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Notes on setting: The story occurs in Summer 2002. Much later than that creates plot problems of "social media" and phones with cameras that would make their Summer program an international scandal. The school being founded much before 1997 would make it difficult to represent as an economically viable or socially acceptable enterprise. The other essential element of the setting is that it is not some "Miss Millicent's Forced Feminization School for Wayward Boys" that couldn't possibly exist, and would result in long prison sentences for the faculty if it did. MPFS is in its own unorthodox way a very good (and very expensive) school. It pays well, so attracts a highly-qualified faculty. Many of these develop research projects built on having a unique population to study. The school's Estrogen Therapy data is meticulously compiled and intended for future scientific publication. Even the least scientifically-orientated teachers of the most frivolous skills take their jobs seriously (e.g. there's a Femininity Department metric for median number of hours required to competently walk in 4" heels.) While the Summer Program at the center of this story is the hardest to justify it's not some wacky idea. It's backed up by a 60 page curriculum proposal and teaching plan that is ever evolving. All participants have extensive entrance/exit interviews to improve results the following year. The educational value of shock sexism immersion has been proven. THE SCHOOL OF HARD COCKS Mount Pierce Finishing School formally promotes itself as: "A transgendered girl's finishing school, admitting boarders aged 16-19. The school offers academic instruction of the highest order, supported by the personal attention only an 8-1 student/teacher ratio can provide, supported by an emphasis on traditional feminine refinements." From modest beginnings with seventeen students enrolled in 1997, the school has rapidly expanded, such that they are accepting eighty boarders in the incoming class of 2004, while having to turn more than a third of applicants away. Parent's of Mount Pierce girls typically seek a safe and highly- protective environment for their growing daughters, which allows them to socialize with others sharing their experience, while escaping bullying or abuse which may have occurred at a previous school. This is not always the case. Many parents are more interested disappearing a socially embarrassing effeminate "son" for a couple of years. The school accepts that these cases exist, and even reserves a few spots every year for "family need." Nobody is admitted to MPFS without the full tuition being paid, but in the case of parents who are as abusive as they are rich, the Admissions Committee will try to offer an escape from the most unhappy homelives. The school's absolute stipulation is that all prospective boarders meet with an Admissions Committee member both in person and alone. The questionnaire professionally administered then starts with "I am: 1. A boy; 2. A girl; 3. Wish to be a girl." No student would ever be admitted after choosing #1, no matter how insistent his father may be about paying anything to get his "fairy" son out of the way. The school doesn't require any form of medical intervention to enroll. However, practically all boarders will eventually chose to take estrogen and all who do must follow the school doctor's prescription protocols. Nearly 200 girls have already benefitted from it, and a large group of patients subject to the close observation and regular body measurements of the MPFS Estrogen Therapy Program is thought an invaluable dataset informing future tweaks. The First and Second years at the school correspond with Junior/Senior year in most American High Schools--though Mount Pierce students skew a little older than that. Some girls are twenty when they graduate. Most years roughly half its matriculates enter conventionally--having completed two years elsewhere before two years at MPFS. Others who have completed three years are admitted--essentially repeating their Junior year. Girls under-twenty who have graduated, or will before entering Mount Pierce, are offered a one year course of study. This consists of the four required classes in femininity and three electives; dispensing with the usual non-femininity academic requirements. If there is one thing the school excels in above growing ivy on its buildings, its manufacturing traditions. It's remarkably easy to make young girls who stay at the school for no more than 21 months feel they are part of sisterly rituals that have been going on for, like, forever! The *original* Sweet Seventeen was a name thought up by the initial Mount Pierce class. They are regarded as old founding sisters--despite the youngest of them still not turned twenty-one. The Femininity Department's Spring Fashion Show and Luncheon started in 1998. The school year opening Bonfire of Names ceremony was established in 1999. All girls on their first night in uniform introduce themselves to the whole school before writing their former name on a card *for the last time* and burning it in a brazier. The grandest tradition of all--presenting each summer's Sweet Seventeen--is only in its third year. Sister pledging has only been around for two. ================================================ A significant minority of Mount Pierce students regard the school's conceptions