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The Rulebook By Tvstar I lost the coin toss, I knew what that meant and I wasn't in the least happy about it. I was the one who would attend school as a girl. Confusing, yes I know so let me explain. My brother and I are the heirs of a long dynasty of miner and oil conglomerate that is older than dirt, my family's money was forged in Europe hundreds of years ago. My lineage can be traced for more than 500 hundred years and has been on top for all modern family since the age of expeditions. After World War One the blue bloods lost everything and the ruling class wasn't accustomed to manage wealth so it was spent in the worst way, mix War and there is a ruined family, but genetic memory of reigning is hard to erase, during World War II my great grandfather invested his measly possessions in a combination of land and war bonds, wise movements and sweet talking made this family strong again. As big as the Family could have been after all this time, my parents my brother and I were the only inheritors to this fortune. So what, why should I attend school in drag? Well my family's reputation and businesses has made my parents distant. My twin brother and I have always known no other surroundings than boarding schools. We have been all around the world and changed schools almost as much like underwear, our bad behavior became the stuff of myth and that was the moment when no school wanted to admit us anymore. In our last school my Mother warned us. "It's not possible that your behavior is this bad, you have been through every respected school and no body want's you anymore and we (Your father and I) are too busy to deal with you," she screamed at us by phone. "There is one last School that is willing to accept you, but they are convinced that testosterone is the cause of all foul actions, so there's going to be severe disciplinary actions, they will admit you only if you help in some new drugs test trials, one of you will be taking hormones in order to prove this hypothesis, I know you won't like that so behave, this is your last chance if I have another complaint in this school I won't be lenient. You will go to Spain to 'San Gabriel School' and one of you will do it in dresses, don't put me to the test." Of course we thought her threats were hollow so we did what we always do. My twin brother Roger and I were used to party, getting drunk and do whatever we liked so we did it once again, so of course we were expelled and then my Mom was furious. "I warned you," she said, "I kwon you didn't believe me, but you are going to Spain and I'll let you decide who will have the 'skirt punishment' because from now on I will try even the harsher methods." Never in her life she had come through with her threats. We were sure that even she was afraid of us. It was impossible that this could this be different. But it was, and worse the hormone treatment was also real they told us in orientation. Not only one of us was going to wear skirts, one of us was going to really become a girl, and after the coin toss it was going to be me, we tried to tell Mom that it wasn't just an embarrassing punishment as she had thought, it was something more real, but School rules were strict and NO contact was allowed only for special occasions. We weren't allowed to bring any belongings with us, a middle aged. But attractive woman gave us the Tour and orientation. It was a very nice building it was new with no more than five years, not like all the others in which we had been that looked like at least a hundred years old. There were lots of boys and girls and they were some really beautiful girls. I couldn't take my eyes off, as I heard it wasn't going to be a secret that I was a boy under the girl's uniform so I wouldn't mind hitting on some of them. After the tour we were taken to the boy's dorm and we were given separate rooms, it was the first time I wouldn't be sharing my space with Roger. Roger was shown into his room, nothing special to it and no special treatment was needed for him. The woman (who had introduced herself as Virginia Rounds) came to my room with me, she sat in the chair by the study desk and started talking. "Ok Robert," she started. "This is your room and you'll need to work a little harder than your brother. Today you won't have to attend your classes, but tomorrow you'll have to be there with the proper attire. This school as you know is also a social study lab, you are not the only feminized student here. There is a mix of genetic girls and girly boys, some of them are voluntary some are not, that's part of our study. I know that deep down inside your thick skull you are thinking in ways to deviate from the rules. Maybe wearing a boy's uniform to make an statement or not shaving your legs or face, not wearing the complete uniform or so." I started to smile, of course I was going to rebel and this bitch couldn't do anything about it. "So let me get this straight," she continued. "We have had all kinds of situations and the rules have prevailed, you see your parents signed a contract that give us COMPLETE control over your body, it was intended for research use, but our experience has taught us that we can use that contract to enforce our policies as needed." This made me a little uncomfortable, how exactly were they going to use my body?... "Yes I see that smile erasing from your face, you see we need to enforce girly behavior so if we need to surgically modify it from the start we will do it, simple as that. We expect you to behave and comply to our gradual reversible changes, but if you don't we will do changes that are not quite reversible." Of course this sounded terrifying. "Are my changes reversible if I behave?" I asked. "Yes, everything will be only cosmetic and rescindable if you do exactly as you are told. We plan on studying behavior under different social surroundings not under physical changes." "But my Mom, told us you were going to use hormone treatments on me." "Yes we might use some drugs in some students, but you are lucky our current study stipulates that you need only to look very girly, nothing permanent unless you ask for it or if you don't comply with all rules, do you get it?" "Ok, I guess, so if I follow this shitty rule book and do my best, I can get back to be a man in the future?" "In layman terms, yes your current parameters define this particular scenario for you, some other girly boys have different settings and some doesn't even know they are being altered, but don't push your luck if you misbehave in ANY way we can get very creative with your body and the law is by our side." She let her word lingering in the air then stood up. As I said she was attractive in her mid-thirties with long blond hair styled in a high ponytail, she looked stern in a very expensive set of glasses, she wore a tight knee length navy dress that hugged all her curves and black patent stilettos. Her makeup was simple, but perfect. "Ok two more things before I leave, first here is your personal Rulebook it was made specifically for you it's in your best interest to read it thoroughly and follow it to the letter, second here is your bathrobe. Strip all your clothes you won't be needing them anymore." I saw by her expression that she was 100% serious so I grabbed the silky pink robe with a flowery pattern and went into the tiny in-room bathroom. I took off all my clothes including my underwear and gave it to her, then she left. I was very tired because of our trip here and considered nodding off, but her words remained in my head, I'd better read at least a little the fucking book so I wouldn't get into trouble. I found myself surprised to think I should follow the rules, but it was clear that these people weren't playing. I was very pleased with my body and if I could be creative with the term "Body modification." I was sure they could be far worse. In the cover it said: San Gabriel researching School: Robert Haskwell personal