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Crystal Lake Academy, 2 By: Malissa Madison I was feeling less nervous now surrounded by other girls like myself as we made the short walk in uniform to the Auditorium. "High I'm Tiffany." "I'm Gracie," girls began introducing themselves to me. And I was looking around seeing everything on campus. "Denise, are you getting settled in alright?" asked Cassie as she met us on the sidewalk. I gave her a hug. "Yes. I'm still a bit scared though," I admitted. "That's alright," she said. "I'm in J-106 this year if you need anything," she told me her room number pointing to her dorm building. "It gets a bit intimidating at first. Especially if you're like we are and never spent any real time away from your family. But at least it's only for a week at a time right?" I knew what she was doing. She was breaking the ice between my new friends and myself, smoothing the way for more in depth conversations. "You've never been away from home?" asked Abby. "No, this is my first time," I admitted. "Not even to summer camp?" asked Roberta Flores. "No," I blushed. "I remember when my dad made me join Cub Scouts. He was trying to figure out why I wasn't into sports and boy shit." "Roberta, that's two demerits," stated a faculty member as we passed her. "Sorry Ma'am, I'm just trying to convey the depth of my despair at the time," she said. "You need to remember that here you are a proper young lady, not some street walking bimbo." "Denise are you finding everything ok? Oh step over here a moment we need a start of the year, yearbook photo." "Yes Ma'am," I answered. Then I followed the rest toward the bleachers to find a seat after getting my picture taken in front of a backdrop with the school Admin building in the background. Once everyone was seated, the faculty began going up into the rows of bleachers, stacks of folders in their hands to be passed out to us as the closest girl took one from the top then passed the rest down the row. Once everyone had a folder a very elegant looking older woman stepped out to the middle of the floor and the podium that was there. "Good Afternoon Ladies," she began. "Good afternoon Miss Ginger," all the returning girls around me responded. "For those of you who have not met me yet, my name is Ginger Grant, No relation to the character from Gilligan's Island I assure you." There were a few giggles and she waited with a stern look for them to stop. "I have passed out the Conduct and Dress Code guidelines for those of you who are new and those returning who might have forgotten over the summer. I do not ever want to see anyone sitting with their knees open like Miss Trenton in the fifth row." The girl squeaked an apology and promptly sat up straighter, closing her knees, a deep red blush spreading across her cheeks. "Foul language not only gets you demerits here, ten demerits for foul language gets you ten minutes with a bar of soap. The 'F Bomb' as you young ladies prefer to call it, is still an automatic ten demerits. However the rule has changed in regards to its usage," now everyone was hanging on the edge of our seats. "That word used in any form by itself or as a compound of words, will get you not only ten minutes with a bar of soap for each usage, but it will also earn you a bare bottom spanking of ten swats with a standard school ruler, and a phone call to your parents." After a pause she added, "And Ladies, trust me when I say there are more than enough of us here who speak several languages." "You will also note that we are adding demerits for inappropriate slang language. In addition, you need to reply to official Emails and texts using full words, no text shortcuts please." I nudged Abby next to me, "What does she mean by that?" "We have this Modern Business Economics class that teaches us to use computers and Smart phones for business purposes," whispered another girl next to me. "The seniors even get to start their own online businesses or do internships with approved already established businesses." Now I understood why Daddy had insisted on buying me the new Smart phone, and the Laptop. "Now if everyone would please direct their attention to the tables behind me," she made a motion with her hand and the six big tables were uncovered. They were piled high with text books. "No doubt each of you noticed the absence of books on the desks in your rooms. In a few moments when I release you, you will each line up at the appropriate table and sign for your 'New' text books. At that time you will please register both your cell phone number and your Email address with your Dorm Mothers. Will the following students please come see me in the Gym office when you are released to get your books?" "Tamara Dark Horse, Sarah Fields, and Joanie Withers. Thank you and I look forward to meeting more of you personally at dinner." She stepped away from the podium. "Tam, why does she want to see you?" asked Abby. "I don't know. But I don't have a cell phone or Laptop. My Rents couldn't afford either one," she looked embarrassed. "Tamara, I'll forgive you this once because you're new here. But 'Rents' is one of those slang words that we don't approve of here," said a pretty young woman as we made our way down from the bleachers. Tamara and another girl began speaking rapidly in a language I couldn't understand, then giggled. The young woman shot back a string of the same language and both girls blanched. "You see, our headmistress was correct when she warned you that there was someone here who would know the Sioux tongue." I hung back trying to come up with a new Email address that would be more appropriate than the one I was currently using. 