of femininity as severely limited. They'd acknowledge the Human Sexual Psychology and Transgender Rights and History half-electives are daringly progressive--even the use of the word "transgender" since the schools founding suggests modernity. However, its Femininity Department's required curriculum, as well as most the elective choices (Music, Art, French, Homemaking) do promote an antiquated elite finishing school for debs ethic. Instructors in Feminine Vision and Feminine Self (Year One), Manners/Etiquette and Advanced Femininity (Year 2), feel the girls will take dozens of courses throughout their education that may help them find jobs, but only these four to help them find husbands. *Above all* students who question Mount Pierce's mission are appalled by the Summer transfer program. Which is a shame, because aside from the "Transgender Rights and History" class, the Summer program is the only school offering promoting social awareness by design. Even the kind of girl selected for the program (proud of and a credit to her school, well-liked, cooperative, has good grades in both her Femininity classes) usually can't see the educational value of being sexually objectified. Yet making "Sweet Seventeen" is the highest honor a first-year can get, and the highest non-academic award in the whole school, so most don't turn-down the opportunity. Besides, they've all talked to girls in the class above who went to SemSem. Even the most skeptical of it may manage "an informative once-in-a-lifetime experience." Other's might emphasize "sharing a unique summer helped me bond with classmates." "OH MY GOD!!! Imagine the buzz of two months being the totally hot chick all the time!" is the typical review. It's a recommendation that might intrigue many seventeen or eighteen year-old girls. For 1st year Mount Pierce girls it's barely imagineable! Many have only limited experience "passing" as girls, period. Those selected for Sweet Seventeen are immensely dedicated to looking pretty--but that's not the same as "hot" in either manner or appearance. Girl's who take best to Mount Pierce's femininity training are prim and dainty, rather than sexy. None have had the time to grow womanly curves that would be thought "hot." They're 3-4 years behind most girls in physical development. Altogether not a formula for getting male attention--but with a highly slutty presentation, in an environment with no other girls competing, they most definitely do! Those who won the honor the first time can apply to be counselors the summer after graduation. It's volunteer work, offering only food and board. Still out of a maximum of 17 eligible applicants 10-12 will compete for the two positions--purely to be in the uniform again, and relive that fabulous summer! Being Class Valedictorian is, of course, the school's highest honor but it's known in advance, as the girl has to prepare a speech. The real drama of graduation is when a girl's honors are noted as she receives her diploma, and one of these is being named a graduate Summer counselor! ====================================== Summer program is held at Cox Academy--otherwise known as The School of Hard Cocks. Despite the program being jokingly referred to as SemSem (Semen Semester) by the girls, sex is not required in the curriculum--though it happens very often. If anything the program's academic justification is nearly the opposite of that. The course description for the one Summer class is titled Male Management Training Camp. Before joining Cox' Upper School students for later classes in the day, Visiting students start their day together in their double length Male Management class. Topics range from "Sexual Assault Reporting Standards" to "Characteristics of a Good Boyfriend". Others include Making Hyperfeminity Work for You!, What If They Are Fighting Over Me?, Having Fun With Your Panties On!, Beware of 'Nice Guys', Best Taping Techniques, and Safe Cleansing and Lubrication. It's felt a girl getting through this difficult intensive training will equip her for similar situations over a lifetime. The most particular challenge is the Visitors being outnumbered by young men on campus by about 15-1. Another is the strict school-issued MPFS summer uniform the girls are required to wear to classes, dining and official school events. Effectively, the uniform is required weekdays 8 a.m. until at least 7 p.m., with occasional weekend needs for things like sports competitions or student concerts. As there are no summer classes *at*Mount Pierce this uniform is a School of Hard Cocks exclusive. Every item of the regular uniform must be in school colors pink and white. The short single-buttoned school blazer has a stiff pink bow covering the closure. Headmistress Fitzroy has very decided ideas about correct hosiery. Opaque white tights are acceptable October 15th to March 31st ; otherwise white lace-trimmed ankle socks only. If there was a competition for the cutest or prissiest girl's school uniform in the U.S., Mount Pierce would win every year, but in most respects it isn't that unusual. Summer uniform is a different matter entirely! Its pink/white plaid skirt length must be between 8 -9"--a more sensible length for summer. The summer uniform blouse is a sleeveless open- shoulder version in airier semi-sheer material--also more suitable for hot weather. Bras aren't issued, though required to be in school colors if worn. If a girl wears