and removed an object I hadn't noticed before. A large paddle. Great. These chicks were S&M babes. Was this the big secret? Was I about to be carted off to a pleasure dungeon in the basement? Whatever it was, I could take it. I'd certainly endured my fair share of beatings in the past. Miss Roberts stepped behind me and raised the paddle. I steeled myself for the first blow. But instead, she gave me a gentle tap on my bare butt. And then my world changed. A pins-and-needles tingling broke out over my entire body and I felt an odd sense of...softness come over me. The tingling intensified in my hands and I was amazed when I looked at them. My hands had become small... slender...dainty. The tingling moved up my arms, which quickly slimmed down to match my hands. And finally, I figured out the great secret of Miss Sheila DeVille's School for Wayward Boys. I knew what Miss Roberts was doing to me. She was turning me into a girl. My pulse raced, my breathing quickened as pure fear flooded my entire psyche. Yet I remained immobile, helplessly watching as my body betrayed me...becoming more feminine with each second. Oh my god...this can't be happening ...I don't want tits or a... a ... But it was undeniable. The powerful tingling moved over my shoulders and down to my torso, leaving smooth, hairless skin and smaller muscles in its wake. Down to my waist, which narrowed, and then to my hips, which flared out. I could feel my very bones shifting, adapting to a new form. Down my legs, which became as smooth as the rest of me...and shorter? I realized to my utter dismay I was shrinking, reducing in height to something more appropriate for the new gender I was acquiring. And speaking of gender, I became acutely aware of my ...nipples. Something a guy hardly ever thinks about. The tingling moved to my chest, increased in intensity, and in less than ten seconds...I had boobs! Honest to god breasts, topped by swollen areola that I knew I could ignore no longer. The tits weren't very large by girl standards, but the sheer alien-ness of them made them seem huge to me. My tiny hands reached up to cup them - and for the first time I felt the intense sensation a woman experiences when her breasts are caressed. I gasped...in a voice that could not be mistaken for a boy's. Jesus, this is really happening! My dark hair was now well past my shoulders, tickling my bare back as my head shook, my face undergoing the equivalent changes my body had already endured. I felt an intense desire to see what I looked like...and a peculiar wish that I would be...pretty. God...why on earth would I want that? And then the tingling headed for my groin...and I knew what was next. My cock swelled as if in desperation, asserting its masculinity in a vain effort to avoid what was about to happen to it. But there was no hope, no escape. In moments, my once proud penis dwindled in size, shrinking, shrinking...until it reached the dimensions of a ...clit. A little red button that just peeped out from the pussy lips my scrotum had become. I felt a tearing sensation...not painful, but clearly an opening forming beneath the ...the... vagina burrowing deep into my body...all the way to the...womb I could now sense inside me. New parts that no boy should ever have...ovaries, tubes, cervix. There was no one specific feeling - just a set of gentle pressures in my abdomen that proved I had new ...and very feminine equipment inside me. I was no longer a boy. Finally I could control my movements. I cast wild glances around the room, looking at Miss Roberts and Miss Barton. Looking up at them. Way up. Previously, I'd been a couple of inches taller, but now they loomed over me. The entire office was larger - the ceiling was higher, the furniture bulkier. And then I saw the mirror. Reflecting three females - one of them completely nude, standing there with a shocked expression on her cute face. Oh my god - I'm a girl! The mirror did not lie. Stunned, I took in my new image - very petite, and slender. Coltish, almost gawky. The form of a young girl still striving for maturity. The...my tits were well, cute. Smallish, yet well shaped, dominated by huge nipples. My hips were slender as well, but with a definite feminine slant, accented by my tiny waist. A teenager's body - needing only a few more years and a few more curves for total womanhood. Between my legs - the classic female triangle - dark, glossy curls...and no trace of anything masculine. And then there was my face. Framed by fine, long black hair, I looked like...myself - if I'd been born a girl. I could see the old Lucas there - easily recognizable, albeit completely feminine. And attractive. For several moments, all I could do was stand there and watch my tits rise and fall with my breath. I suppose if I hadn't been in such a frazzled state of mind, I could have been turned on by staring at my naked girl's body - but