'LFS15' just didn't seem like it would work, especially if they knew what the letters stood for. The middle one was after all the 'F' bomb. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I turned to see Tamara, tears in her eyes, a laptop carry bag over her shoulder and a new Cell Phone in her hand. "Denise, Miss Ginger suggested that I ask you and Abby to help me set up my computer and show me how to do the basics on my cell phone." "Good afternoon Miss Molly," said Abby in front of us. "It's a pleasure to see you back again this year Abigale, are you excited to be getting new text books this year?" "Yes Ma'am." Abby put down her Email and phone number, collected her new books and stepped aside to wait for Tamara and I. I signed for me books and put down my phone number, "Could I give you my Email later Ma'am?" She looked at a note pad off to the side then wrote, [email protected]. Then I noticed where she'd scratched out everything after the @, and written in CLA.edu at the ends of everyone else's Email address. "Little Friendly Sister' will be just fine, especially since that is what your parents think it means," she grinned. "By the way, I'm also your Transitional Counselor while you are here." When Tamara stepped up to the table Miss Molly told her it was alright to wait and give her, her Email after breakfast in the morning. "That will give you a chance to come up with one that reflects your status as a Blessed Spirit of the Sioux Nation." She then helped her find her new cell phone number on her phone since she'd already forgotten most of it. Then she wrote it down on a separate slip of paper for her. Tamara actually seemed happy about that as we hurried back to our dorm to get changed before dinner. Tamara, I discovered was in the room next to us, but her roommate Nellie, hadn't arrived yet. "Have either of you met her yet?" she asked as I began assembling her brand new Laptop in her room. We'd opened the bag to find a new HP fresh out of the box, the cellophane protectors still in place and the battery separate from the actual computer. I was going slowly, so she would know how it went together. She had a wireless mouse, a USB 1TB backup drive and headphones. As we waited for the battery to get at least a half charge I started reading about all the installed software. Microsoft Home and Student. As well as a full year's subscription to an Internet security and Anti-virus program. Several really nice learning games, and a Wi-Fi modem. A little index card held instructions for connecting and registering our personal Emails on the schools free Wi-Fi network, as well as instructions for connecting to our rooms wireless Printer, as well as our daily class schedules and online extra credit courses. After we had her set up and ready to start learning how to use a computer she asked again, "Have either of you met Nellie Carson before?" "Yeah, she's really a nice girl. She can't help it that her family is like," Abby looked around then closed the door. "Her Daddy is a Hells Angels Chapter President." "She's a Biker Brat?" I gasped. "Yeah and her mother is a Hells Belle, so you know she's tough," stated Abby. We left Tamara's computer plugged in and connected so it would finish downloading updates while we went to dinner. "Good evening Ladies," Miss Ginger said as she wandered the dining hall with her coffee mug. Tamara jumped up and hugged her to gasps from other students and faculty. "Thank you for the Laptop and the phone Ma'am." "You are most welcome Sweetheart. But if you want to thank the one who really bought them for you I believe she'll be here by the time you get back to your room." "You mean the school didn't buy them?" "No, but of course we would have if the Hells Belle's hadn't already made the donations," she smiled. The Hells Belle's were actually the motorcycle riding wives of the Hells Angels. "Each year a different organization steps up to donate things for the school that will help our students," she said. "This year the Angels, both groups, helped to supply the new text books as well as computers and phones for the young ladies who still needed them." We were just leaving the dining hall when Nellie and a few others who hadn't been at orientation arrived on the backs of their parents bikes. I was surprised to see that more