her pink bra under a white blouse, or vice-versa, it will show through. Though many styles of panties in white or school pink are acceptable, they may only be opaque in the front and gusset. The style must be either bare bottomed or sheer in back. The prize for being selected is an extravagant makeup kit intended to encourage practice and use, though lipstick and pink nailpolish are the only items specified as uniform. All girls get a pink school shoe-suitcase before the trip. Each contains the six approved versions of pink/white uniform shoes. There are a variety of styles--though mostly summer sandals. All have heels from 4-6". Participants are also provided with a lightly quilted bolero jacket, to keep shoulders warm in the event of cool evenings; a hooded raincoat in clear vinyl, to ensure it doesn't cover her uniform; and an adorable but ridiculously small satchel. Nothing else may be worn, except for modest jewelry of the girls' choosing and hair accessories in school colors. Everyone travels with one personal suitcase of her own casual weekend/evening clothes. There is some "cool girl" influence that these also should be in school colors. The presentation of Summer uniforms occurs on arrival at Cox. It's a fraught affair. All the uniforms have been made or ordered to each girls' measurements--too late to appoint substitutes unless one is exactly the same size as a drop-out. The girls are aware that Summer uniform is sexy and revealing--even down to exact descriptions and sometimes photos. Hearing about the outfit and putting it on is a different matter. A daring girl might wear it to a Halloween party--but Sweet Seventeen doesn't select for wild girls, and one night with friends is very different from in the daytime, in public, for about 60 hours a week, over 8 weeks. These doubts are mostly overcome by sororal peer-pressure that everyone will be dressing the same and that they're all in it together! However the seventeen are often reduced by a couple who balk at the last minute. The uniform presents a consistent smart standard that cannot fail to arouse young men. Sometimes the girls need the help of a sexy presentation, as most Cox guys either know or assume the Finishing School girls have penises. Some refuse to accept it. They'll say "maybe her, not her"--insisting the MPFS student body has to be mixed. A persistent rumor at Cox is that Mount Pierce girls must have vaginoplasty in order to graduate. The boy's "pussy hunting" attempts always meet with failure. Mount Pierce will not admit anyone who has undergone such a procedure. With the Summer between the two years being the only break in her finishing that would allow a girl to fully recover from the operation, doing that and attending SemSem are mutually exclusive. Alumna of the program typically describe about a third of the boys being either wholly rude or refusing to associate with them; a swing group always low-key importuning for secret blowjobs; and about 25%-30% who quickly accept them as girls to get a chance at them. Even allowing for only the most enthusiastic boys, it's still four very actively chasing each girl. Regardless, they're nearly all aroused by the girls' sexualized image, that the see every day. Even the guy calling them sissy faggots to his buddies may masturbate to a mental picture of a Sweet Seventeen favorite or counselor. He'll probably have some post- orgasmic regret once he's cum in his palm. They may be jerking-off to real pictures. When the Mount Pierce girls arrive they gather for a private welcoming dinner and opening address. Afterwards they take a few group photos, and one full-length of each girl in whatever pin-up pose she pleases. These are posted in the lobby of the campus dining hall with the girl's name on it. It's a gesture of introduction, as nearly everyone at Cox knows each other, except for the new arrivals. A dozen prints of each, for reposting, is the minimum requirement, as they are so often taken as souvenirs. These late-teens guys, in a very isolated boy's boarding school, have to suffer studying through Summer as well. For most of the year he is in a community of 800-900 boys. Being sexually frustrated is his existence. In Summer there are 200 or-so in his peer-group--plus the girls! They are all young, sometimes very pretty, usually ultra-feminine in manner, and always dressed very provocatively! That's the environment making the Summer at Cox Academy the School of Hard Cocks. This is the signature shared experience of all girls in the program. There is no moment in class, walking between classes, in dining hall, etc. where a girl won't see a few (unexposed) protruding penises. Even a girl who isn't so pretty, and a committed virgin, can't avoid causing some men or boys erecting. Once girls have accepted this unavoidable situation, some find it amusing. As embarrassment and discomfort are common for them, there's some glee in seeing a boy experience the same. It's not a one-way experience. None of the girls have received anything near enough female hormones to combat normal genital response. In early weeks many Mount Pierce girls are too nervous to have issues. If/when they become accustomed to being so desirable they naturally react to that. Any stiffness under a micro-miniskirt creates very serious problems. Lots of surgical tape and multi-layered panties are the best available solutions, but nothing can defeat the most uplifting