I was just too disoriented to appreciate it. "Well, Miss Fletcher, I imagine this should answer some of your questions," Miss Roberts said in an amused tone. I turned to face and realized this unbelievable change was more than just physical. For in my eyes, Miss Roberts was no longer just a headmistress, Miss Barton more than a mere teacher. They were authority figures - to be obeyed. Without question. Something had happened to my formerly cynical mental state. Any thought of resistance was banished. I knew at that moment that I would carry out any command these women gave. I stood still, mimicking a military position of attention. My nudity was no longer a factor, nor was my femininity. I wanted them to control me, and I would wait as long as necessary for them to do it. A distant part of my mind was still able to think for himself...to his horror, he knew whatever magic or science that had altered his body had also altered his mind. Knowing this fact made no difference, though...he had become trapped in the form of this docile, compliant girl...and he would remain that way until these women released him. Miss Roberts continued. "Miss Fletcher, I don't believe the name Lucas suits you anymore. Miss Barton, what do you suggest this young lady be called?" Miss Barton spoke. "I believe Lucy would be appropriate, Miss Roberts. She looks like a ....Lucy." "Good choice, Miss Barton. Lucy it is. I'm sure she'll enjoy it as much as her previous name." Lucy. She. Her. The feminine pronouns filled me with dread as I realized how much my very identity had been transformed. "Now then, Lucy, as we agreed, your orientation will continue for the next day. You will attend class, cooperate with the faculty, learn about how we do business here. And of course, you'll...interact with the boys. You'll find you now have certain compulsions which must be obeyed." Compulsions. Boys. A thought flickered in my mind. Stephanie and Tom, screwing each other's brains out in class. I recalled how Stephanie had passively submitted to Tom's direction - so unlike how a normal girl would act. Oh, no. They wouldn't...they couldn't make me do...that? Could they? We all turned as Hilda the Secretary entered the office, not the least perturbed by the sight of my naked girl's body. She was carrying several articles of clothes. Girl's clothes. My clothes. Hilda handed the first item to Miss Roberts, who held them out to me, smiling expectantly. Girl's underpants...panties - and about as feminine as you could get. Pink, lace, nylon - and the sealed crotch intended to cover a pussy. My pussy. I wanted to run screaming from the room. Instead, I stepped forward and took the dainty undies from her. I was torn between desperately wanting to conceal my female body and loathing the means by which I would do so. I stepped into the pretty underpants and pulled them slowly up to my hips. My eyes widened as I felt the delicate material caress my butt, while the panties settled smoothly, neatly against my frighteningly flat groin - a powerful reminder of what I no longer had. The lace trim on the legs and waist tickled...rather nicely, I ruefully noted. The equally lace waistband settled in just below my belly button - the briefs were conservative, but utterly girly. The silk blouse was next - no bra, for which I was grateful. Until I saw how my large nipples were clearly visible through the white top. Small breasts or not, my chest was undeniably that of a girl. My blouse was soft and nice - which made my nipples all the more...erect. I couldn't believe how much more aware I'd become of them. I was beginning to wish for a bra after all, but there weren't any to be had at this school. Then came the skirt - pleated and plaid. I pulled it up my legs, the elastic waistband riding high at my shrunken waist. The length was not too bad - just above my knees. But it was still a skirt. Knee socks and Mary-Janes completed the outfit. And for only the second time in my life, I was dressed as a girl. But unlike that playground punishment all those years ago - this time I had the body for the clothes. All three women were openly smiling at me now - a combination of mirth and satisfaction at how I had been transformed. A glance in the mirror made the evidence undeniable - a simply adorable schoolgirl, from the top of her pretty head to her small feet, shod in patent leather. Shame, embarrassment, fear. I felt all these emotions. And one more. Pleased. Warring with all the obvious negative feelings a boy should have when he's been turned into a girl was one positive feeling. Of looking in a mirror and enjoying being so cute. I chalked it up to the spell...or whatever the hell had been done to me. Just like I was now forced to obey any command, I was being forced to *like* my new appearance. That was it...it had to be the magic. Miss Roberts resumed her lecture. "You're about to have a