The Sweet Academy Part 3
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The Academy Part 1- The Initiation. free porn video
"Hmm. You look like a Kaylee. Welcome to the Academy Kaylee."
A word of advice to the wise- when backpacking across Europe looks fun,
and you think it's safe to go alone, cause you're a guy, don't go alone.
Real life is like Taken, but they're not looking for just girls. I mean,
they are, but they don't need girls to get girls. I guess that doesn't
make sense. Just try and follow along. Anyways, that advice I just gave
you; well I didn't follow it. It seems an American alone in Europe is
just too good a target, and yes that rag does smell like chloroform.
And now I was god knows where, in front of this self Important lady and
renamed. There was plenty of emotions I could have used right now. I
picked catatonic. She merely raised her eyebrows and spoke to the guards
behind me.
"Put her into her room. She'll figure it out." Now I'd like to point out
again, that I wasn't a she. But that seemed to be a minor inconvenience
and the guards led me out. I probably should have tried to remember the
layout so I could escape or lunge at my attackers and run for it now but
instead I was on autopilot. It wasn't drugs or anything that led me to
this state, but I guess a part of my brain just shut off and I wasn't
ready to accept this situation. Even the words and surroundings hadn't
registered with me.
It could have been 30 seconds or 20 minutes but I was finally pushed
into a room and the door was locked behind me. I guess my brain picked
this time to pick back up because I was immediately lost. I had no idea
where I was or what was happening. I barely had time to look around
because a video monitor descended from the ceiling and flickered on.
"Hello dear and welcome to the Academy. You have been chosen for a
special process and we hope you'll be one of our good volunteers. The
rewards our great and if you cooperate you'll find your time here more
pleasant. If not, we'll the consequences will be made aware to you. But
if I were you, I would be a good girl, and you'll never have to find
out. Speaking of, you're days of being a boy are over. The clothes you
wear will be the last you will ever touch unless they are on another man
(shudder). You will learn to become prim and proper and pristine and as
perfect a young lady as we want you to be. So good luck, and have fun!"
With that, the monitor slid back into the ceiling and you'd be hard
pressed to know there was one even there by looking at the spot.
I still wasn't sure what to do with myself when I was startled by the
screen coming down again. It flickered on and this time it was the lady
that I had seen earlier.
"Hello Kaylee. I see you're more responsive than when you came in." I
merely shook my head. I was still very overwhelmed and I suppose that in
situations where you find out your true nature, fight or flight, be
strong and foreboding or run and cower, my reaction was to stand still
and be complacent. Never knew.
"I like how demure you are. Some guys find that cute." She paused noting
my reaction. "Personally I think that makes this a lot easier. You're
going to be put through our initiation process which means getting rid
of your boy clothes and cleaning you up. It's an exciting day and I look
forward to seeing how much you change. For us, we'll see all the
difference but for you today will be a big blur. You'll barely believe
you were ever as you are now." She paused to see what kind of reaction
she'd get this time. I just stared back blankly. "Alright, putting a
note to make your personality a bit more bubbly."
"w-what? You can do that?"
"Of course we can. You'll be surprised at what we can do, but you'll
love every second. Have fun Kaylee!"
"Wait! Stop!" I yelled at the monitor as it once again slid back into
the ceiling. More emotions were starting to show themselves in me and I
guess I was starting to have the reaction I should have had quite a
while ago. Another voice interrupted my thoughts, however this one just
filled the room and sounded less friendly.
'Please step into the open door.'
I looked and there indeed was a spot on the wall that hadn't looked like
a door, open and waiting. I weighed my options. I could always just
stand right here. A high pitched wail filled the room and I covered my
ears and dropped to my knees in pain.
'Please step into the open door.' The voice showed no emotion. No anger
that I didn't listen. Just blindly stating for me to please use that
door. I definitely didn't want to hear that noise again.
The floor was perfectly lit up. It was small, almost broom closet sized,
but that was the floor. I'd describe the walls, but what I could see,
there weren't any. It was like staring into space. It wasn't a darkness,
because the floor was pure white and the light should have illumined
more than the 4 square feet I was standing on. But it was as if I was
just standing in the middle of space. Think Bed, Bath and wayyy Beyond.