moments. MPFS literature about the Summer program bullets: Fun! Team Building! Life Skills. Cultural Exchange. Girl's Empowerment! While all these are true, to a point, the claims are often vague on details of how these goals are achieved. Empowerment is the weakest claim. The top item under that heading would have to be "instilling pride in making dicks hard and inspiring ejaculations." =================================== The idea for Summer program started with observation of matriculates. Often their only experience up to that point (like it or not) was being regarded as boys--so not very sensitive to deeper girls' issues. Though most had experienced forms of transphobic bias, research showed this was not a reliable indicator of their attitudes on discrimination generally. Some were more aware than average about these matters, thanks to their experience. Others scored significantly below average for empathy and awareness. As teenagers will, many were too absorbed by their own problems to care about others. Worse, it was found that a year at Mount Pierce produced a statistically significant (and nearly across the board) drop in these measures. Girls in a closed community where they experienced no discrimination began to care less about it. There was great faculty disagreement on this. Conservative-minded instructors viewed the school's special mission as "finishing" feminine presentation only. Others argued this was an acting school approach that produced graduates ill-prepared for their lives as women, since they had little exposure to common female experiences. A compromise was reached: the "psychologists" designed the program, the conservatives selected the honorees. The Femininity Department appreciated the idea of a new school "tradition" rewarding politeness, amiability, and presentation that they wished to instill in the girls. The more sociologically and experimentally-minded tutors found this popularity contest/beauty pageant approach quite useful for targeted education. The most independent, socially-activist girls would never be picked for Sweet Seventeen. The conventional, cosseted and placid girls who would be selected were those deemed most needing an eye-opener. Awareness building is present from Day 1 of SemSem. Mount Pierce, even more than Cox, is a very homogenous and artificial environment. The students are all girls, and trans. Mostly white, and raised by invariably wealthy, often liberal parents. Arriving at Cox alters their situation immediately. Here they are ~7% of students, who are the most distinctly recognizable minority at Cox Academy. They are also foreigners. They enter a male- dominated community with a hierarchy, rules and customs they don't understand. In part, their Summer uniform is designed to demonstrate the difficulty of gaining an equal place in this society. Assimilation is impossible. That strategy would require low-key mannish clothes and keeping her head down. In the uniform she is noticed everywhere! Insinuating herself into boy's leisure time is usually impractical. Physical activities between classes as easy as tossing a Frisbee are difficult in very high heels. Something as simple as joining a study group sitting on the quad lawn is impossible in a fiendishly short skirt. She could, but displaying her panties wouldn't help in being just one of the boys. Entering a boy's dorm building alone is immediately noticed and risky. She'll be assumed there for only one reason; probably correctly. Mount Pierce girls who aren't soliciting sex have to travel in pairs in boy's spaces at any time of day. After sundown a girl alone is suspect anywhere. Some girls retreat into a ghettoized mindset, and hopefully learn something from that. There are many lessons to make the girls aware of bigotry in general, but the program is more focused on exposing them to a crash-course in extreme sexism. Male dismissal and condescension is a major element. Every year quite a few girls will dedicate themselves to Cox academics--but most don't. The MPFS-taught morning class is the only for- credit one. While required to attend their Cox classes nothing is transferrable, so grades don't matter at all. There is no material advantage to being studious during SemSem, and the hurdles are insurmountable. Even the most fair-minded Cox instructor becomes annoyed with a Mount Pierce girl in his class. They are a huge distraction for his "real" students. He'd rather not see so many erections while he's teaching. The expectation is an MP girl won't study or do homework, so not worth his time or energy. Even if she does complete assignments she's tarred by the assumption that a boy did it for her. If she bests the more bookish guys in the class, they may accuse her of exchanging sex for schoolwork. If a Cox instructor happens to teach a few of the most dedicated Pierce girls he'd be reckless giving them the grades or scores they'd earned. Giving top grades to girl students directs suspicion on him. It's safer for him to downgrade pretty overachievers. The instructors are also just men. If there are very short skirts in his classroom, from his podium view he will be see the girls' panties often. He can't change the Mount Pierce uniform. He can't *not* think about fucking the girls. He can't win! In this difficult situation it's convenient to regard all girl students as dangerous temptresses. They are a threat to his concentration, classroom discipline, and