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I write my sister: \n\n//Dear Sister, \nGreatuncle Earnest has give us good advise twice now in our fight against the Red danger. \nI trust him, and I think that you should do so, too.// \n\nDo I make a little joke? I cannot resist and add a really nice joke about blondes. True blondes. \n[img[blonde]]\nShe needs something to laugh, I guess.\n- [[I tell her to get Greatuncle Earnest to marry her now that she is a widow.|3wed1][$sister -= 15]]\n- [[I -jokingly- tell her to entice Greatuncle Earnest with her feminine viles to get more help.|3wed1][$sister -= 20]]\n- [[I tell her: no insult meant, just admiring her for her ALL blonde hair.|3wed1][$sister -= 5]]
I can. I could. But if I do this is \nTHE END\nof my time in this town and at this school. \nMaybe a good idea, mind...\n\nBut if I do not want to leave I have to go\n<<back>>
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your third week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 3; $charpic to 3, $jan to 1; $fitness to 5>>\nWe dress in our silly school uniforms: we have survived a second week in this boarding school, [[we will survive the rest.|3mon2][$fellow += 1]]
After dinner -cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins- we are issued dancing attires again: dresses, high heels and jewelry. \nJewelry consists of three rings and a necklace for the others. One rings for the finger -the MIDDLE finger, this is no wedding band- and two for the nips. <<set $charpic to 21>>\nI do not get the nip rings. The headmistress shrugs: "//You are lactating. No need to check that any more.//" \n\nThe others stare at her. She laughs: "//What did you think? That only one of you would lactate? Miss Areola Alps is the first, you will all get there. Now get to your socalising events, my dears: meet and dance for the main group, diner for the select group. Like last week.//" \n\n[<img[maskedgroup]]I am part of the 'select group': we are taken to the countryside restaurant again, and the oily salesagent from Wholesome & Son welcomes us once more. \n"//Welcome, girls! I know that you are no whores, but chaste young ladies. That is why you will be wearing masks tonight. And heels. You will show your bare tits, your bare asses and your bare pussies. But in secret since you will be wearing masks. \nDinner will be served in private rooms without public access. But there will be a lot of pricate access: you are putting out tonight, mademoiselles. \nGet to the changing room over there: put on your masks and loose everything else. Now.//" \n\nWhat the...\n\nGreatuncle Earnest comes out of the restaurant and takes me to the side: "//My dear great-niece: please understand that I do not approve of such rude words. But would your dear sister approve of you if you were to be involved in a scandal? We need to make the best out of this situation: go change. Unless any of you really IS chaste and a virgin. Time to work for your upkeep, little dear. I look forward to our evening together.//" \nThat is ...well, [[at least no one will SEE us doing this.|8fri4]]
We are woken up by the evil headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Friday of your eighth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a swimming in the lake and shower afterwards. \nThis is the third of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code. \nYou will be issued dancing attires for tonight's Dance And Socializing only. The weekend will be an integral part of the body awareness weeks.//" \n\nWe hurry to the hall bare-assed and tits out, but when I see the fat cook I just turn on my heels, run to the toilet, purge my system and get to my medic. \nMy medic checks my bongos. Then she smiles: "//Round three, my dear. I think you are ready.//" \nWhen she starts the infernal device something ...happens. \nI wail ...somewhat like when that huge man put his HUGE DONG into me...\n\n[<img[leak]]But my medice ruffles my hair and stops the machine: "//There you are.//" She puts the cups off my abused boobs and...\n\n...I leak. \nMy BOOBS leak...\n\nMy medic pats me on the shoulder: "//You have milk, dear.//" \n\nI stare at her, but she puts an arm around my shoulder: "//I told you that mammae are not for men only, right? These are our milk ducts, and when a healthy young person like you is given a lot of milk and quite a lot of breast-enhancers ...well: then you need milking or your breasts will eventually explode.//" \nShe puts the suction head back onto my boobs: "//This SHOULD really ease the pressure, dear. This way or that, this is necessary for your well being. I will have your milk tested, and if you are as healthy as you look you will help a poor mother with tiny titties who cannot breastfeed her baby. This is a gift, dear: and you are doing great.//" \n[[This is totally weird, and I do NOT like it!|8fri2]]\n\n\n