there were a couple of pickups loaded with the girl's luggage. There were seven girls in all, and I watched in awe as they began shedding their riding leathers to reveal they were dressed as proper young ladies underneath. Their mothers began helping them get their things up to their rooms and Abby led the way over to introduce us to Nellie. "Nellie, this is Tamara, she's your roomy this year," she said. "Yohta Hai, Tamara," said her father. And they began chattering in Sioux again. "My father and mother will be so happy that I am not alone here," she said. "We will stop on the way home and let them know that you are well. The Wind River is on our way," he told her. It was later that night that I learned that Wind River was the name of the Reservation she lived on. I also learned that the Bear Claws around Nellie's father's neck were real. As Nellie was setting up her side of the room Miss Molly stopped in. "I'm happy you made it back honey," she said. "Yes my Grandmother said she wished Nellie to continue here," said Nellie's mother. "She has seen how it has helped her to settle down and hopes others who are blessed can find strength with others around to help." "We are sad to know that she has left us, she was a fine teacher," Miss Molly answered her. Later Nellie told us the reason she was late was because they'd had her Great Grandmother's funeral at the reservation and it was a two day ride to get here. She set up her own laptop and began showing pictures of home. Then she showed us pictures of a Motorcycle that was in various stages of disassembly. "It's a 1956 Indian," she said proudly. "And I'm doing everything myself." The finished picture showed a pretty pink Motorcycle sitting in the midst of a long row of bikes. "I can't wait till next year when I can bring it with me. I'll have my license by then." Someone knocked on her door. "Nellie, are you in here?" "Yes Aunt Ginger," she rushed over and they shared a brief hug. Then she opened a final suitcase and took out a glass display case containing three Eagle Feathers which she gave to Miss Ginger. After a bit Miss Ginger left saying that we should get ready for bed, "Morning comes early you know. And I need to get these into the vault, Andrea do you and Little Bear have time for coffee before you head back out onto the road?" When I got back to my own room I found I had missed two calls. I quickly called my Momma back and filled her in on everything. "I'm happy you like it Sweetheart," she said. Then Daddy and my brothers had to talk to me before I finally finished getting ready and lay down in my bed for my first night at the Academy. Still it was hard to believe that all the girls around me were transgendered. I had no idea there were that many like me out there. And to think, this was only a very minute portion of us that were scattered around the world. I heard what sounded like an alarm clock and woke up confused for a minute, then remembered where I was just as someone turned off the ringing that was coming over the intercom. "Denise are you awake?" asked Abby. "Yes, what the heck was that?" "Our morning alarm clock," she giggled as she rolled out of bed. "Come on grab your pantys and your shower kit, we have to hurry before it gets crowded," she giggled. I got up and heard someone out in the hallway knocking on doors. "Up and at it Ladies," called Miss Molly at each closed door before going to the next. Looking at the clock beside my bed I saw it was only 5:32 AM. Classes didn't start until 8:00 so I was wondering why we were all awakened so early as I followed Abby to the door. She opened it just as Miss Molly was about to knock on it. "Good Morning Ladies." "Good Morning Miss Molly," we answered and hurried for the bathroom and showers. Nellie and Tamara's room door was already standing open. And there were voices coming from the bathroom already. We hurried to open stalls and peed then rushed to get in the shower. I saw there were some girls doubled up in the single shower stalls and then was surprised as Abby grabbed my hand and pulled me in with her. "It's easier and faster if we share," she said as we began peeling off our nities. She turned on the water and pulled me under the already warm spray. I was shocked and unsure what to do when she grabbed the soap and began lathering me up. But then she handed me the scrubby puff and I soon joined in helping scrub her back as well, as I got over my initial shock. It was the first time I'd ever had anyone scrub my back in the shower, let alone scrubbed someone else. But she was right, it was quicker than the two of us doing it separately. I'd never used a scrubby puff before and had to admit that it left my skin feeling much cleaner. We dried each other off and slipped into our pantys, then crowded up to an open sink to brush our teeth. I know the excitement of the situation had not just myself but a few others sporting erections. And then add on top of that the fact it was encased in satin pantys surrounded by