very interesting day, Lucy. You'll experience feelings you never imagined possible. You'll do things you never imagined doing. And when it's over, you will understand the proper role of a girl student at my academy. Since yours was a minor offense, you will resume your natural male state tomorrow morning. But in the meantime, you'll gain some valuable lessons in what it means to be a young woman. Try to keep an open mind." And with that, I minced my girlified body to the door and followed Miss Barton out to the hall. Just walking had become something new and strange. My teenage feminine hips moved differently - pushing sideways almost as much as forward. I felt a slight bounce from my firm little tits. Hair swishing across my shoulders. And the clothes. The pleated skirt was lined with satin, and bushed rather sensuously against my smooth, bare legs - the hem swaying just above my knees. No inseam - a slight breeze wafted up the skirt and made me feel unnaturally exposed. My silk blouse caused my nipples to tingle. The nylon panties made their presence known as well - caressing my butt as I moved - and sliding back and forth across my new female crotch. God, my body was sensitive! My skin was so much more...aware of what it was feeling, the gentle contact with my soft clothing creating a low-key but pleasant and persistent glow. Was this how girls felt all the time? We passed the first boy in the hall - I kept my eyes directed downward. The presence of Miss Barton kept him from openly leering at me, but I could still sense him checking me out. And that's where I understood just how radical my transformation had been. Growing tits and a pussy might seem like the most dramatic elements of becoming a girl - but as intense as they were, there was something still more extreme. My size. I was tiny. Not just short...but petite. Dainty. Delicate. Slim shoulders, slender arms. Everyone towered over me. Especially the guys. Any of whom could do whatever he wanted to me. Even without the compulsion, I could not possibly match them for strength. This got me to thinking. A girl has to live with three very severe disadvantages. First, she's small and weak - especially when compared to guys. Second, her vagina is defenseless to a penis in a way that's not true in reverse. And third, she's expected to dress sexy - skirts, bikinis, halters, etc - which can only reinforce the first two points. I never appreciated what it was like for girls until now. Add Miss Roberts' compulsion to obey, and I had just become more vulnerable, more fragile than I ever imagined a human being could feel. No wonder the other girls I'd seen were trembling in fear. I was afraid, too. Miss Barton could see the realization come to me as we headed to class. "Now you understand, Lucy, what it means to be female. You can see for yourself how hard it is to be a girl...to know that you are not in control - that your fate rests completely in the hands of others. It's a valuable lesson every man should experience." My knees were shaking - were it not for the obedience mandate, I would have run out the building. Miss Barton continued. "Be grateful you are in a safe environment here, Lucy. You will not be harmed - an assumption no woman can ever make out in the world. Her words echoed in my mind while we arrived at class. She entered the room first and introduced the new me. "Boys, I'm afraid Lucas will not be with us for the rest of the day. However, I'm pleased to welcome Miss Lucy Fletcher." I stepped into the classroom - every face turned to me. Standing in front of all these guys, while wearing a girl's body, made me feel embarrassed and scared. I caught Jack's eye - who gave me a wry "I told you so" look. I took my seat - two rows opposite Stephanie. She smiled shyly at me - I guess there was one person I had something in common with. Sitting down proved my girlhood in yet another way. My legs crossed automatically - one over the other in the classic womanly fashion. But no pressure in my crotch - it felt natural, comfortable, to sit like this - since my cock was gone! And then there was the satin-lined skirt - I found myself gently rubbing it against my thighs - reluctantly enjoying the feeling. Like Stephanie, I kept my eyes rigidly forward. But in my peripheral vision, I noted some interesting differences between us. Stephanie's skirt was shorter than mine - 4 inches or more above her pretty knees. Her breasts were larger too - perhaps a B-cup to my A. I recalled the panties she'd revealed during her earlier...session with Tom. Like the ones I had on, they were pink and silky, with lace - but hers were skimpier - hipsters to my briefs. What connected it all together was Miss Barton' statement from earlier - that this was Stephanie's second day with the class. It seemed that the longer a boy was "sentenced" to being a girl, the sexier he...she got. Bigger