possibly his job. Eventually every Sweet Seventeen realizes that the academic deck is stacked against her. She will fail, so why bother? It is intended that she fail--now when none of it matters--so long as she recognizes these kinds of problems when they do matter. Everything is designed so that girls completing the program understand a range of issues they will face as women, since they've been constantly exposed to every form of sexism already. It's not expected that a girl has the maturity to perfectly handle these situations now. Only that she is familiar with warning signs later. If she's overwhelmed with distress, her counselors, program director, and even the school psychologist may intervene--so a lot more of a safety net than she'd have dealing with these issues for the first time in her real future as a woman. The program is absolutely explicit about one thing: a man or boy touches a Mount Pierce girl, she tells him to stop, and he doesn't--that's to be reported immediately and could result in expulsion. That doesn't prevent things like regularly slapped bottoms. The girl expressing her displeasure should stop *that* offender, but she's being passed by so many other boy's that she may have to say "Stop!" three or four times on a simple walk to class. This and other juvenile hijinks like flipping the back of a girl's skirt, or obviously trying to look up it, are frowned on by Cox staff. The boy might receive a withering glance or stern rebuke if he's caught, but never real punishment. The boy's may as well save themselves the effort of trying to see panties or bare backsides. No Mount Pierce girl has ever worn a skirt nearly so short. They wear pink patent Mary Jane's with practically no heel throughout the school year. For most, walking in +4" heels has been limited to a couple of dozen hour practice in Feminine Self. For anyone of so little experience, keeping her panties covered for a whole day would be a major accomplishment. Lewd sexual comments, persistent sexual advances, catcalling, derogatory language, sexist exclusion, and other forms of disrespect are considered essential to the curriculum. More than once Madame Petrova has called a meeting with a Cox teacher she felt was overprotecting the girls, so spoiling the lesson plan. Every effort is made so that the girls are seen decorative objects whose only value is in arousing male sexual desire. Many do learn from this. The only acknowledged failing of the program is that a handful of girls each year take to it too well. ================================= Cami Lutz wasn't expecting to make Sweet Seventeen herself. She was strong academically and buried in her books from her first day at her new school. Unlike some of her fellow matriculates, she had no experience of presenting as a girl all the time. It was a weird first few weeks but--as uniforms tend to do--she couldn't feel uncomfortable for long in the same outfit everyone wore. She got over feeling like a schoolgirl imposter, but certainly wasn't among the outgoing girls with sunny dispositions. She was well below average in her Feminine Self class, and nearly last in Feminine Vision. Through October she heard more and more about the Summer program, which struck a chord with her. She wasn't expecting to go home on holidays, nor was too bothered by her parents not wanting her home. Being a Summer boarder at Mount Pierce, though, sounded really grim. Too few girls around to make the campus lively and those who were there would be, like her, unhappily warehoused. SemSem seemed the best way to spend her summer, given the limited choices. To top it off, she'd never had sex with a boy and only been kissed by one once, but her curiosity about it had grown enormously over the first few weeks of the school year. Funny, as one year ago she'd been attending a boys boarding school, and routinely called a fag, even though she wasn't really. She definitely noticed which boys were cute, but didn't think of them in *that way.* Now, with no boys around, she thought of the cute ones from her old school more and more. It was hard to explain. Maybe it was due to the female hormone shots she'd received since September? Maybe she was succumbing to peer pressure? It was a really big change starting at a new school where men and boys were talked about *a lot,* where boy-band posters were common on dorm walls, and suddenly *not* liking boys was suspicious. Maybe it was because she'd learned to suck penis, and was very proud of her new talent? From what Cami heard sex with boys was limitlessly available to girls at the School of Hard Cocks! She also learned the kind of girls who were selected; so shifted her strong work ethic in that direction. Aside from French and Calculus she could get A's in her non-femininity classes with no study. She swapped tutoring sessions with her roommate Allison, who was an A student in femininity. Cami made to sure to cheer the loudest at school spirit rallies and assured her uniform was always spotless. Cami rose to a first semester B in Self, but still only a C in Vision. The following semester she got an A in both! She made progress, but a C on her record in perhaps the school's most important class wasn't going to get top honors. Cami only attended the ceremony because she had her fingers crossed for Allison. For herself, she found enough reward in the accomplishment. Sure she'd started applying herself purely to