rulebook, it was weird to see my name in a standard book like this, but it was logical in the context Ms. Rounds commented. I flipped through the book and found it to be mostly pretty standard, it talked about schedules "Students should be at time in every class, blah, blah, blah", places "The library is located in the third floor west building....", classes, tardiness, grades "Grades are from 1 to 10 minimum required passing grade is 7....", Discipline "In case of a fight or physical damage to another student the aggressor will have to notify the offended parents and express a formal apology...." and of course there was an entire chapter about uniform. Normal everyday consisted plaid pleated skirt one inch above the knee, it was patterned in grey and blue, white short cap sleeved satin blouse, a small blue ribbon that looked vaguely like a tie, navy blue open sweater with the school crest on the left breast, navy blue knee stockings, black shoes, heels were mandatory at least two inches high, earrings always noticeable but no longer than 2 inches, hair up in a ponytail or tight bun with a blue ribbon, everything will be provided by the school. Light makeup consistent of foundation, eyeliner, mascara, light colored eyeshadow and lipstick only in pink or light red. Legs, body and armpits will always be completely hairless and subjected to revision. Painted short fingernails only in red, pink or light purple tones. I wasn't even at half the rulebook when I nodded and fell asleep, I could finish reading it later and well how hard it could be just to put on a skirt tomorrow morning. I woke up at about 3 am, damn jetlag. I was still with American time and couldn't sleep anymore, maybe I could see what I could do to comply with the stupid uniform. First things first, I decided to take a long hot shower and during it I found out that there were all kinds of depilatory creams and pink razors, obviously they were meant for my legs and body hair, reluctantly I soaped my right leg and started shaving, it was very hard. The razor kept clogging with the longer hairs and when I reached my knee I cut several times, angry I stopped the process and decided just to shave my measly beard and use the cream on the rest of my body. It was also difficult to use, but at least I didn't massacre the rest of my body with razor cuts. Then I put on the panties, my drawers were filled with all kinds and colors, I decided for a common white cotton pair with the least frills and bows I could find, of course the use of a bra was expected and I grabbed the matching one, obviously I fumbled with the brooch and decided to fasten it and then step into it, that made it easier. In the same drawer there were some silicon round flesh colored thingies that obviously were meant to fill the bra cups there were at least three pairs on different sizes, I chose the middle ones that were like a C cup, I didn't want to imagine using the D's and the A's were just ridiculous with my 6 foot frame. Then I rolled the socks up, the fabric was very different at what I was used to. The soft feeling onto my sensitive hairless ankles sent a shiver all throughout my body, I couldn't believe that it felt really nice. I had never had an erection that fast and my stood dick looked really weird encased in the cotton panties, I tried to ignore it while I rolled up the pair, but it was too exciting, so of course I grabbed my member over the panties and started rubbing it. After very few strokes it exploded with a lot of intensity. All the cum was all over the girly garment and I found it funny how it stained it. I also found that to be very arousing so I continued stroking and in a very unusual way I came once again. I had to change the knickers because of course they were soaked in cum, I chose another white pair, but this pair was a little sexier, it had some lace and a sheer fabric in the ass, it hugged my butt differently and I kind of liked it. Later came the blouse, it was very soft and the sleeves felt weird because they were a little puffy. The way the bra pushed to the outside was a little disturbing, it looked very weird from a first person perspective and looked of course very feminine. Later came the skirt of course I had never worn one and was very upset at how exposed it made me feel, even shorts don't feel like you are going to flash your underwear at every step. I walked a little with it and was surprised at how much it swished with every footstep I took. It moved sideways every time and it made my hips look very girly, that was the moment when my sight deviated into the full size mirror attached to the wall, even with short hair and no makeup I saw a demure little girl, it couldn't be me, but it was. Before trying the shoes I had to deal with makeup. I knew nothing about it so the sure bet was that today I would look frighteningly bad. I found everything the rulebook said and applied it as best as I my instincts said. The results were ghastly, but I had to try and maybe I wouldn't get into trouble, hair and earrings were a problem, my hair was longish for a boy but it wasn't at least covering my ears, a bun was unthinkable and a ponytail even less, I just had to present like this and hope not to get punished. The shoe closet was very diverse, there were a lot of heels and a lot of styles I tried the smaller two inch block heel Mary Janes, they were very clunky, but complied with the rules and didn't look very badly, more important it wasn't difficult to walk with them, they fit perfectly and made me wonder how they knew my size. Then it hit me my Mom had filled all the forms and contracts my size and measurements must have been there. It was almost seven o' clock when I sat in the bed, breakfast would be served at seven thirty and I was terrified to walk out of that door. If I skipped breakfast there would be a minor report, but if I skipped classes that would be a major report and that could be dangerous. What should I do? I looked girly and feminine from my neck down, but of course I looked like a clown with this makeup, no earrings and a boy haircut. Suddenly a knock on the door startled me. "Who is it?" I asked in an almost inaudible way, maybe if they didn't hear me they would leave. "Robert are you there? Is Virginia" That was a small relief because I was worried it could be Roger or another student, but I really didn't want to see her either. "Go away," I replied. She opened the door and came inside, of course she had a spare key, again she was dressed very nicely with a tight grey skirt suit and a purple satin blouse. She scanned me up and down and said, well you wear that uniform nicely it looks really nice on you, you are a thin girl and your height is perfect, the skirt defines your butt really good, your makeup need work of course, but you'll have the practice. Come on sit on the desk I'll show you some basics. I was very skeptical to her words, but I manage to carry myself to the chair, I felt depressed and unwilling to do otherwise. She looked at me carefully and diagnosed, "Your foundation was done correctly, no beard is showing, the lips are easy, but your eyes look like a raccoon, you just smeared eyeshadow, it requires finesse." I don't like criticism, even with something as stupid as this, dammed her I am a Haskel, she shouldn't talk to me like that! "Shut up stupid cow, I shouldn't be doing this in the first place, this is for bitches and fags!" She forced my head to look at her and slapped me hard two times, "Then what do you want to be princess a bitch or a fag? Because I can turn you into either with a snap of my fingers. Now pay attention because you have only 20 minutes to look good." She showed me a very basic way to make up my eyes and I complied, but in my mind I was really angry and knew this hag was going to pay for this. First she trimmed a little my eyebrows then we reapplied some purple eyeshadow, after that I did the black eyeliner with a lot of caution, finally I applied mascara like