[img[orgy]]\nOur "special internship" is not Saturday Night only: we spend sunday on the same mat, but with different dicks in our holes and other balls getting emptied into our faces and over our tits. <<set $charpic to 16; $titcumshot += 15; $blow += 20; $facial += 20; $anal += 10; $vaginal += 20; $creampie += 20; $whore += 30>>\n\nWhen we get bussed back we all go to the showers: [[what a shitty life!|10Mon1]]
<<if $asshole eq 1>>The remaining Sunday is mostly subdued: but I cannot avoid the two assholes and get fucked by both of them: twice each. <<set $creampie += 2; $shame += 5; $vaginal += 2; $anal += 2; $asscumshot += 2>>\nThey have lots of standing power and [[VERY full balls ...before they fill me up both ways.|5mon1]] <<else>>My German teacher talks to me: to all her deflowered students. In private. She tells me: "//Here is what I have told my own daughters when they had sex the first time.//" She shrugs: "//I am not afraid of our headmaster, but I do not like the other word. \nYou ARE a beautiful flower, and a pierced hymen does not change that. A hymen is the protection that helps young girls to grow up without hurting their inner organs. No more, no less.//" She pats me on the shoulder: "//That said: you need to work on two matters. Urgently. First of all: your self esteem and definition of self-worth. Second: your world view. Now that you have 'become a woman' in the old, ugly sense of the word you really should become an adult and face this modern world with all the power of will, intelligence and independence that you can muster ...or develop. \nIn your case chances are less bad than in some others. You do have a brain: use it!//" \n\nWhen she is gone my medic is next. She hugs me: "//I have heard what your teacher has told you. Other than knowing nothing about the dark side of reality she is a good woman and not entirely wrong. But of course matters are a little more complicated for you and the others. \nI am a little confused myself: I thought that the headmistress and the others serve the Mother Of A Thousand Young and want to make women out of men to show their mistress' superiority. But if that was the case, they would not care this way or that for your virginity: followers of the Mother LIKE sex. And castrations, but everyone has pecularities. You will probably not see your missing fellows' dicks ever again, even if you meet the fellows.\nNow this bunch lies a lot and seems to be infighting a lot: that history teacher is trying to overthrow the headmistress, I guess. They may be worshippers of the Green Flame or Earth Toad or whomever, of course: but large scale High End magics AND lying... not a good sign.//" \n\nI blink: What?!\n\nMy medic ruffles my hair: "//You are more than a used pussy, dear: and I have given you the Liber Ivonis. Read it and you will understand what I have just told you.//" \n\nShe hands me the tome, and I start reading with a new urgency: [[this sounds REALLY important for me now.|5mon1][$insight += 2; $will += 1]]<<endif>>
[<img[sash]]The bitch is also one of the early starters, and her bust is little smaller than mine. She also has, well: a fat ass. \n\nI walk over and turn her around: a dance move, and thanks to my torurous training I am good at these. \n\nI slap her cheeks: "I name this fine fellow MISS SAGGY BOTTOM!\n I put that to vote: do I see ten 'yay' vots or a qualified 'nay' mayority? Give me the 'yay' vote!" \nThe drones reflexively raise their arms and say "//Yay!//" \nThe eavesdropping bitch squeezes me tits: "//We have a winner: our year's MISS SAGGY BOTTOM!//" \n\nI whisper into her ear: "If you fat-assed tramp have nothing better to do than start a fight: you can get that, bitch." \nI grab her hand and raise both our arms: [[our fat tits bounce.|7tues4]]