make Sweet Seventeen, but things she found silly at first grew on her. Makeup started with hours of grueling practice with pencil and brush. Then she got quite good at it. Then she looked prettier. When she felt pretty she didn't feel so ridiculous performing the dainty gestures and highly feminine speaking style that the school promoted. She loved feeling super-feminine! Or maybe this was the hormones kicking in too? Anyway she could hardly remember how it felt to be the kid burning the name Cameron just nine months earlier. In April Allison declared her a "girly-girl." Well, if the size 8.5 glitter-bowed fuschia ballet flat fits... She owed a lot to Allie for being her mentor. She wasn't *that* far advanced over Cami, though she had an eight month head-start with hormones. Both of them began permanently presenting as girls on the same day when they got their school uniforms and burned their names. Allie was simply all-in on the Mount Pierce experience from day one! Cami may never have become convinced if she'd drawn a roommate like herself, rather than having Allison to help her along. They were very close. Not *girlfriend* girlfriends, but they were pledged Sisters, and like many pledged girls at Mount Pierce were physically intimate. There's a lot of "practice kissing" at the school. Something not uncommon in girls schools, though really more typical of girls who are 12-13. Mount Pierce girls missed out on that, and few in First Year have much dating experience. Naturally, with a second puberty occurring a few years after the first, girls have more ambitious ideas about practicing. Lots of them are curious about sucking cocks. It doesn't require brilliant insight to grasp that there are practice tools in her own dorm, or even room! MPFS administrators implicitly accept this. They manage it, and may subtly recommend it as a remedy for sexual frustrations that threaten harmony and discipline. The Sister pledge tradition was invented as a response to this issue. In earlier years this behavior was quite disorderly. There was a lot of swapping around. Jealous drama from girls who'd become attached to a partner was an ever greater threat than the spread of STDs! Pledging to a Sister doesn't mean having sex. It wouldn't be called "Sister" if it wasn't sold as a best friends' tradition. A handful of innocents aren't even aware of the deeper purpose. What it does mean is students are expected to be exclusive with a "Sister." It distinguishes between a disciplinary problem (promiscuity) and unavoidable experimentation discreetly practiced and contained. Allie was always more faithful to the "practice" aspect. When licking and sucking Cami she'd constantly pause for feedback and call it a night once she'd improved her technique. Cami thought results were better than advice! By Winter break Allison decided she'd had enough practice, but didn't deny Cami access to training aids. She was indulgent of Cami masturbating, but found performing the act on herself an offense to her femininity. She found using Cami's mouth five to ten times a week much more acceptable. Cami loved it too! Especially once she'd learned to time her self-stimulation and stimulation of Allison so they could have orgasms together! As this became Cami's standard sexual practice she grew conditioned to associate Allison's tasty juice squirting on her tongue as essential to her own sexual pleasure. ====================================== At the presentation Cami quickly realized that the girls being called onto the stage were in ranked order. The first half-dozen were nearly copies of each other in their polite, prissy femmy-ness. They'd each get about 30 seconds to deliver thank-yous. They'd all say what an honor and surprise it was, though nobody believed that. They'd all spent hours on hairstyling and makeup. Even these dollies weren't going to the trouble of showing-off their skills if they weren't going to be in the spotlight. Number 7 was a slight surprise. Granted, Aisha was nearly a straight-A student, but Cami knew she'd got at least one B in femininity, and she wasn't much of a princessy/cheerleader sort. Cami felt goosebumps. Not that she had much chance, but even the hint of a possibility made her much more attentive. The next few selections reverted to form, while the thanks grew less effusive. They were wearing expensive party dresses and flashy heeled sandals like the earlier picks. They were the sure things feeling miffed they barely made the top ten. This middle-of-the-pack range was where Cami expected Allison's name announced. Allison did too, as was evidenced by her increasingly tight grip on Cami's hand. Cami did appreciate Allison's look today. Both girls wore almost too matchy pretty sundresses, low-heeled espadrilles, and braids. Cami felt she looked great for a semi-formal afternoon affair. Allison wearing the same signaled their Sisterhood and Allison's humility--she could have dressed like those girls who knew they would be called to the stage. Madame Fitzroy--ever theatrical--slowed the pace of her announcements, making some brief comments about the qualities that got a girl selected or the scheduled events at Cox between each name. Number 11, Jemma, was only the second named who hadn't dressed for the occasion, and the first completely overcome with excitement! After nearly twisting an ankle trying to run in kitten heels, she kicked them off to dash to the stage