four times in each lash the results were very different than last time my eyes looked very nice. "Good," she said, "You see you are a natural for this, you are a pretty princess and this is one of your hidden skills." Of course I wanted to strangle her, but I managed some control and waited. "Your hair comes next, didn't you finish your rulebook? It says that your first day you may use the wig provided and clip-on earrings for your morning classes and a visit to the salon is required in the afternoon." Of course I hadn't read that, the Rulebook had like two hundred pages and I only flipped the basics for today. "I'll finish it later," I muttered. "Where is the fucking wig?" She slapped me again a little softer this time "Language... princess. It's here on the first drawer." She produced a dark brown mass of hair, it looked a lot like my real hair color and again it hit me, my Mom must have planned this from a looong time. She just pressed the wig to my head and attached it with bobby pins, then she gave me the clip-ons. They were loose dangly earrings that looked cheap and pinched slightly my ears, they were no fun at all. At 7:25 in the morning that Wednesday in September was the first time I saw myself completely dressed as a girl, the mirror projected a surreal image of a nice looking teenager, School uniforms always have a sexy Lolita quality, but I couldn't believe that girl looking at the front was really me, I even had to do the clich? of raising a hand and see if the girl did the same. Worse of all was that I had dressed and made up myself. "Ok diva girl stop staring at your beauty, nobody likes a narcissist. Let's find your brother and go to the mess hall." She gave me a pink faux leather bag that should had school supplies and dragged me to the door, yes I looked good, but I wasn't ready to face the Halls and least of all my Brother, he would chew and spit me and I was sure he would. Some eyes turn to look at me, but there were no surprises or whispers, even with my girly looks I was very conscious that I was a boy, the way I walked, the way I looked at everybody, the messy makeup, the clip-ons, but nobody laughed or gave me strange looks, a Boy in girl's uniform was not uncommon here. My confidence rose quickly and I started to notice some other elements like how my naked legs felt as I walked, the swishing of the skirt, some minor back pain by the posture imposed by the heels, the brushing of the long hair, the pinching in my ear lobes, etc. everything I felt was very different than my usual clothing, nothing prepares you to understand women's clothes unless you have worn it. Virginia escorted me to another room about 30 feet from my own, it was Roger's and again my heart fell. Of course my brother and I had done a lot of stupid things, but we had never been so different one of another and here I was with the shortest straw, he would never let me leave this one behind us. After Virginia knocked on the door Roger appeared with tired eyes and confusion, of course dressed with the boys uniform, he looked at her and remembrance flashed in his eyes, then looked at me and hesitated for a moment, then inspected me closer and he saw the made up look of the same face that he sees every day in the mirror, "That's you inside Rob, right?" "Yes, it me, I answered with a mock face. "Do your worst, laugh." He saw me again and I saw a mix between tiredness, incredulity and fear. "You... look nice, let's go." "Come on that's it? Not even a butt pirate joke?" Again he stared like trying to send telepathic messages into my thick head and said, "Come on I'm hungry and we are late" Virginia knew then he was the clever one, he had always been. Then she led us to the mess hall and left us there. "After breakfast you have 10 minutes to clean and grab your things before first class, you two will go to morning classes in the east side and report to me at 2:00 after lunch, is that clear, any questions?" "Umm if we have some minutes before class, why you made me carry this pink bag with me?" I asked. "Because you look so cute with it princess, see you later gorgeous." And with a big grin on her face she took off. Roger grabbed my arm and led me to an empty table. "Rob, this is serious, didn't you read your stupid manual?" "I flipped through it. Is like a friking bible." "Well you better read it fast and carefully, we are in deep shit. This people can do anything to us, yes you are wearing the skirt, but they are giving the hormones to me!" "What? Why?" "It's not completely explained, but they didn't tell Mom that they were not only researching behavior, they have studies in body chemistry, social interactions, etc. every kid here has a different record of tests and they were all sent here almost like a prison," he explained. "You see, yesterday like I didn't have to change clothes like you butt muncher." Yes I knew at least one insult was due. "I put on the Uniform and went out to find out a little more about this place" He continued, "They know we are all troublemakers and they are teasing us and expect us to misbehave so they can push further experimental meds or body modifications. There in the back do you see a girl with huge knockers?" I turned around and saw her, she was about 16 years old kind of ugly looking with greasy black short hair, but her breasts were magnificent very big and perky, she then stood up, she had finished her lunch and saw she didn't have makeup on and wore the girl's blouse but boy pants, she also made a grin of pain and held her back, the weight of those tits was obviously too much. "Well I could certainly go for it," I answered Roger with a nasty grin. "You moron that's a boy, he's not even wearing full girl's uniform. Some guys told me yesterday the full story: Some months ago he forced himself with a girl, he wasn't' going to rape her or anything, but was very disgusting, she didn't even had to report him. The staff knew and went for him, they drugged him and when he woke up he had those puppies on display and in his rulebook says that he has to let anybody who ask politely play with his boobs or whatever his asked to do, he became everybody's hooter bitch." And as in cue, two bigger boys of about 18 or 19 years old stood in front of him and said something, Nestor (as Roger called him) sighed profusely and sat in a nearby bench, the other guys sat on either side and in front of everybody started making up with him, at first Nestor had an annoyed look, but soon started responding more and more, in less than five minutes the three of them were kissing and licking almost everywhere. Not soon enough a twenty something guy in uniform went there and asked them to break it off, he wasn't very persuasive and after 20 or 30 seconds the older guys stood up and left a panting Nestor in the couch. It was the most surreal thing I had ever seen. The worst of all was that I had an erection pushing my skirt up, that was really weird. I stood there in a mild shock when Roger continued, "As I told you my rulebook says that they need to introduce some peace keeping hormone therapy and I'm their test subject, if they see I have good grades and keep myself at ease my dosage will be small and it shouldn't have after effects, but from every infraction it will rise or I could even get a punishment like that one" he said pointing the tit boy. "Yes I know, the old hag told me that if I behave my changes would be reversible, but they could get nasty," I told him with a little resent remembering the face slapping I had endured earlier. "Read the whole book Rob, it really can get worse and also I need you to behave" He started saying and I interrupted, "Hey you are the one that always gets us in trouble" "I know," He answered. "I'll do my best, because in my book says that you can pay for my mistakes and vice versa, so what I'm saying is that if you are not careful I'm the one who is going to suffer." I let the words sink a little and I nodded to let him know that I understood. "Ok, I'll