breasts, provocative clothes, etc. Since my punishment was only for a day, my body and clothes were more conservative. Thank god for small favors. So if Stephanie was a sample of 48 hours of feminine discipline, what if a boy was transformed into a girl for longer? Three days or more? What would she look like then? Good Lord...Tina! My brief encounter with Tina yesterday flew back into my mind. Her unbelievable tits - thrusting out a full foot from her chest. Her ridiculously short skirt - revealing her pink thong as she walked. Jesus - Tina was really a guy! How long had she been female - and what transgression had she committed for Miss Roberts to do that to her? To make her into the ultimate girly-girl? I decided right then and there to be the most polite, cooperative boy this school had ever seen. No wonder all the guys were perfect, well- behaved students. They knew fully well the fate that awaited them if they screwed up. I had to give Miss Roberts credit. However it was done, she'd created an amazing form of detention. Forget to do your homework? Talk back to the teacher? No problem - we've got just the cutest little skirt and panties for you to wear - and we'll make sure they fit, too! How about a pair of pretty breasts...with a matching pussy, as well? With that kind of threat, I wouldn't be surprised if every guy here ended up in an Ivy League school. The Miss Sheila DeVille School for Wayward Boys probably had the highest percentage of college-bound grads in America. Miss Barton spoke. "Pop Quiz, gentlemen...and ladies." I shuddered as I realized which category applied to me. She continued. "Please put away your books...and Lucy, since this is your first day, you're excused from the quiz. Please study the next poem." I complied instantly. She handed out the quiz, face down, and smiled impishly. "And boys, let's make this a little more interesting. The first male student to turn in a completed exam with a perfect score will be allowed to have some quality time ...with Lucy." Absolute horror filled every cell of my body, as every guy turned to stare at me. Oh my God! Did that mean...that I would have to...like Stephanie did with Tom? No! Not that...she can't make me do that...with a ...with a boy! But I knew she could. The compulsion would see to that. In a few minutes, one of these guys will finish his test. Then he'll walk to my chair, take my hand and lead me to the couch. Then he'll take off my clothes. And then he's going to fuck me. And I'm going to let him. I'd never known terror like this. I'm female...which means I have a pussy...which means I can be fucked. A cock can be pushed into my body. I can be entered... penetrated... dominated. Reamed...plowed...screwed. Whatever you call it - it can be done to me... because I'm a girl. I was no virgin as a guy - I'd lost it years ago. But this was different. To have sex as a girl meant to surrender...to submit in a way a boy could never understand. Miss Barton was right - when I crossed the line of gender, I'd entered a new world. And I didn't like where I'd landed. I cast furtive glances at the boys working feverishly on their tests. Which one would it be? Which one of these guys was going to...going to take my cherry? And the image of one of these boys...doing me... caused another reaction. I felt something new and strange under my skirt...inside my panties. I felt warm...tingly...and an exotic hunger. Oh god - when I considered what was about to happen to me...I was getting horny! The thought of lying underneath a boy...feeling his cock against me...was repulsive to my mind - but a thrill to my feminized body. I started to get wet. I could feel the moisture seeping from my vagina into my nylon underwear. I recrossed my legs - but the slight friction of my panties against my clit made me hotter still. My breathing quickened just a bit and I felt a need...a bizarre desire... to be filled. There was an emptiness between my legs that I had to satisfy. Which one...which boy has the biggest cock? Will he be the one to...? As grotesque as the desire was to my imprisoned masculine psyche, I began to hope that whatever boy who won would have a really big penis. Because the bigger he was...the better he could...he could... fuck my new pussy. Was the compulsion making me so horny? Or was this my female body, acting on its own? Unbidden, a third possibility flashed into my mind. Maybe...maybe this was what I wanted all along. That it wasn't a spell...or female hormones making me hungry for cock. Maybe it was just me... No...it couldn't be...I'm a guy...I like girls! I never wanted... But then I remembered that extraordinary dream of being a little girl on the playground...teasing the boys. Had the atmosphere at this freaky school revealed something hidden about my sexuality? I could not believe the thoughts cascading through my mind, the feelings coursing through my new