[<img[sash]]Well, I try. My trainer catches my arm: "//No hitting. This is stupid enough as it is: do not make it worse. Do you really need infighting?//" She steps closer to me and whispers into my ear: "//And who do you think gets the blame if you hit her after she did something MEAN to you, you idiot brat?//" \n\nI force a smile and nod: "Sorry. I call a vote to assign no further titles. 10 Yays or a qualified mayority of Nays. Say Yay! ...if you agree." \n\nThe drones raise their hands and say: "//Yay.//" So do most of my classmates. Those are my fellows. \nThe others are NOT. That was a bitch-move: we really do NOT need any infighting. \n\nI smile at my trainer and say into //her// ear: "Thank you." \n\nHer partner slaps make naked ass: "//That is my girl.//" \n\nI stare at her, then I shrug: what the hell do I care in all this shit that they do not like men? [[My fat tits bounce.|7tues4]]
[<img[sash]]I raise an eyebrow. \n\nSteph and Andrea walk over to me and stand by my side. Others follow, but some side with the vote-caller. \n\nShit: we have a split in the ranks. \nThat can be fatal when facing an enemy.\n\nBut what can ''I'' do? \nI shrug, and [[my fat tits bounce.|7tues4]]
[<img[sash]]I smile at her and address my fellows: "Thank you for this honour. Truth to be told: since we are all butt-naked, there is literally no hiding it. \nUnless one of you has a growth-spurt my boobs are the biggest in our year. \nThat makes me -in the hallowed tradition of our forebears- Miss Areola Alps. \nMine are the highest peaks."\n\nI curtsy, and my fellows applaud: the drones belatedly when everyone does. \n\nI raise my hand: "But do we really need the other contests? \nMiss Saggy Bottom ... Miss Bush ... Miss Tight ... Miss Gape ... Miss Backdoor ... Miss Blow ...all these were given to snotty girls from ANOTHER school. In secret, because these were jokes, not declarations of war. Why don't just let matters rest?" \n\nAndrea and Stephie raise their hands: "Yay."\nThe dornes copy the move, and most of our class do, too. \n\nThe bitch shakes her head: she wants to go after other fellows, too. Shit. We have a split in the ranks. \nWell, that is bad, but we need to deal with it later. \n\nI curtsy again and present my bust. They wolf-whistle. \n[[My fat tits bounce when I stand up again.|7tues4]]
When she had her baby and narrowly, very narrowly avoided having a bastard by marrying an old (somewhat gay) man who needed a child and a young wife to show off our parents cut their ties to their wanton daughter. Mine, too: I had to stand with my parents in this, of course. \n\n[>img[sanal]]I have occasionally visited when she was alone, or thought she was alone: I know that she HATES anal sex because I have walked in on her with her husband inside her asshole. A man should never have to watch his sister naked, with her wide-after-birth pussy in the air and a dick in her asshole. \nThat is unseemly, and I think she was hurting. Maybe she really is stupid and never, well: oiled her backdoor. Women are supposed to know such little tricks to make their lives easier, right? \n\nAnyhow, my brother in law must have snitched on my visits: my parents send me to my sister when the assfucker dies. \nMy mother is quite to the point: "//Times are hard with the Reds in government: the family needs a little lift-up, and the tramp is the heiress of the ass-man. Go wiggle inside her good graces and make sure she does not forget what she owes her family!//" \n\nMy sister like flowers, and she is a little hard-pressed with baby care and seeing to her late husband's pub. \n- [[I give her some flowers.|g8][$sister -= 1]]\n- [[I offer to babysit my nephew.|g8][$sister += 1]]
[>img[mcg]]After joy, sorrow: the evil Red headmistress manages to convince the school authorities that our protest shows that we are "out of control"! <<set $charpic to 1>>\nThe district governour writes to all parents and us, since we are in our last year and adults. The tone is not entirely rude, but the message is clear: there will be no boy school in this school district come next school year. \n\nThe lower years gulp and surrender, the traitors. We admonish them, but they tell us: "//We need to life with this administration! How can we fight the government?!