do my best this girl uniform isn't as bad as it could get, only god knows what this kids have endured." "Amen bro." And with that we continued our breakfast. Our first class was Math, Roger was good with it, I was a real turd with Algebra and geometry, it really wasn't my stuff. Virginia again made an appearance at the classroom and introduced us to the other kids, first my brother Roger and lingered a moment with me "Well this is Robert, but obviously that has to change; Robert in the afternoon you will choose your girl name and let me know it in the meantime they will call you Bobby or Roberta, everybody got it?" The kids nodded and some said yes. We took our places and the class started. Classes are the same everywhere, boring stuff invented by old people to torment kids, who cares about Physics or chemistry, what the fuck is the use of an algorithm and who cares about law and history, it's all just invented, manipulated bore. At lunch again Roger and I sat alone to eat and to criticize all the other guys in the classroom. We chatted about everybody. Almost all of them looked dorky or nerdy, there were some cute girls, but we always found something to condemn, either their looks or attitude, the boys looked a little cooler, some of them where party dudes and played pranks, but not as much as we were used to. People were obviously scared of repercussions. And then there were "The odd bunch" there were three people that were hard to miss. There was this tall girl who had a five o clock shadow under the makeup it wasn't really clear if it was a guy in dress like me or a girl in hormones, only the face looked weird, because her body was as sexy as hell, she had the best ass I had ever seen and perfect breasts, the way they jingled showed that they were real and not a stuffed bra, she wasn't ugly or either masculine, but she was almost 6 and a half feet tall and of course the beard growth was very noticeable. Then there was this girly Boy he (or she, I wasn't sure) had the short boy cut hair, girls blouse, but no bra and no breast, boy pants, no earrings and full makeup he had painted fingernails and his expressions were completely girlish, he sat with knees crossed, he straightened his pants like it was a skirt when he sat and even stared at the boy who was obviously the class leader then sighed. Lastly there was this butch girl using full boys uniform, close haircut, no makeup, no earrings but obvious breasts and hips, she was a butch like stereotypical lesbian and joked with the boys like she was one of them, she even whistled at the girls and once made a joke to lift a girl's skirt. I wasn't sure this children were experimented upon, but the school was clearly open minded in terms of gender and identity. After we ate we followed the map to Virginia's office. it wasn't very far, again after this walk my uniform became evident to me, the skirt moved side to side every time and the air drafts kept reminding me of its presence, my earlobes were very sore, I really didn't know how women could stand these fucking clip-ons all day. Virginia was with a male orderly and gave instructions to take Robert to the infirmary, I felt sorry for him he was about to get his first shot of whatever they were testing. Then she told me "So Bobby, what's your name? How should we address you?" Shit!! It had completely slipped my mind and she saw my expression as always I fought my inadequacy with bravado and sarcasm "I don't care, just call me what you will" "Oh really?" she asked in a defiant way. "Well, maybe something really feminine like Bambi, Wendy or Bonnie or something sluttier, something that cries: I want you to fuck me. Yes that's it, I know, from now on your name is Candy, one popular stripper name and if you keep your misbehavior, that's what you'll become to every boy in here a very sweet treat." "Come on Candy we have an appointment," she said and led me to a room that was in all purposes used as a beauty parlor. Inside the room the beautician and two assistants were ready for me. The older woman received some instructions from Virginia and nodded, then asked me to sit and started working. Few times in my life I have been more bored than this one, the woman kept trying to talk with me the three or four hours she spent gluing and stitching hair into my skull, then she dyed it in a dirty blond with darker highlights, at the same time she tinted and trimmed my eyebrows to match my hair and the female expression they should show. After that the assistants took one hand each and started polishing in a professional way, I sighed a relief that long fingernails weren't allowed at least in my Rulebook. My hair was still undone and they told me that they were going to pierce my ears, I couldn't believe it but I was even grateful for that, I never again wanted to use clip-ons. It was about 7 in the evening when they finished, now I was the proud owner of a mid-back blond mane. It was even heavy on my head and the hairdresser gave me a booklet that step by step showed care and some styling basics, she combed it a little then Virginia took a picture and told me it was for my students ID. I was still feeling a little of Jet lag and started feeling extremely tired. I knew I should check my Rulebook or at least try to do my homework, but of course I fell asleep with my pink backpack in my hands and saliva dripping into my satin blouse. When I woke up It was freezing. I hadn't slept inside the covers and my bare legs were a remainder of the short skirt, I stood up and looked for some pajamas, but there were only slips and baby dolls, damn this school. Maybe I could use the sweat pants for the sports class, but I just found very short gym shorts and lycra belly shirt, sports class was really going to be demeaning. I had to use a longer black silk and lace slip I hated it, but it was the only longer garment that would cover at least partially my cold legs. Morning came too fast and I had to wake up at 5:00 if I was to be ready with all the makeup and hair shit that had to be done. I had to admit that after everything the hairdresser told me was done I looked really nice, my hair looked really good in the ponytail, my makeup wasn't perfect, but it was better than yesterday's. I had permission to use studs in my ears for three weeks while the piercing scared, I put on a fresh uniform and another panty and bra set, but for a strange reason I decided to use an electric pink set, it looked sexy and before leaving I would have to take care of my erection. It was 7:25 and I thought Roger would go for me, but understood we hadn't said anything about it yesterday so I decided to go to his room, I tried another pair of low heels and considered the new pair a little more comfortable so I kept them. I walked to Roger's room and knocked. When he opened he looked sick, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was all messed up. "I couldn't sleep all night, I was puking things I ate in kindergarten" I felt really bad for him, yes I had lost the coin toss, but it was him who was having the worst time, yes it was a hassle to do my makeup and taking care of all the hair, but I preferred that than feeling as sick as he looked. At lunch Virginia sat us in different spots, she said that we were always together and that we needed new perspective on things, she took Roger and sat him in a table full of loud boys, he started joking with them almost immediately and that made me glad, maybe he would feel better soon. She led me to another table full of snobby looking girls, there were four of them and they looked bored and mean. "Hello girls, this is Candy and she's as sweet as her name implies" the girls giggled a little, but still made a puzzled look like implying that they didn't care who I was and I wasn't welcome. "She is your assignment girls treat her nice and maybe we can make some changes in your punishments, teach her and maybe she can be like you" She stated with a smile, but with a firm maybe