body. I tried to wrench my thinking back to a masculine mindset. I called up an image of my first lovemaking with a girl - we were both 15, lonely and frustrated at the institutional life that provided no emotional support. I remembered the hours of foreplay as we gently explored each other - expressing a tenderness our harsh lives otherwise forbade. I remembered the moment when I pulled her panties down her smooth thighs - how hard I'd been as I positioned myself above her. And that first thrust...slow...so slow... exquisitely slow as I... ...was entered, eagerly waiting for him to increase the tempo. Dammit! Even when recalling a true experience, I kept shifting into the girl's point of view. I desperately conjured other memories of my limited sexual past...but it was useless - I became female in every one. My heart leapt into my throat - the first boy finished the test. He stepped to the front to have Miss Barton score it, while I waited with a racing pulse. I could not stop my eyes from looking at his crotch, wondering how big he was. I breathed a mental sigh of relief as he returned to his desk, giving me a disappointed look after missing two questions. But my body didn't want to wait any longer. I was now officially hornier than I'd ever been in my entire life. Male arousal was nothing compared to this. My pussy had soaked clear through my panties - the insides of my thighs were damp a third of the way to my knees - and my nipples! Fully erect as only a girl can be - they tented out the front of my silk blouse. And deep within me, was that ungodly, overwhelming desire to be...filled. I just wanted to wrap my legs around something...anything! And squeeze as strong as I could! I wanted to be ridden hard and put away wet! Fucked six ways from Sunday! And so it was almost with relief that I saw Jack take his exam to Miss Barton, and to see her smile approval at his perfect score. She then turned that winning smile to me. She said nothing - but I could see in her eyes her enjoyment of what was about to happen. Jack approached my chair and held out his hand. I took it instantly and followed him to the couch. We arrived at the couch, the entire class facing us in expectation. Jack was so tall! An hour ago, I was bigger than him - now, he towered over me by nearly a foot. And while looking at him, I felt the same sense of awe I'd experienced when I faced Miss Barton or Miss Roberts. He was someone to be obeyed - not quite as powerful as a teacher, but an authority figure nonetheless. I knew that I would do whatever he told me to. I have to. Because he's a boy. And I'm a girl. A fact made all too obvious when Jack took off my silk blouse - revealing my cute little tits to the entire class. I quietly complied when he told me to remove my socks and shoes. He then laid me down on the couch - I looked up at him from my supine position...waiting. Then he kissed my left breast - rolling the swollen nipple with his tongue. Oh! I'd never felt anything like it...it seemed as if my entire breast had become the nipple. I thought I would pass out as he gently sucked. A soft moan emanated from my lips. It seemed to last forever. Unlike Tom with Stephanie, Jack was taking his time with me. I certainly wasn't going to complain - not with such pleasure echoing across my chest. He paused, then leaned forward and brushed my long hair back from my ear - and whispered to me. "We've all been through this, Lucy...I'll go easy on you...you'll be OK." Then he lifted my skirt to my waist and slowly tugged my sopping wet panties down my smooth, hairless thighs. Despite the masculine side of me keening in dread, I quickly spread my legs, grabbing the back of my knees, opening myself to him fully. My body told me to do it, so I did. I noted the cool air of the room against my superheated crotch - which had become so strangely, yet so wonderfully...soft. He then undid the zipper of his dark uniform trousers, and pulled his erection out. It looked huge from my new perspective - certainly bigger than anything I ever had. He leaned forward and pressed his cock against my all-too-eager pussy. Oh my god! This is really happening! He's going to fuck me! Gently, but firmly - he eased his massive tool into my dripping cunt - which stretched to accommodate him with surprising ease. Ohhhh! The incredible sensation of being filled! I know I should hate this...I should be ashamed and repulsed. But...oh god...oh god...it feels so good to be a girl! He rocked partway out and I felt the emptiness return. No! Please stay in me, I pleaded silently. I was relieved when he pushed back into my vagina...more firmly this time. Oh yes! Again! He established the rhythm, gradually increasing the depth and pace. And I was transported to a level of bliss I never could have imagined. My hips rose to meet his, and I wrapped my legs across his back. It was so alien, so bizarre to have