//" \nWell, that is not our way. We have to admit THAT. But our traditions! \n\nWe ask our elders at the Riflemen Reenactors Guild: that is why one has elders, after all! We support them, they counsel us. That is how it has always been and must always be. \nOne of them, my very own greatuncle, offers us some helpful advice: "//You guys have already started preparations for your a-levels. Thanksfully you have large classes since you have all made the same choices, too. That means it would endanger your graduation if your classes and courses are dissolved and they cannot offer you the same classes in a mixed group. Argue that, and maybe the district governour will let you pass: if only not to let the Reds win all.//" \n\nIt saddens my heart that the lower years will be bereft of good education, but at least we can finish school in a seemly way: if this works. \nWe thank him and write the petition. Our district governour has no love for the Reds himself, after all. \n\nI have to face more troubles in the meantime: [[my sister is being bitchy.|g7]]
Mike's father owns several flats around town. Mike leads us to one of them. He smirks when a girl buzzes us the door: "//You guys will like this: I have been here on my birthday, with other gals. This is a sort of waystation to see how things work out with the gals.//" \nGals? \n\n[>img[hooka1]]Gals. Naked gals of rentable virtue and naked charms. They line up on a couch and show us their bare asses, as the dresscode on the wall demands: \nNo Leashes For The Puppies, No Lid For The Slit. \n\nMike slaps one of the naked bums: "//I call dips! This is my girl of the hour!//" She giggles and takes him by the hand: they walk to one of the rooms. \n\nTom grabs the hand of the naked gal next to her and follows: "//Let's tagteam the whores!//" \n\n[>img[dresscode]]Well... \n\nSteve shakes his head and smiles to the remaining two hookers: "//Pleasure to meet you, girls.//" One of them giggles and waves at us, one nods. They are both wearing some sort of metal ornament on their naked boobs. Strange, but since that is the only thing that they wear... \n\n- [[I want the giggling whore.|g5a][$standing += 1]] \n- [[I want the other hooker.|g5b][$standing += 1]]\n- [[I do not want to fuck a whore!|g5c][$shame += 1]]
[>img[et margot]]We finally get a new headmaster after the election: but it is no distinguished gentleman teacher. It is a political appointment, a union member and staunch Red party member washed up by the catastrophical election. \n\nShe tells the school: "//From this year on onward we are a mixed school. Some of you will switch to other grammar schools, and the other grammar school in town -other than the private girl school- will send female pupils to this school.//" \n\nOf course we protest, and threaten to sue her: our way of life, our education and our traditons are in acute danger! \n\n- [[I stand up to the evil woman, right in front of the assembly!|g3a][$will += 1]]\n- [[My fellow stands up to the evil woman, right in front of the assembly and I support him!|g3a][$standing += 1]] \n- [[I give in to the evil Reds...|g3b]]
[>img[bismarck]]My childhood was happy and secure, but a week before my 18th birthday a great calamity strikes me and my family in a threefold way: the mayor of our lovely town and my brother in law die during sex. That would be reason not to re-elect the mayor, but nothing else: if only they had been discrete about their choices and if there had been more women involved. <<set $sidebar to 2; $charpic to 1; $fellows to 1>>\nBut the mayor has an infarct while he is inside my brother in law who is inside the mayor's secretary (wrong hole, it is said) when a reporter walks in on them, with a cameraman. \n\nThe mayor and my brother in law (the town treasurer) have not only been sharing the secretary, but also certain blue pills: they are standing in line behind the secretary when their photo is taken, and only the secretary survives the shock. Both old men have a fatal heart attack. \nThe Reds -that are already ruling the state with an iron fist and the Green Party- abuse the picture of this momentary weakness and win the elections in a landslide. \n\nWith one ill-timed photo \n-my hometown is [[ruled by the Reds]], \n- my sister is a [[widow of ill respute]] \n- and my graduation is [[in danger]]. \n\n[[What a terrible fate!|g2]]