even sinister look. The girl's saw the expression and changed their attitudes utterly. Who the hell was this woman? All four of them were perfect, I didn't mind being with them, I would have slept with all four at once, their skirts were a shorter than mine and they were allowed to use perfectly combed but loose hair, they were very sexy, the typical group if Bitch Queens. Tiffany was the leader, it wasn't difficult to see why she was here. Bitch was a very demure word to describe her. She was catty with every comment, whiny and lazy, her entourage did everything for her of course and she saved her strength and thought only for her appearance. Jenny was the real power behind power, manipulative, calculating and gorgeous. She was the less talker of them, but with every word there was a strong remark of superior three steps ahead thinking, she wouldn't rip your head off, she would convince you to rip your own head and serve it in a silver platter, she had a an mp3 player and Music was very loud. Sandy was the Bimbo, the bait. She was a sweetheart, sexy, beautiful as a flower and almost as intelligent. An easy girl who in another place would be an easy mark for me, I made a mental note and wearing skirts or not, I would find a way to bang her. Toni was the workforce, the muscle, she looked nice and with perfect makeup, but a closer inspection showed that she was like me, she was a boy in drag, but pulled it nicely. She identified herself as a girl and told me that she had volunteered to "girl" status and that she felt very lucky to be in the group of the Royalty. When I said "the muscle" it was also in a literal way of speech, she didn't quite look like that because of the uniform didn't show, but she was ripped, her slender arms had every muscle toned and she once told me that she could lift 80 pounds with ease, this girls were genius of the style because of them Toni looked like a very nice girly girl, but could easily break every bone in your body. They ignored me for a moment, because Nestor came to sight. "Look there's that freak again" stated Tiff. "Poor thing, his rulebook surely fucked him up with ultrasensitive tits and having to let anybody fondle them" said Sandy. "You retard," said Jenny as she slapped Sandy's back head. "He deserves it, remember what he tried to do? He almost rapes Gloria and she's an ugly bitch" She almost shouted then with her finger pointed at her head and said "think what could happen to others, I don't pity him, let him eat cock for the rest of his life." I noted they all had long fingernails as opposed to my rulebook. She then looked at me and as rudely as she could asked me, "So.. Girly girl, who are you and why Hell queen brought you with us?" "Well I'm ..... Candy." Almost gritting my teeth as I said my new name. "I just arrived and damn if I know why she brought me with you." Tiffany took a long look at me and said, "Well if you are to hang out with us, you won't do it looking all guy and nerdy as now, after classes you are coming with us so we can show you to look good. At least you don't look like a freak like that Nestor or that Brenda cunt (the tall girl in my classes) she's Ugly as shit." I don't know why but hearing I was a passable girl made me proud and a little happy. I didn't said anything the rest of the lunch I have to admit I was afraid this was a very different setting to what I was used to. They continued their chatter and dismissive remarks on everybody. I liked this bunch, but I surely wouldn't like to be in their bad side. When the classes started I said my goodbyes to the girls, I was going to meet them after classes. Roger again seemed out of it, but he told me he had a good time and that the group was great, he talked specifically about John who played first string quarterback and obviously the group leader. Classes are the same always, boring, inconsequential and stupid. Roger and I again were split at noon, he had to go to woodshop and I was stuck in Home EC. Now I'm not sexist, cooking is important for girls and all, this I get it, how can they be of any use if they don't know how to cook and housekeeping stuff, so I was totally ok with the need of this class, but I felt really stupid being here. First of all I had to wear a silly apron and a hair net, it was very difficult to get all that hair inside that stupid thing. I burnt like five times with the oven and my chocolate cupcakes looked like liquated shit, they smelt like that too. It was good to be in class with Sandy, at least I knew someone, but it didn't help that she was so braindead, she was a real girl she should know about this stuff! But she didn't know how to do anything, luckily she wore heels, because I doubted she could tie shoelaces. I was in love and I was ready to bang her as soon as possible. Sandy was a real looker and there were some other hoties here, short uniform skirts are really nice in a place where you have to bend over lots of times. Yes supposedly nobody cares, because we are all "girls", but I could see that two or three of my classmates couldn't resist to scope the others, at least I wasn't alone in my lust. At lunch Roger and I met again, but he wanted to go with the boys so I went with him, I wasn't due to see the girls until after lunch. It was a fun bunch. For a moment it felt a lot like the old times. Roger introduced me as his brother Robert, but everybody did some disapproving faces, so he sighed a little and reintroduced me as his sister Candy, that made more sense to them. As always with guys about 90% of the comments were crude, with double meaning and sexist, I should had been at my elements, but soon enough some of this comments started getting my way, some of these guys even started blowing kisses at me or trying to lift my skirt I became embarrassed also because I had to try those fucking electric pink panties. I just couldn't believe it, yes I knew I had done a moderately good job in my appearance, but I had a male voice, I had an Adam's apple and was even taller than some of the guys, without heels! When one of them grabbed my ass UNDER my skirt I really had enough, I was about to hit him, but when I saw Roger I knew I would get him into trouble with his new mates. "She's asking for it," he said. "I felt your lacy panties girl, you're a tease!" I stood up in disgust and left, Roger didn't even bother to defend me, he was too engrossed talking with "Johnny" to bother. The girl's weren't nowhere to be seen and I knew that I shouldn't sit with other unpopular, so I just grabbed a loaf of bread and left to my room. I was very upset when I got to my room, I threw a tantrum and almost cried, how this people dared treat me like that. I had been a semi girl for only two days and they treated me like that? It was plain stupid, I was one of them no matter what I was wearing, then it hit me, this is my experiment these assholes want to break me out of what I know. They want to make me a nice girly girl, so fuck them if I'm going to be a woman I'm going to be a grade A Bitch, you want to subdue me? So be it, I'll break YOU, I'll destroy YOU, you'll recon with Robert Haskel.... Ok,(fuck it) Candy Haskel. After classes students were allowed to use street clothes so I had to change and I wanted something more comfortable, there were some tight jeans, but my new image required that I became desirable and of course to use sexy stuff, so I decided to try a denim skater skirt and a tight sleeveless red top and some higher heels, but the result wasn't very good, something was wrong, but I didn't know what, I decided to go with the girl's and ask about style later on. The girls were expecting me and they showed me about clothing, makeup, hair styles and they talked about boys. All four of them were like in heat or something, even Toni had had lots of "Boy attention" It was so weird that I felt at ease with these people, all my life I had teased and used girls and now I was one with the group, music didn't help it was always girly and