my body invaded like this...by a boy, no less. To submit - totally and completely. To know he was in charge...and I was his to command. The thought should have chilled my ardor - but no such luck as I realized the very act of surrender was itself arousing to me. And most ominously, I didn't think it was the compulsion making me feel that way. This was so surreal. An hour ago, I was a guy. Now, I'm this bare- breasted teen girl, lying on her back. Her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her legs spread wide. Her bare feet elevated high in the air. Her pink, nylon panties dangling indecorously from one ankle. And a well-hung stud on top of her, thrusting his massive cock into her tight, steaming, gushing pussy as hard as he could. Surreal it may have been, but I was so turned on by what was being done to me that I was actively pulling Jack downward, trying to drive him *through* my body and into the couch beneath us. The boy I was supposed to be was dismayed, but sex as a girl was far too appealing, too powerful to resist - even if the compulsion weren't a factor. God this is intense! Girls generally come in the categories of 'gasper', 'moaner' or 'screamer'. I appeared to be a combination of all three. I began to cry out in delight, increasing in pitch and volume as Jack fucked me. There was a meaty, wet slap every time his masculine groin rammed into my feminine one. He appeared to have some talent beyond size, as he carefully leaned forward - making sure my throbbing clitoris received its share of friction. And did the little-girl-in-the-boat ever love it. I felt an amazing sensation of pleasure building around my clit, and a similar one building inside my pussy. Then the two feelings merged into one, and began to spread up my body...moving up to my swollen nipples. Once all the pleasure points merged, the glow began to elevate into yet another level of joy. And I realized I was only moments away from my first female orgasm. Jack was nearing his moment too - I could feel him deep inside me, his ever-so-warm penis twitching in anticipation. But not as much as my pussy - I could actually sense the lips of my vulva quivering. And then it happened. Ecstasy flooded my entire being with a liquid, sensuous rush. My heart began slamming away, each beat visibly moving my chest along with an audible roar of blood pumping through the vessels in my ears. My whole body went rigid and straight as a board. Despite my tiny size, I was able to lift my girly little ass clear off the couch - pushing as hard as I could into the onslaught of Jack's magnificent cock. My rib cage expanded with every labored gasp and I squealed in a feminine voice as powerful contractions rippled through my pussy and quickly traveled outward to rock my body from head to toe. I did not want it to end. The convulsions kept up for what must have been over a minute - the entire couch shaking as I endlessly came. Somewhere in the midst of it all, Jack had his orgasm - but I was so in thrall to my climax that I barely registered the sensation of his hot cum filling my pussy. It wasn't until Jack collapsed onto me in an exhausted state - similar to my own - that I realized I'd just finished having sex...as a girl. Finished? Nope...I wanted more! The weight of Jack's large body on mine was surprisingly pleasant - but it wasn't enough. That orgasm had been the single most joyful moment of my entire life...and I just *had* to feel it again. I could sense Jack softening inside me. No! I spent a few moments concentrating furiously - then I figured out how to make my vagina contract on command. I began squeezing my new pussy muscles around his cock, while I wrapped my legs still more tightly around his back. I wanted him hard again. I wanted him to fill me up again. And so I did something that would have been unthinkable an hour ago. I pulled his handsome face down to mine. And kissed him. He paused in surprise - which gave me the chance to thrust my tongue into his mouth - making me the aggressor for a moment. The masculine part of me gibbered in horror at lip-locking with a guy. But his was a tiny voice...far away in a remote corner of my mind - I just ignored him. Kissing Jack felt so, so nice. I could sense the warmth building in my pussy - and I could feel him growing firm - right where I wanted him most. Just a little more encouragement and we could start all over. So I whispered into his ear. "That was amazing, Jack. You're so incredible...I love the feel of your cock in my pussy. You're so big and...and you fill me up so completely! Do it again, Jack...fuck me again...I'll make you feel wonderful! Oh, I'm soooo hot for you, Jack. You make me so wet. I need you...I want you... do me...do me again! Please!" That was all it took. His tool swelled to its former spectacular size and he began to ease in and out of me - creating that delightful contact