barefoot, squealing all way. Number 12 fainted in the aisle. That brief disruption and the increasingly emotional responses of those chosen turned some pockets of tension in the room into light hysteria. Cami was in the middle of one. Allison was quaking. Cami hugged her to try calm her down. She also reached for the hand of Mackenzie Rivers, to Cami's left, who was sobbing. There were more than nine girls dressed to the nines still sitting in the audience. Many of them would be watching the graduation ceremony both disappointed and embarrassed. Cami herself had relaxed after a few minutes of excitement. She remained confident Allison would be chosen, but knew she wouldn't if Allison was so very late selected. She couldn't dream of ranking half so well as Allison, and had exactly that actual dream many times. It required Allison place no worse than eighth, which was now far gone. "Fourteen, noted for her kindness to all, Miss Allison Wright!" Woo-hoo!!! Cami had to pry Allison's fingers from her own, and help her up. Allison pulled herself together to walk with quiet dignity to the lectern. There she was clearly hyperventilating. Cami thought she heard her name mentioned among the hushed and brief thanks. After Allison took her seat on stage Madame Fitzroy began a speech about valuing and promoting diversity. A bit of a crock, Cami thought. It was constantly preached at the school that the girls were "a minority." A fair point, but if so MPFS was a 100% minority institution--as undiverse as you can get! Racially it was as white as a loaf of Wonderbread soaking in a bucket of bleach. It became apparent that this was more an introduction than a speech. Perhaps the last named girls would be especially questioned by those angry at not making the cut, so a preemptive explanation was required? Seeing the direction this was going, Cami quickly counted in her mind who the minority for anything other than what she hid in her panties could be. Exactly five. One, Aisha, had already been selected. Among the rest, Janelle Robinson was clearly the choice. Janelle was very gracious but not so giddy as anyone chosen after the top ten. Cami could see why. Janelle was not an obvious pick, but Cami thought a deserving one in her own right. The well-meaning but hamfisted speech made her look like an "affirmative action" choice. The theme of the next speech was developing student maturity for their lives as women. Madame Fitzroy (with a slight nod to those already on stage) mentioned the many "beautiful and well-mannered" girls who entered last September, before noting it would be a poor school that catered to the best rather than lifting-up all students. This speech was much longer than the last. Cami noted some giggling in the audience. She glanced at Mackenzie, who was too absorbed in dabbing her tears to be paying any attention. Quite definitely the suppressed titters were coming after the repeated mentions of "maturity" and "growth" and "development." Oh my God, there were parents here! Cami's wouldn't ever attend a school event. Allison's, like many who didn't live locally, weren't coming to some awards ceremony preceding a graduation that wasn't their daughter's. But the day was well-attended by the families of graduates. Mount Pierce's 500 seat auditorium was over capacity--with more than 2/3rds being the girls' parents or adult family members. Cami couldn't quite believe that after the minor tragedy of the previous announcement this one would be a comedy. It's true that Mackenzie Rivers had blossomed from being extremely nervous and shy at the start of the school year. However she was best known, and envied, for her astonishing response to the school's Estrogen Therapy. She wasn't even in the top five for biggest tits in the class, but all year 1 girls who had breasts appropriate to their age and size had a significant head start before enrolling. In only nine months nobody but Mackenzie had grown anywhere near to B-cup. She'd given up the fight not to be called Maxi! Maxi clambered over Cami in her rush to the stage. One ouchy delivered to Cami's sensitive breast bud, and a barely avoided knee to the groin that could have been much more painful if Cami hadn't been exceptionally careful with arrangements down there today. The speech before the final spot focused on MPFS' femininity mission. Like the previous one it was a message of growth and improvement rather than simply the best--as all those were on stage already. Cami thought some looks were thrown her way. She tried to calculate who else was most-improved. She figured herself top three or four, but that it was likely to be Honeybear. "Therefore, for most improved in femininity, I am pleased to call Miss Honey Baer... and Miss Cami Lutz as alternate. Please, a round of applause for Mount Pierce's Sweet Seventeen of 2002!" Cami felt tears welling up. She couldn't stand. She'd worked hard for this but didn't expect it. She was unprepared for how much this opportunity would mean to her. Alternate-schmalternate. Most of what she knew about SemSem was from last year's alternate, Lisette Ohno, who'd told her one alternate was never enough, as there were always some drop- outs. So this year Cami would be the one with the asterisk engraved on the marble paving stone on Seventeen Walk. Forget about the honor, it's the trip that matters! She wasn't known in school as "a crier"--though this being relative in an environment