always loud. When I arrived to my room that night I felt a little better with myself. There was a brown paper envelope outside my room and it was addressed to, of course, Candy Haskel. I opened it and inside was my students ID, Name: Haskel, Candy, Grade, Sex: F, also inside was a new rulebook, this one said in the cover "San Gabriel research school, Rulebook: Haskel, Candy" some things must have changed from the other edition, but I really wouldn't know because I didn't read the whole thing, and something told me that I wouldn't read this one either. I giggled a little at that understanding. The next morning I tried to apply what I learned as best as I could. My new rulebook allowed me to use higher heels and socks were optional, I decided to try my luck in four inch stilettos, the skirt was also a little shorter about two inches above the knees, hair straightened with the iron and held in place with a diadem, makeup also allowed me to use dark red lipstick. I looked very nice, not quite dashing, but I would get there eventually, I stood up and try a few steps, walking with these heels wasn't as hard as everybody said. As yesterday I went to Roger's room to fetch him. When he opened he looked a lot better and had a good mood. "You look fabulous," he said, I had never heard him complimenting anybody and it sounded really odd, but I appreciated the gesture. "Well I did put some effort into it, thanks." He then started talking about the guys and especially about John Harris, I was starting to get really annoyed by that guy. Roger invited me with his friends and I started walking with him when I overheard a small zit faced 14 year old or so. "Here comes my Candy, you know maybe she can be sweet to my pole if you know what I mean," he said while clutching his crotch everybody laughed and I felt disgusted. "You know Rog, I'll see you in class," I said. "Ok", he said and didn't even turned to face me then he went to "Johnny" right after that. Of course I met with the girl's we listened music as loud as possible, today it was Ellie Goulding, Kathy Perry, Taylor Swift the usual and talked about clothes, makeup and God help me, Boys. Somehow all this things were more and more interesting and little by little I felt like I had to contribute so I started talking about it too, I had my opinions of course I could talk about it also. The rest of the week passed by really quickly, it's strange how we drone out and let time fly, later on we don't have time to enjoy what we like. Every day I picked Roger up, had breakfast, attended classes and spent the afternoon with the girls chatting, trying clothes, makeup, gossiping and music was always present. On the weekend we went to the beauty parlor and had my nails done, yes my rulebook now allowed it! And I didn't know why I found it really exciting. Then in the afternoon we went to the football game and I started really listening to what the girl's saw in the boys. At the end of the day it terrified me that it made a little sense! and I also started checking some features of the guys, that night I became very afraid that when I remembered about the linebacker's ass, I had a very big erection I ended up masturbating thinking about a guy, that really freaked me out. Church was mandatory on Sundays and of course formal attire was required, I chose a black long sleeved dress, it had a little cleavage but I managed to create the illusion of boobs, (I was getting better and better in this), black pantyhose (the first time I used a pair) and black patent leather pumps then I grabbed a black purse with makeup and essentials, I was ready. I went for Roger and when he got out he was very formal in a black suit with grey shirt and grey tie, he looked very handsome I had to admit, but somewhat unmanly, like too clean, too styled, I really couldn't point my long fingernail into it. Service was as usual, boring, long and full of guilt. During the homily the priest talked a lot about behaving, about staying true to yourself, but to my surprise he managed to talk into us that sex was a precious thing and guilt shouldn't overcome those who practiced it considering the rules, yes I knew this school was accepting our lust, but it was strange that they almost encouraged it. Roger and I spent the rest of the day together, he did some homework and cleaned his room, like we were both boys my Rulebook allowed me to visit any other boy rooms during daytime, so we stayed in his. I slept a little while, he did his Homework and we talked like in the old times. He looked happier and he said that I looked good as a girl, it wasn't a sarcastic comment and I was surprised that I felt nice to have my efforts recognized to look like this. The next week passed as fast as expected, only some minor incidents with the P.E. class, because the tight shorts really showed my cock and I looked very bad, Toni suggested that I should buy online a thing called a gaff that helped me hide my bulge and also helped me to buy girdles and other form fitting garments that would give me a more proper female form when needed. Also all the girls were part of the cheerleading squad and I was invited to be with them, so every afternoon we rehearsed dance and gymnastics in order to get me in the team, I was almost a poster child for behavior and it was weird, maybe this school worked after all. That was a recurrent thought. At the beginning of the first week of October the teachers started nagging me, yes I hadn't done ANY homework since the beginning of the term. I really didn't know where to start, so I talked to my friends. That afternoon we were gossiping and listening to music as always and they suggested that I should find a nerdy guy to do them for me. So the next Morning I asked my group to go with me to the guys table so I could talk to the zit faced David, he was an advanced student and my intended victim. We approached the guys in a way that sex could be felt in the air, the surrounding tables turned at us and their own desire was noticeable, all of the boys had erections (and considering this school some of the girls too). The other girls couldn't take their eyes of us and some looked red with desire, poor Nestor was fondling his own boobs and looking if a brave guy could go and help him out with his desires. Tiff was the first to talk, she was approaching John, but saw disinterest in his eyes so she corrected her trajectory right away and approached Bruce the starting Running back "Hi handsome, good game on Saturday" with that she opened the door and the other girls found their marks. I hated my task, I would have preferred to approach Ryan the Linebacker if I was going to flirt with a guy I would have preferred one that had been in my mind in my newly found desires, but I had to stick to the plan so I feigned being a little left behind and just be near David when all started, of course he was undressing me with his gaze, that made me wonder, in his dreams I had a girl's or a boy's body? This place was really fucked up. He made some nasty comment and I pretended not being gagging, but I approached him and licked my lips. "So big guy, you think you can handle me?" "Try me gorgeous. You'll find I'm already up to the task," he said pointing at his noticeable erection, for a very small guy it looked like he had a monster between his legs, it surprised me and I was even more amazed to realize I was intrigued, my own cock would have jumped to attention if it hadn't been tightly gaffed between my legs. Tiff broke contact, she invited Bruce for lunch and left, obviously we had to do the same, Toni and Sandy left with similar engagements Jenny wasn't interested in any of them. I invited David to talk to me later in my room, the trap was set, but I was really worried what he would ask in return, but intrigued at the same time. I hated myself for my interest, funny thing Roger seemed kind of annoyed with the whole thing and just gave me the evil eye, I also noticed that he had started to walk