[>img[wantoncove]]"Wanton Cove" is a modern classic by G. Keeper: a mix of detective noir story and horror motives that could be written by the great master of the genre, H.P.Lovecraft himself. \n\nThe intrepid hero has to face loniness, the unknown and the degeneration of an isolist village: quite possible with an elitist/sect-like structure. \n\nCoolness meets crime and horror. \n\n- [[I want that!|2sun2][$play to 1]] \n- [[Maybe. I will look at the other plays first, though.|2sun1]]
A week passes with a nervous time at school -they have not destroyed our way of life yet- clerk work for my sister and marching with my fellows: we must make a good impression on the Riflemen Reenactors' Guild, now more than ever. \n\n[>img[shield]]I am getting used to seeing my sisters leaking teats, and I learn more about whores from Mike when I ask about the ring that the whores wear in that flat. \nMike winks and slaps Tom on the shoulder: "//The rings?! They are ...marketing tools. My father rings his new gals until they are proven, unless they come with exeptional references. This flat is for little whores that are test-driven until my father is sure they make good club girls. Some of them are prude or pregnant or whatever: useless to a businessman.//" \n\nTom laughs like a mule -all fellows have their pecularities- and when he hears //that// he goes into Full Mule Mode. I shrug and walk away: maybe my sister knows about such rings. She is a woman, after all. \n\nWhen I visit her the next day...\n- [[I ask her about the rings.|g9a][$sister += 1; $standing -= 1]]\n- [[I cannot ask a married woman about hooker-wear!|g10]]
[>img[lact]]My sister's asshole and pussy are thankfully covered when I visit: I have not so much luck with her udders. She is leaking milk, for goodness sake! Disgusting. \n\nI may have stared at the ugly scene, because she almost kicks me out: I only manage to talk to her by helping with some paperwork.\n"//Do NOT read the bloody letters, do NOT comment and do NOT explain shit to me! Just file the letters by letterhead and date. Can you do that? My stupid shit of a dead husband could not! Men!//" \nOf course I can do that, paperwork calms my wounded heart. If only she would cover her teats...\n\nA couple of hours later she kicks me out: "//I need to open the pub now. I have a nanny for the nights, so do not bother to offer me help. Not that you would: but you also cannot see after a baby. Unless you can change diaper, that is. Can you?//" \n\nI frown: of course NOT! I am a man! I //make// babies, I do not change them! Maybe that is not the best thing to say, though. "Shall I come back next week or so?" \n\nMy sister frowns: "//You can actually read and sort letters. Come back after school tomorrow. Mom told her neighbour who told her friend who told her aunt who told her shopkeeper who told me that you are going to wiggle yourself into my good graces. So here is how you do that: help me with the bloody paperwork. You are not too stupid for that, I guess, and I have so much to do. In turn I will help you with some similar low effort support in the future. \nBeing friends is not really an option after you watched our parents kick me out, little brother.//" \n[[She is like totally rude!|g9]]
[>img[mutter courage]]Our reading in German Literture is Brecht's Mutter Courage. Brecht may have a point now and then, but he was a sick puppy. All his people are bent and/or broken. \nWhat is a good story without true heroes?! Just depressing and all that. \nBut by now -the man wrote half a century ago!- our cultural elite has completely embraced Brecht, and he is the new mainstream. Serves him right! He is probably rotating in his graves since he HATED the mainstream. Hah!\n\nThis teacher is good and knows her job: she does not start discussions that get out of control, and she handles some more aggressive guys with skill and ease. \nI like her. \n\nWell, that will be the first four lessons every school day: a history and a literature double, one right after the other. \n\nWe have a break and proceed to math -boring- and social studies. That subject actually does not get worse when taught by a feminist. But then the sex of the math teachers seems to make no difference, either: no math teacher can explain anything. \n[[Time for lunch.|1stwm3]]