other teen girls, well I just hoped it went down soon so I didn't get embarrassed. "Denise, is this the first time you've had a communal shower?" asked Lisa Franks. "Y, Yes," I stammered. She pressed herself against my back at the sink. Her stiff nipples like branding irons on my flesh. "If Abby doesn't take care of this for you come and see me before breakfast," she said as she stroked me through my pantys. "Leave her alone Lisa," said Abby pushing her away from me. "Miss Franks, that's two Demerits for lewd behavior," said Miss Molly at the doorway. Somehow hearing her stern voice just seemed to deflate my erection and I stood at the sink and quickly tucked myself. I was putting my toothbrush and toothpaste back in my kit when Abby said, "Come on I need to show you something," as she grabbed my hand. I barely had a chance to grab my towel and shower kit as she dragged me toward our room. In our room she closed the door then lay back on her bed. "Watch, this is the best way to tuck. You won't have even a hint of a penis bulging out in the front of your pantys and it will help desensitize it too." She showed me how to open my knees wide and then guide my balls up inside then tuck myself back before pulling my pantys tight. "Believe me if you tucked the other way in gym class we'd be carrying you to the nurses office," she said. She talked me through it, then asked if it was uncomfortable. "No, I mean not really, it just feels strange," I answered. "How did you learn to do that?" Now she grinned. "They taught us to do that in Junior high. There's a natural cavity there where your testicles were when you were born. It helps keep them from getting squished accidentally." "Oh wow," I giggled seeing myself in the full length mirror beside the door. There was no longer any lump in my crotch. We hurried and got ready, then I sat waiting for breakfast. "Hey, come on I'm hungry. Besides I don't like taking my hormones on an empty stomach," she said. "Don't we have to wait for the rest of our class?" I asked. "No that was just for orientation." We grabbed up our purses and started out the door. Miss Molly was at the foot of the stairs talking with two other dorm mothers as we passed. The cool morning breeze hit my legs and I shivered a bit feeling it waft up under my skirt. Goose bumps sprouted along my legs and I picked up my pace beside Abby as Nellie and Tamara caught up to us. "Are you sure we won't get into trouble for not waiting?" asked Tamara. Suddenly more girls from other classes were hurrying in the same direction. We stepped through the doors into the reception area between Abby and Nellie who produced laminated picture ID's which they slid in a card reader. "Abby, we don't have one of those yet," I said showing my own worry. "Name Dear?" asked the elderly woman manning the desk as she opened the lid on a long wooden card file box. "Denise Livingood," I responded. "I'm a freshman." She reached toward the middle and then said, "Here you are Sweetie." She handed me my ID with my picture on it. "Go ahead and slide it." "You must be Miss Dark Horse," she produced another ID handing it to Tamara. "Welcome to Crystal Lake, little cousin." Tamara had a strange look on her face as we stepped into line with our trays. "What's wrong Tams?" asked Nellie. "She, she called me little cousin. She's Cheyenne, not Sioux." "Yes and all the plains tribes are related," pointed out Nellie. "Oh," she blushed. "Look, your first Class is American History, whatever you do don't let Miss Trinity bait you about Custer," said a tenth grader behind us in line. "I thought Angel Gerano was going to scalp her last year." "Why would she get so worked up about it?" "Angel is Blackfoot, her mother's people are direct descendants of the same band Geronimo came from," answered the girl. "Wasn't he Apache?" I asked. "Only after most of his Band was slaughtered by the Cavalry," five other girls around us said. "It's ok Denise, this is stuff they don't teach in the Public schools," said Tamara. We talked as I filled my plate and got my milk for the morning. There were lots of interesting people here. People I'd never really thought about before. Mitsuki for instance was Japanese, Bella was German, and Carlotta was from Venezuela. Now I began wondering how they managed to get here. How had their parents found out about this School? We hurried back to our room to collect our books for the day, then headed for Home Room. I was both excited and scared as we stepped through the door to find seats in the classroom. I began talking to other girls learning their names, and where they were from. With a giggle Mitsuki told me her parents had learned of the school through the local PFLAG support group. "Flag?" I asked. "Parents, Family and Friends of Lesbians and Gays," said Miss Worthy as she stepped into the room. Sure I'd heard of it, but I really knew nothing about it. "Alright Ladies, settle down. We'll learn all about PFLAG in a few months when we reach that section