funny, like giggling his butt and lifting his hands a lot. That afternoon David as predicted knocked on my door, I was already chilling and was wearing leggings and a halter peplum top, the inserts made my ass look really nice and my makeup was flawless. I was waiting for him. But I really had to be careful not only with his advances, also because I wasn't sure I didn't wanted it. The knocking was softer that I thought "Hi Candy are you there..." it was him, but his voice was even breaking off poor guy, not as brave without his pals right? I put my five inch heels on to look more daunting and opened the door. I towered a little more than a foot over his head and projected some authority. I had started to become a Queen Bitch and I really liked it, he had some flowers with him, poor slob he didn't know what he was getting into, it was even kind of pathetic. "Yes David, what do you need?" He ogled me and couldn't recollect his thoughts for ten seconds or so. "Here I brought you this," he stammered stretching his hands and almost hitting me with the flowers. "They are lovely," I said and kissed him ON THE CHEEK of course, like the girls told me. "would you like to come in?" The girl's and I had some contraband scotch, but it was too good for him, so I didn't even try to fetch it. My rulebook allowed me any sentimental and physical relation with any boy (can you believe it). but he could only be in my room before 8:00 pm. it was only 5:00 I had checked all this in the book just some minutes before, even though I hadn't read the whole damn thing and I had to be sure I could be here and wouldn't get punished by it. We chatted for some minutes, we drank some soda and sat on the bed, he became a little more relaxed and his interest and bulge grew in proportionated way. My own member was straining inside the multiple cloth layers that held it in place, I didn't know why, maybe so much chatter with the girls or the need to fit in, but for days now my sex fantasies had been filled with muscular chests, manly butts and big fat engorged penises. He tried to kiss me and I found myself turned off by that, he had really gross greasy face and I couldn't really do it, but I couldn't back out so I started rubbing his erection outside of his pants and he found it enough so I continued. My other hand drifted unconsciously towards my crotch and found it oddly empty beneath all the stuff that prevented it from showing. I couldn't hide my arousal anymore so I started pulling my leggings down and almost with the same movement the girdle and gaff were out so my member sprang loose, I was a little ashamed, but my lust was too much to care. He saw my erection and for a moment it worried me he would be mad or worse, but to my surprise he kneeled before me and started sucking it. Oh My God! He was really good. Of course I had had my share of blowjobs, but this guy was really great. He started jerking off at the same time and couldn't believe how lucky I was, not only I was having one of the greatest lickings of my life also this left me out of the hook and subdued my lust. I just had to think for a moment and would find a way to get him on my manicured little finger. After some minutes I started thrusting it, and ramming slowly into his head he expertly dodged it from his teeth and took it almost entirely in his mouth and throat, he was a real pro. Some minutes later I could sense he was starting to get tired so I let my imagination run and what worked more was to imagine myself in his position, sucking a delicious, big fat dick this was enough to pour all my seed inside his mouth. He started drinking it viciously and I could see he climaxed also. It was perfect, he was satisfied and I hadn't had to do anything. After I came he jumped up the bed, but curiosity was still on my head so I grabbed his very big dick and I would have suck it, but my touch was enough for him to drop his load into my bed. We laid there for some minutes, I let him catch his breath and saw that he still was trying to get some semen into his mouth with his fingers, every time he got some his penis twitched a little like looking for strength to get up again, but didn't manage to. I broke the silence. "That was intense David, I wouldn't have imagined your skill, does your rulebook allow you to do this?" "Yes I can be with any girl, but not all girls in here are so well endowed like you, so I really needed that too. You see they experimented with hormones with me because I was starting puberty about a year ago, my penis grew a lot as you can see (he said pointing with his open arms), they gave me some testosterone derivatives and I'm always super horny and with my monster is difficult to conceal it, but the problem is that it is overly sensitive I have a bad case of premature ejaculation also my taste buds changed drastically I found the taste of semen irresistible, it is enough to make me cum and it's very satisfactory. The guys accept me into their popular group because of my skills, but I have to be very careful my Rulebook doesn't allow me to have sex with boys and sadly that's what I crave for. So here you are as a perfect solution to my problems." It was really sad, but also I wouldn't like to ruin my cool girl reputation by going steady with this guy, I could have sex with him, but only as a cold hearted bitch should. Not attachments! Jenny made it very clear. "Well it's an interesting story and we had our fun, but is time for you to go. I have Homework to do," I said in a nonchalant way. "What's your homework about? I can help you out." Right into the hook... "Really, it's from all the subjects, I'm a little behind," I said while I tossed my hair to one side, then I saw that it had no effect. "I don't know it's a lot of work..." he started to say, I was losing him and I needed a new strategy, my new found girly assets wouldn't work with him, so it hit me... I was still with my leggings and panties down so I stood up and started pulling them up, I slowly grabbed my hairless cock to gently stuff it inside my panties, I rubbed it a little with my dainty colored fingernails and his gaze locked into it, so I caressed it a little more, it was stiffing again and a single drop of precum oozed from it. I cleaned it with my finger and approached it to his mouth. He hungrily licked it. "Maybe you'll like me to let you play with my girly pole, do you?" His stare was lost in thought, but nodded with empty eyes. "Well, if you help me catch up with school work I'll let you come and play with it now and then. Would you help poor ol' sweet Candy?" He nodded again, "Come on little David, say it" I told him as again approached my stained finger to his mouth. "Yes, ok I'll do your home works" He almost shouted. So I let him touch my dick and he played with it and licked it even though it was not producing anything more. When he left I was exhausted, but felt pretty dammed sexy so I put on a flimsy red baby doll and turned on the TV, soon I fell asleep. The next two weeks passed in a daze, Roger looked weirder every time. I even stopped going for him every day I saw him in the boy's table and closer and closer to John, one time I almost could swear they were holding hands, that same day in class I asked him how he was and if something was happening with John. He just rolled his eyes and said, "It's none of your business, bitch", he then went to another desk and sat opposite to me. I felt abandoned, he was my brother and now he was ditching me for a MAN? And I was the one wearing panties! David came through with all my homework and even found time for tutoring me, I really didn't care about it, but my pride was big and I wouldn't like them to find out I was cheating. Somehow I could tell the teachers knew the home works weren't done by me, but they always let it slip, to me that was fine. Twice or thrice a week I'd let David suck my dick and thank me for it. Worryingly enough my thoughts started to dwell into Ryan, the linebacker. I started to