[>img[hall]]Lunch is vegetarian again: with a milkshake and our vitamins. I do not like all that rice, either! Why is there rice with every lunch? What is wrong about potatoes?\n\nAfter lunch we get time to study in the library: we cannot do homework in a boarding school, can we? Therefore we get "study time" instead. \n\nHomework means that one can get family support: well, the weak pupils can do that, or buy tutoring. In here we cannot rely on the traditional ressources, family and money: we can only help each other, if we really want to try. \n\nTwo of my fellows take a relaxed apporach to their studies, while my sporty fellow does some studying. \n\nI can take either approach: or study hard. One of our math nerds needs some help with German and sociology. I could help him in return for math tutoring.\n\n- [[I play it cool and relax during the off time.|1stwm4][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]]\n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|1stwm4][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|1stwm4][$standing -= 1; $learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]\n\n[Rule hint: this is where fatigue set in. Loose 1 fatigue for slacking, 2 for doing what is required and 3 for making an effort.]\n
First class: history. We read a letter from a worker, a socialist functionary from the 19th century, to his sister: also a worker. She has been raped and tries to raise hell. \n[>img[bread]]Her brother tells her in a letter: //This is like cutting a slice off a loaf of bread: since the loaf had been cut before, there is no real difference.//"* \n\nWe engage in a lively discussion of virginity, it's social and moral values and the right of self determination. Mainly it is us against the teacher. Some of the guys tend to think that all gals put out sooner or later: that is just a matter of getting the best offer for spreading their legs. Others want to differentiate between good girls and tramps: the brother obviously knows that his sister was no virgin before. \n\nMy own sister was certainly no virgin when my late brother in law started to fuck her ass, but if I had known HOW he did that I would have kicked his balls in. Why is the bastard in that letter betraying his sister? A man has to protect his family! But what I think has nothing to do with what I tell that arrogant teacher with her mile wide streak of superiority. In class...\n\n- [[I agree that all women really WANT sex, whatever they pretend to.|1stwm2]]\n- [[I tell my teacher that if a girl falls from grace, well ...that's her problem, really.|1stwm2]]\n- [[I tell my classmates that fucking without asking is shitty no matter what.|1stwm2]]\n\n\n...\n[*That letter is real. I have read it in my own history class. History is only glorious if you do not read the small print.
[>img[beach]]We are called to the hall after the medchecks, and the headmistress tells us: "//There is good news! First of all: the lake what has been checked. It is healthy to swim there. \nTherefore you can have swimming lessons during your body awareness weeks: this is a lonely beach, and most of you like nudist bathing. We know that from your questionaires. \nOut with you, girls! Time to swim!//" \n\nThe butches make us swim in the cold water. My nipples and my knees hurt. I hate them. \n\nAfter a warm shower we parade naked into the hall again: for cheese sandwiches with vitamins and milk. \n\nThen we have to play stupid boardgames all evening, in the hall. [[Boring.|gsat1]]
I am not a fan of aerobic. My sister has once told me: "//Aerobic is Yoga on speed//". \nThat does not help much since I do not like yoga, either! After a couple of hours we are all utterly tired. \n[img[aerobic]]\nAfterwards we go to the showers, a place where we can talk, safe from the oversight of our watchers. That is the flaw in their scheme: since they are ALL women, we are secure in the showers and the changing rooms. \n<<set $sports += 1; $standing += 1; $fitness -= 2>>\nThe others are holding up quite well, too. Some are less than happy with the courses that we all have to take, but there is nothing wrong with history and German literature: these subject were parts of the A-levels for centuries, after all. Basically since the middle-ages. We will make sure they get prepped well, and all will be good. \n\nI am not the only one with overstretched muscles that I never knew I had. In fact the muscles //under my privates// hurt! [[I am not telling anyone THAT, of course.|1stwm5]]\n\n\n\n[Sports also cost fitness points: 1 for taking it easy, 2 for engaging in the sport. A fitness of "0" means: no evening activity. Those, by the way, enhance the group bond with the fellows.]