Anyways the door slid shut behind me and I was just awkwardly standing
there when there was a strong gust. I tried to cover myself as I was now
naked. So NOW I was standing there awkwardly. There was a slight pause
and I shivered, more in anticipation then in being cold. It was still
silent and I struggled to say something.
"....um?" Right away that was a mistake because water started pouring
from everywhere. It was like standing in the middle of a hurricane and I
was flailing my arms trying to protect everything. Which was exactly
what was not happening.
"Arghahplgg" was something like the noise I made when the water turned
into soapy bubble water. I got in my eyes and I'm sure I swallowed
enough of it but I didn't choke and it didn't sting. My body did tingle
a bit and I started to flush as the warm feeling. Eventually the soap
disappeared and it was just water again as it washed the soap from my
hair and body. The water stopped and now I was standing there sopping
wet, yey somehow the floor was still dry. The hurricane picked up again,
this time just wind as it blew my body dry and my previously shaggy,
unkempt hair started blowing around. It wasn't long perse, but I hadn't
got it cut in quite a while and It was starting to get into my eyes. And
now was going to look full and poofy, thanks to salon hurricane.
The wind subsided and I was perfectly dry and still quite naked. In
fact, I was more naked than I was accustomed to being. Somewhere along
the line, my body hair had dropped out of site and even my face was
silky smooth. There was a light sense of lilac in the air and I came to
the discovery that it was myself that was emitting the smell. It wasn't
a bad smell, and the more I pondered the scent the more intoxicating it
became. I giggled a little and then clamped a hand over my mouth. I
needed to get out of there fast. I kept giggling through my hand and was
trying to focus and looked to and fro for an exit. The door finally slid
open and I ran through gasping the nice fresh non - loopy air. The
giggles subsided and I was back in my original room. I finally took a
look around and saw that there wasn't much around. It was a bare square
room with teal shaded walls. There were no furnishings and nowhere to
sit, sleep or do anything. A wall slid open and out slid a bureau and
armoire. I guess the furnishings were inside the walls? There was an
outfit already preselected. It was a short black skirt with white polka
dots and a simple white blouse. It had a pair of stockings and some low
black heels with it. There were a pair of matching bra and panties
hanging next to it, and instead I opted to look for something more
suitable. I opened the armoire and much to my dismay (but not to my
surprise) it was full of women's clothes- dresses skirts etc. I was hard
pressed to find a pair of pants, and finally I found a decent looking
pair of jeans. I needed some underwear and not seeing another option, I
took the panties and slid them up my legs. They were simple cotton and a
pastel blue and not all that uncomfortable. I left the bra where it was.
I slid the jeans on and they had a few holes in them, letting my now
bare legs show through. The were also I little snug on the hips, but
they fit. I couldn't find anything that didn't look too girly so I had
to wear the blouse, which was also simple but still a bit too feminine.
I vowed to cover up and found a plaid long sleeved shirt. It was a
purple plad, but wasn't bad. I wore it loose in an effort to appear as
least feminine as possible. I hadn't found anything for my feet, and I
wasn't wearing the heels when a pair of black flats slid out from the
bottom of the Bureau. I guess it was better than heels. I slid my feet
into them and was surprised at how comfy they were given there wasn't
much between my feet and the ground. So I was now fully dressed, in the
least feminine articles I could manage and looking at the mirror that
had suddenly appeared (along with several cosmetics - no thank you)
seeing myself in this garb, and with my hair, which seemed longer and
maybe a but lighter I looked like a girl who was trying really hard to
be a tomboy but didn't know how to do it. Great. I couldn't believe that
there was this much of a change from the little that was done. I
scratched my chest that seemed to be a little irritated from the blouse.
Well...now what? As if my mind was being read, another door opened.
'You may leave.'
I was a bit confused because I wasn't sure if it was sone type of trap
to see how cooperative I might be. I walked cautiously towards the door
and peeked my head out. I think it was the way I came in but there were
people who were walking about. More specifically other girls. I meant
girls in general. Not others. Ugh. Anyways they were talking and so e
were giggling and some definitely looked more feminine than others. I
guess it wasn't a trap. But I wasn't free either. It seemed like this
whole ordeal was just the beginning.
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