of history. For now please turn to chapter one." At the end of class I was surprised that it had only lasted forty five minutes. I couldn't believe we had fifteen minutes between classes. "Well girls have to have time to potty," said Tracy Wilkins. "Plus they don't waste a lot of time on trivial nonsense, like roll call and stuff at the beginning of each class. So we have plenty of time to do the actual classwork." I was beginning to wonder how they expected me to keep up my grades not to mention improving them. I voiced my concerns to Abby. "My parents expect my grades to improve," I said. "But if we don't have full hour long classes how am I going to do that?" "Wow you're really worried about that?" she asked. "Of course I am. It's costing my parents a lot of money to send me here." I told her. "This is just the first day. But tomorrow there will be two teachers in each classroom," she giggled. "Well one teacher plus Miss Molly our Dorm mother to help anyone that needs it. And if they need more to help out, well you'll see. This isn't like public school. They really take time to make sure we learn here." During lunch I saw a FedEx truck and a UPS truck at the Admin building. It was in my next to last class that I found out they were delivering school records for newly enrolled girls. "Miss Livingood, Miss Molly wishes to see you in her office," said Miss Ellen the Study Hall teacher. I didn't have any problems finding Miss Molly's office. "Please have a seat and relax I'm not going to bite you, and you aren't in trouble yet," she said as she lifted a FedEx Document shipper. I noticed it hadn't been opened yet and the return address was from my old school. I was looking at it nervously, knowing at least part of what it contained. "Is there something in here that you wish to discuss with me?" she asked. When I didn't answer she pulled the little seal strip and opened it. "M, my grades aren't very good," I blurted out as she opened the folder that was inside. I watched as her eyes skimmed each page before turning to the next. At the end she closed it and looked at me sternly. "I'll work harder on my grades Ma'am, I promise, I know I can do better." "Your Elementary School grades show me that. And we will discuss how we are going to improve your D average. At least there are no 'F's," she commented with a slight, warm smile. "No the part in here that concerns me is the fact that you missed sixty seven days last year." "Ohh," was all I could think of to say. Then she began pulling out individual pages, and began lining them up. Suddenly I realized what she was looking at, the signatures on the absentee notices. "Do you know what this first page states?" she hesitated before turning it and sliding it across to me. I knew full well what it stated. Dear Mr and Mrs Livingood, This school cannot in any way recommend your son Dennis, to be advanced to ninth grade due to the exceptional number of absentees, 67, during this last academic year. The maximum number of missed days acceptable without a medical excuse signed by a Physician is (10) ten days. Further we find it difficult to believe that you as parents were unaware of his Absence from school in each case though you signed the permission slips. If he does not attend Summer school he will not be advanced to ninth grade. It was signed by the school superintendent. I was getting ready to start crying when she reached across the desk to lift my face and look into my eyes. "Do you know why we are not paying attention to this folder?" she slid it off to the side. "N, no Ma'am." "Because when your father first contacted us about your enrolment we sent a request to each of your teachers for copies of your school work." She now turned the monitor of her computer to face me. Every test was either a high 'B' or a 'C' as she scrolled down the list. "Do you know that homework makes up at least forty percent of your Academic grades?" "No I didn't think it mattered as long as I got good grades on my tests," I answered. "Attendance in class counts for another twenty percent. Your tests only counted for forty percent, which is why you have a straight 'D' Average which is good enough to advance you to ninth grade. However your attendance is what caused you to fail. But I am confident that you won't have that difficulty here," she smiled. "Th, thank you Ma'am," I said. "Now I would very much like to know why you missed so many days last year, please." "I, they picked on me in Gym class. And it was easier to just skip the whole day than leaving before Gym," I answered. "So, it was because of Gym Class bullies?" "Mostly," I admitted. "Most of them had other classes with me during the day too." I looked up at her then, "Are, are you going to tell my parents about this?" Now she smiled, "Since this is actually our first Counseling session, No. I will never discuss what we talk about in Counseling with anyone else. But I do think you need to tell them yourself, before they get letters from your old