After dinner we get an evening off. My fellows get rid of their fakes for the night: but I cannot do that. \n\n[>img[straws]]Mike has us draw straws: "//We need one fellow ready to answer if there is a surprise check in the night: one of us has to keep wearing the plastic tits. We will draw straws every week, and the looser takes one -well: twOO, really- for the team.//" \n\nThat makes sense: if we can present teachers at any time with one of us -complete with the fakes- that one should be able to stop them from entering. Our poor little egos would not stand a WOMAN in our midst, after all! \n\nThis week I am the fellow with the boobs: someone has to do it and next week. I will sleep easier while someone else takes that duty. The bloody gel sacks weight a ton. \n\nBut this way I also do not have to worry about allergic swelling: [[nobody will see my chest.|1tuesday1]]
I dress up for the dancing: without nylons. We will get new ones next week, we are told. If THESE tear, it will be because I kick a big, oversized man in his huge pairy of hairy... These nylons WILL NOT TEAR. Nor will anyhting untowards happen today. \n<<set $charpic to 13; $sidebar to 5; $shame += 2>>\n[>img[mng]]The refugees are again //happy// to see us, and it shows: a lot. \nI frown and tell my "dance" partner: "We are staying IN HERE during the socialising. No discussion." \n\nHe grins at me and welcomes me like always, with hungry eyes, big ...hands. Fast hands were no man wants another man's hand! Eeeks! I am a little slower to pull my "partner's" hands UP again since these rings and the swinging fakes make my eyes water while his hand are all over me again: on the dance floor!! \nI bloody hate it and blush a lot. \n\nHe whispers into my ear: "//TTu as vraiment l'air sexy, petite salope ! Et beaucoup plus joli : je suppose qu'il faut vraiment s'habituer à vous vaches pâles. Je suppose que vous êtes vraiment désireux de vous faire défoncer le trou du cul.\nAujourd'hui tu l'as dans le cul, bébé : comme prévu. Je te promets que tu ne t'assiéras plus jamais de la même façon, petite salope: je vais t'ouvrir GRANDE porte dérobée !\nAprès ce soir, avoir une bite dans ton trou du cul ne te fera plus jamais mal : pas comme cette fois.\nBonne nouvelle: Aujourd'hui, nous avons à nouveau la chambre avec l'évier. J'essaierai d'avoir un matelas pour la semaine prochaine: mais te défoncer le cul est probablement plus facile pour toi si tu te lèves et que tu te penches en avant, petite salope.//" \n\nI cannot cause a ruckus or they will drug me into obidience, too: I must get free to save the others. In time. Now I smile and nod as if I understood any of [[that|3frfrench1]]. That always seems to work, and he looks happy this time, too. [[He even eases up on the groping some.|3friprom1]]
[>img[ruhe]]In our history lesson we start learning more about the most important time in history: the Napoleonic Wars. The period when our riflemen's fair was founded. And a tyrant overcome and all that. \n\nThe wicked teacher tries to tell us lies, but we know our history and show her texts from our history book to prover her wrong. Hah! \n\nIt was NOT the king who said: "Calm is a citizen's foremost duty"! It was a the mayor of Berlin, a citizen! One of ours!\n\n[[We are the backbone of society, not the workers or the prissy nobles!|3mon3]]
We talk about 'white lies' in German with a new assistant teacher: the little untruth that someone may tell to avoid doing more harm than good. She calls us racists. We need a moment to realize that she is talking about the "white" in 'white lies'. \n\nThen we laugh: "First of all: Africans are not black. Some are tanned, some are brown skinned in various colours." \n//I happen to know that way too close, but that is neither here nor there. No need to mention THAT.// \n"Second, race has nothing to do with light and darkness, white and black. That is nonsense: if you believe otherwise you have never met my greataunt. Her skin is pale and her heart is black." \n\nOur German teacher intervenes: "//There are no human races, in fact. We are a species with sub-species.//" She turns to the assistant teacher: "//These young people are no racists. Some are xenophobes, but if they accept anyone they do not care at all about the colour of his or her skin. That does not mean that they are free of stereotypical thinking, but according to Jung no one is. Shall we get back to the question of moral -or not- falsehoods?//" \n\nMath and Social Studies are easy to follow today, and the new assistant teacher is not trying to call us any more names. \n\nLunch is vegetable broth: abominable, but the milkshakes and the vitamins sustain us. \n\nThen we have more study time: \n- [[Time to relax!|3mon4][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]] \n- [[Study some, relax some: balance is important.|3mon4][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|3mon4][$standing -= 1; $learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]\n