with the slick walls of my pussy. And once more I was taken to exquisite rapture as he pumped my cunt over and over. A second orgasm...oh my god! Even better than the first! So intense... and so long. I cried out my pleasure at the top of my lungs. "Yes....oh yes! Oh my Jack...my sweet Jack...don't stop...please don't stop fucking me...yes...more...please more...oh YES!" At last, it ended. Jack collapsed on me for the second time as I finally reacquainted myself with my surroundings. Panting heavily, I looked at the rest of the class - all of whom were staring at me in astonishment. And all of whom were in various stages of arousal. I could see several of the boys adjusting themselves - trying to accommodate the massive erections I had just inspired in them. Nor were the two other females unaffected. Stephanie had one hand on her breasts, while her other had hiked up her skirt, one forefinger tracing lazy circles over the pink crotch of her silken panties. Miss Barton had retained some dignity, but even she was not immune. A light sheen of perspiration covered her creamy skin, while the nipples atop those incredible tits looked as if they were about to jump right through her blouse. I lay there on the couch. Still in my naked girl's body. My skirt still raised up over my hips. My panties still dangling from one ankle. My breasts still bared for one and all to see. Underneath a boy. I suppose this was the point where the male part of me should have been cringing in shame - but the afterglow of those two hyper-intense orgasms just dominated me. And too, there was that strange sense of satisfaction...of knowing how my body could appeal to guys. I was pleased to note that despite the pretty Stephanie sitting in the middle of the room with her own skirt hiked up and a hand snaking into her underwear, the boys were not looking at her. They were looking at me. I felt so wondrously...feminine. I continued to stroke Jack's well-muscled back as he lay astride me - considering whether or not I could inspire him to a third round. I was just about to go for it when Miss Barton spoke - a note of admiration in her voice. "Well! You certainly know how to put on a show, Miss Fletcher. Still, class must go on. Both of you please return to your seats." The compulsion to obey was irresistible - I regretfully disengaged from Jack - disappointed when he pulled his lovely cock from my pussy. I missed the feeling of being filled - and I resolved to experience it again as soon as I could. Slowly, I got dressed - noting with more than a little satisfaction how the boys' eyes lingered on me as I tugged my panties into place - still marveling at how smooth and soft they were. I remained seated on the couch while Jack sat down at his desk. Teasingly, I left my skirt hiked up over my hips as I pulled on my knee- socks and Mary-Janes - making sure the boys got a nice long look at my pretty underpants. Just like my dream of the playground - except this was real. And I was no child - I was a young woman - with all that implied for my sexuality. It was so exciting...knowing the boys wanted me. I could *make* them want me. My god - do I actually like this? Do I like being...this way? I pulled on my blouse, lowered my hem and finally returned to my chair - I looked at the clock in amazement - nearly an hour had passed since Jack first led me to the couch. It seemed like another lifetime. Stephanie had a look of astonishment on her pretty face - I knew I had far surpassed her own session with Tom. Bluntly speaking, I'd outfucked her. By a mile. She may have had bigger breasts and a shorter skirt - but she couldn't match the level of female sexual prowess I'd just demonstrated. I felt a curious sense of pride - of being more girl than she was. Of course, odds were high Stephanie was OK with that - she was just doing what she had to. She didn't have to get into it the way I did - she was really a boy, after all. Wait a minute. I'm supposed to be a boy, too. Of course, I didn't feel much like a boy right then - what with Jack's cum seep out of my pussy and into the soft cotton gusset of the pink and lace panties I was wearing under my pleated skirt. Not exactly a masculine experience. And so Miss Barton resumed the lecture - valiantly ignoring the charged sexual energy remaining in the classroom. Meanwhile, I tried to figure out if I was Lucas...or Lucy. And which one did I want to be? I tried to tell myself it was just the spell, or the body - but I was having doubts. Deep inside, I was afraid something had happened to me. I was not reacting like the other boys-turned-girls. I remembered Michelle - across from my dorm room last night - she certainly didn't seem to be enjoying her day. And Stephanie was little better. To be sure, they were cooperative - a mandated fa?ade of compliance - but I was confident both of them were/would be grateful to resume their m