school that you are not there to intercept." After a few more minutes she began asking if I was getting settled in alright. Was everyone being nice to me and helping me find my way around. At the end of the hour of me talking about myself she smiled and said, "Now I noticed you have some problems with math. I want you to let Abby help you, alright?" "Yes Ma'am," I actually hugged her before I headed for my room. "Hey are you coming to the study group workshop?" asked Tamara. "Of course she's coming to the workshop. Have you seen her handwriting?" giggled Nellie. "It's almost as bad as mine is." "Hey it's not my fault," I pouted. "I'm not used to having long nails." "Denise, young ladies do not pout in public," said a Dorm Mother as we started up the steps. "Yes Ma'am, sorry," I apologized. "Excuse me, young lady you need to learn to use complete sentences," she corrected me. "Yes Ma'am. Thank you for reminding me," I hurried through the doors. "Felicity, what time do after school hours start?" I heard another dorm mother at the top of the stairs. "Oh shi-oot," she began buttoning her blouse back up as she headed for her room. The clock next to the stairs indicated that it was only 3:47PM. After school officially started at 4:00PM. We had over two hours until our 6:00PM dinner time began, but we didn't have to be in uniform for that. We were sitting at our study desks waiting for 4PM when I noticed something across the lake. "Abby, what's that place over there?" I pointed. "Oh," she giggled. "That's the," she looked around to be sure the door was closed, "The Stud Farm." "Stud Farm? Do they raise horses?" "Wow, no they don't raise horses, but they have a stable full of them for riding. That's the Boy's Ranch, for 'Bad Boys'. As in the kind that know what to do with a girl," she blushed. "You'll see it next week when we go over there for Riding Lessons." "Riding, as in horses, for real?" "Only if you sign up for it as an after school activity. The list is on the bulletin board in the Rec room." She said. "You'll see it when we go to the study group Workshop. I already signed up. I hope Ricco is still there," she said. "Well actually I hope he isn't because he really is sweet, it wasn't his fault he got into trouble." We were now quickly changing out of our uniforms, and she looked at me like I was insane as I tried to hang mine back on the hanger. "I don't want to spend my weekends washing clothes," I said. "Oh. You do know that we have a laundry room right?" "Really? It wasn't in the information I read about." I said. "It's in the basement. Actually there are forty washers and forty dryers down there. Eleven for each floor plus seven for the Dorm Mothers," she explained. "Why did you think you brought the laundry stuff with you?" Seeing my worried look she asked, "What's wrong?" "I never did laundry before. Well not the way it needs to be done. My Momma just started trying to teach me last week," I admitted. "Hey we'll teach you, besides that's part of Thursdays Home Ec class. Well, Hand wash only items. We didn't have any of those except for tights last year. But this year we get to wear Satin and lace undies," she giggled. "And slips, I never wore a slip before." I said, my excitement growing. "Oh you'll learn about that this winter, trust me. And tights and Petticoats, you'll appreciate the added warmth over stockings when it's freezing outside," she giggled. We made it to the Rec Room and began dividing up into study groups. "Denise you need to practice writing with long nails," pointed out Erin Sweeny. "My writing was a lot worse than yours is but I practiced and it got better." She wrote her name and then several nonsense sentences to show how she had improved her own, and I had to admit her handwriting was pretty. "You just have to start out slower than usual and gradually let yourself find your own style." With all these other girls offering their help and hints I felt less vulnerable than I had yesterday at this time. Of course the big topic for the moment was the Boys Ranch, and would we be having any joint social events like last year? I hadn't been here last year, but I remembered Jerry getting to go to some dances last year that were held at Cassidy's private school. Now I realized that yes this was the same Academy, only way better than any other private school I'd ever heard of. Heck even the ones from TV shows had nothing on this place. I wondered if Jerry was going to be coming to the dances this year as well. And would he be upset if he saw me dancing with a boy? Why was I thinking about boys? I'd never really thought about boys before. Hell I hadn't even thought about girls either, well not sexually anyway. Oh my god did I just think about sex with another girl? Another girl like myself, a girl with a, no, no, no I have to stop thinking about this. My clitty will get stiff, damn it's already uncomfortable. "Denise?" I jumped as Abby touched my shoulder. "Hey take it easy, are you ok? You're awful fidgety."