where more than a hundred girls are undergoing second puberty. It was the first time she'd cried in at least three days. Few seated around her knew who she was, so in the crowd standing to applaud the others hardly noticed the one girl sitting. She didn't even know if she was expected on stage until the crowd dispersed enough for her to see both Allison and Maxi waving her up. With the crowd heading for the exits the girl with a river of tears streaming down her face had to fight through to join her Sister. ============================================= All was a shocking blur when Cami reached the stage. There wasn't much of an audience left, but the Sweet Seventeen were still excitedly milling about. Allison hugged her, and Aisha, and a girl she was too numb to remember, and Honeybear, with an unignorable hardness poking her dress. The first thing relieving her daze was seeing Maxi blow her nose. Maxi was still crying with mascara run and red streaks all down her face, but seeing Cami she laughed and pointed--as if to say "you think I look bad, you should see yourself!" All the animated chatter was too much to take in, and almost too much to bear. Madame Fitzroy offered formal congratulations and an equally stiff kiss on the cheek. But also the prize makeup kit! Cami hadn't had time to think if an alternate would get one, but her heart was set on it second only to making the trip! Regardless of all the expensive makeup in it Cami couldn't get over the sassiness of this little red retro suitcase! When Madame clapped her hands, called "fifty-eight minutes," and told the girls to form a line, Cami felt a bit more confident simply carrying the same case as the other girls. Time was of the essence. Guests and graduates were enjoying refreshments on the lawn, but the Sweet Seventeen had to be paraded one more time, right before the graduation ceremony. Before that all eighteen girls had to be measured for summer uniform, while allowing time for a change of clothes or plainly necessary reapplication of makeup. When they lined-up outside the auditorium's green room Madame reordered the line, and Cami was third. Not an honor, this. Clearly the girls near the front were the wrecks who'd need more time to put themselves together. Inside the green room it was no-nonsense efficiency. Two Mesdames taking measurements, Maxi redressing, Zsusza (the girl who fainted) being measured, and Cami told to quickly strip to her panties to be next. The Estrogen Therapy Program kept voluminous data on the measurements of every girl in it (which all here were). But the Mesdames thought six week old measurements for a rapidly developing group were not good enough for uniforms that had to be a perfect tight fit. Once Cami was done--happy to have a half-inch bust and hip increase, combined with quarter inch waist and neck reduction in so short a period--she waited for Allison, only two behind her in line. They ran hand-in-hand to their room. Thirty-ish minutes left, but they'd decided on the way not to change, other than switching to their sexiest heels. Cami had major makeup issues requiring a complete do-over, but nothing too heavy for afternoon, and she'd become very speedy with light summer looks. There was still a little time to spare, and they both needed to take a breath and relieve the incredible stress of the day. Cami pushed Allison on her bed the second the door shut behind them. She burrowed under Allison's sundress and fished in two sets of panties to reach her goal. Cami wasn't going to let this most memorable day end without doing her favorite thing. Allison objected about the time, but her stiffness on Cami's lips wasn't saying no as she raised her knees and spread her legs. Attentive to the need to finish quickly, Cami pressed a spit-slickened finger at Allie's rosebud, and lightly entered her. Cami had no trouble keeping up while stroking herself, as all her thoughts were doing this to a boy--or many--in a couple of weeks! After she and Allison had changed their shoes and found fresh matching panties, Cami washed her face and flipped the lid on her extravagant new makeup box. So many colors, so fancy and more mature than her usual palette! No time to play with it. She had to do what she was quick at. At the end though, she reached for the brightest reds in the box. Allison couldn't wait any longer to rejoin the Sweet Seventeen on stage. Cami reasoned she could follow a few minutes later, or perhaps, as *the fucking alternate*, wouldn't be missed at all. Cami overdrew the most vivid lipliner she could find, before filling-in matching lipstick. Perhaps too much with her current light makeup, but she did really like this bold look! While she puckered to admire her brilliant lips her only thought was that, though last chosen at the start of Summer, she would be the top prize-winning slut by the end! The second day after Male Mgmt. session presented lots of males to manage. That class always ends a little early, allowing the girls to freshen-up before heading to their regular Cox classes. The school Summer satchel with embossed MPFS on it is adorable! But only that--it's satchel styling in white-piped and strapped pink patent is really a school-themed purse. To fit a standard sized textbook would require standing it on end and leaving the satchel's flap open. A girl would need at least four of these slung around her. Her other option is the standard MPFS backpack.