picture myself into the receiving side of his manliness and that always drove me to ecstasy. Like all western hemisphere, Spain has adopted a lot of holidays from the English and the Americans so a Halloween party was imminent and was going to be held that Saturday in the end of October, I still wasn't part of the Cheerleading squad and the girl's started to give up on hope. I was as coordinated as a drunken monkey, but they would let me dress as the slutty cheerleader for Halloween. Funny enough was that the costume they picked up for me had a skirt the same length we used every day in our uniforms and the top was as tight as every other thing we wore, so it was sexy and even more comfortable than our usual garb because it had sneakers instead of our usual 3 or 4 inch heels. The girl's used equally or even more skimpy outfits, Tiff was very serious with Bruce and they looked really good together, she even looked in love and that was really cute. Jenny was also serious with George, but he was a very butch girl, Jenny was into girls, but her rulebook didn't let her or so she said, so George was a good catch, he was big and strong even good looking as a guy. Sandy was with two or three boys who obviously wanted to take advantage of her and she really hoped they would, even better if it was at the same time. Toni was with Ernie, he was a really tall and muscular black dude they had had some run ins in the past, he was very well endowed and Toni always talked about their get together times, sometimes she had a hard time sitting down because of how sore he would leave her ass, but she really loved getting banged by him and every time it happened she couldn't stop bragging about it. Roger was there and he was now brazenly near John, I had seen him embraced by him and one time I even saw them kissing, of course it surprised me. But to be truthful I wasn't in any higher moral ground myself. Today they were of course together and even by Halloween standards Roger looked dreadful. He was wearing a big Disney princess dress, it was beautiful and I felt a little jealous by it, but he looked very bad with hairy legs, bad makeup and a badly styled pink wig. I approached him to say hi and he just swept me from head to toes "Where is your costume Bitch? Ah I know there was nothing sluttier so you disguised as someone decent" He busted into laughter, I made a scowl and left without saying anything. David was there dressed as Batman and even though it wasn't a secret that we screwed together everybody knew that I would never date him. This suited him because he could portray himself as the stud even though he was the one sucking my cock. This time Ryan was available and I would take my chances, I felt in the clouds. We danced all afternoon and drank a lot, teachers knew, but if they cared they did a good job hiding it. Soon enough we were all drunk and he and I tumbled all the way into Ryan's room, I had never seen where it was and frankly in my state I didn't even knew how we got there. Luckily we had started the party early and it wasn't even 7 'o clock. We arrived to his room and we began kissing with passion, soon enough he took his shirt off and his defined muscles came to view, this excited me beyond measure. I couldn't believe I was this turned on, but I really was. He then pulled off my top and my bra and inserts flew up, I was a little ashamed, but he didn't care. We continued kissing until my member was very stiff my skirt could not contain the very big bulge inside. I couldn't wait more to be penetrated by this stud! He then pulled down my skirt and panties and I did the same with his pants, saliva was building up as I really wanted to suck him senseless. His pants dropped and my mind turned off in shock, there was a vagina!! Ryan was a girl! Then I realized his muscular chest had two small scars, her breasts had been removed and He was a girl!! She saw my reaction and understood, "I'm sorry, you didn't knew? The girl's didn't tell you?" "Well, they were very busy with their dates and I hadn't said anything about my crush, so I think it slipped them," I said with frustration and my grisliest spoiled kid frown. "Come on Baby it doesn't mean we can't have a good time," he said while kissing my earlobes and massaging my dick with gusto. At first I was a little upset, but beneath all those frills I was still a guy and we are very easy to convince, so I let myself go and started accepting the rub. Slowly my dick started getting up and I concentrated in his strong chest and arms, that was enough for me to rise to the occasion and kept me eager to continue. He was a great passionate kisser, maybe it was his girly side but with every tongue curl my knees failed and felt really nice. Then he jumped over me and continued the kissing and hand ministrations and when I was at my peak he impaled himself over my penis inserting it completely in his vagina. I had been with lots of girls and this reminded me fondly those times, but to this new stage in my life it was really great. I was with this beautiful hunk and my dick was getting the best of attentions, I had to accept that even though tonight I wasn't going to enjoy a big dick in my ass, it was really good sex. It was kind of funny when he started moaning a little softly at first, but louder and louder, with that deep masculine voice of his. It was weird and sexy at the same time, then he lifted, maybe got tired and dropped face down by my side, lifted his narrow and strong butt and whispered "fuck me, hard... please" so I stood up and penetrated him with my already hard as hell cock. I was an expert at these and I started pumping in and out and tried to extend the pleasure as much as I could for both of us. Some minutes later he started screaming and his narrow hole started convulsing, he was in the verge of ecstasy and I started feeling pride in my performance. His clenching and screaming sent me to my own orgasm and we came together. Oh my god I needed this, and this was the best of both worlds. We fell down in the bed and even in a cold October night we were covered in sweat. Of course we were both naked and I laid there beside him, he grabbed me by behind and embraced me in a big spoon position, I liked it, but kind of wished there was a dick poking me from behind. "So, do you have a story? Would you share it?" "Ok, I guess, is not a secret or anything." "My dad is a big shot NFL team owner among other businesses. He was very disappointed when he had a Daughter and some little time later he won a war to testicular cancer, he is still alive, but would never have other kids, so he became a very bitter and resented me. My Mom raised me as girly as she could to prevent my Father's bad influence, but as I grew I realized that I loved football and I also loved dresses and girly stuff. It didn't help that I was a big girl and didn't look quite good in a skirt." He continued his tale. "When I was 13 I was already a very big girl with more than 6 feet tall and looked very ridiculous when dressed in frills, but I still loved it. My Mom had a car crash around that time and died, my dad couldn't conceal his resentment and was even happy, when it happened. The most important thing was now he would raise me as he saw fit. First he threw all my women's clothing and makeup, then he sent me to another school enrolled me as a boy and started intense football training. I sneaked all nights and wore a slip at night, the maid helped me every time she could and there was no day I could spend at least some hours in a skirt or lingerie, that was exactly who I was even if my Dad denied it. When I was 15 my body was completely developed and this disturbed my Dad so he found this school. They promised that by my 18th birthday I would be a big man, and so far they have delivered. About a year ago, when I was 16 I had a double mastectomy, steroid and hormone treatments and the only thing that has kept me sane has been Football the only thing that matter to my Fat