Aerobics are hard and exhausting, but I am slowly getting a grip on these bloody high heels. I think I do. \n[img[aerobic]]\nAt dinner some of us get additional pills with our vitamins: I am not among them. I take a fast survey: they are the most open and angry ones. I take a side tour to my medic's room and ask her about that. <<set $fitness -= 2>>\n\nShe frowns: "//I have been offered mood enhancing medication for some of you, but I have advocated strongly against that. You need clear heads in my opinion. I cannot speak for patients of the others, but none of mine needs psychopharmaca. If you get new pills, talk to me first: there may be a mistake.//" \n\nI smile and go to bed in the secure knowledge that [[my medic will watch out for me.|3tues1]]
[>img[mcg]]The Reds -accursed beasts that they are- hate our way of life, our traditions and our orderly ways. \n\nMost of all they hate the Riflemen Enactors Guilds and the Fair -they are not invited, of course- but next on their distgustic agenda is the abolishment of Boy Schools and Girl Schools: they want everyone to go to the same school! \n\nBoys with girls and o-level idiots with us a-level grammar school pupils! Of course the Grammar Schools will always stand proud -we have survived Napolean and the French Revolution!- but most people have come to betray our boy school system: there is only one left in our school district, and the Reds want to ruin that: such is their vile degenerate way. \n\nWe must not give in! [[We must resist!|g1]]
[>img[mng]]"//You look positively hot, little slut! And much prettier: I guess one really needs to get used to you pale cows. I guess you are really keen to get your asshole drilled wide open. \n\nToday you get it in the ass, babe: just like planned. I promise you that you will never sit down the same way again, little slut: I shall tear your backdoor WIDE open! \nAfter tonight getting a dick in your asshole will never hurt again: not like this time.\n\nGood news: Today we have the room with the sink again. \nI will try to get a mattress for next week: but drilling your ass wide open is probably easier for you if you stand and bend over, little slut..//"\n<<back>>
The giggling whore winks at Steve and hugs me: "//If you do not want to fuck, tag along. I will moan and you can pretend to be the wildest stallion of them all. Come on, big guy! The others are watching: and they are not shy around their piece of ass...//" She pecks me on the cheek. I laugh and follow her into a side room: neither Steve nor I need to do a foursome. \n\nMy whore grins: "//Get naked, big man!//" \n\n[>img[condom]]The two whores with Mike and Tom start to moan in rhythm with the clapping sounds of balls against pussies, and I am hard as iron when my whore puts a condom on my penis. <<set $charpic to 2; $mvaginal += 1>>\n\nI mount her from behind -she is guiding me inside with a discrete, skilled hand- and she starts to moan in chorus with the other two whores. \n\nSteve's hooker is not in rhythm, but I have no time for her: I am busy, very very busy with riding my first canter. \nOh, Oh, ohohohoh ...Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! \n\nMy whore smiles and takes the condom off with a paper towel: "//Well done, Sir Lancelot!//" She whipes my dick clean and gives me a peck on the head: "//That was great, fucker!//" \n\nI beam at her. Steve's hooker squeaks for a while longer, but Mike and Tom are finished, too. We are happy and proud when we leave: [[this is the good life!|g6]]
[>img[shy]]Maybe this was not the greatest choice: she takes me to her room, but in there she just lies on the bed and looks away. \n\nMy. This is not great, really. The other whores are all moaning and fucking and sucking: the sounds are very audible everywhere. \n\n- Well, maybe it's not her best day, or maybe she needs to find another job: [[I sit next to her and do some conversation.|g5e]]\n\n- Cool: she lies there, legs spread: but she is not putting a condom on my dick. [[She is letting me ride bareback!|g5d]]
[>img[pool party]]We have a great party: but what about party games? We could use the indoor swimming pool... \nMy late brother in law was rich and there is one in the house. Of course we would not want to see the girls //dressed// in the pool: if we take them to the pool they go naked. \n\nMike and Tom are heading there with their girls, Steve is looking for more privacy. But I can invite ALL the girls to the pool...\n- [[Go for a naked swim.|g26a][$flirt -= 1]]\n<<if $flirt gte 3>>- [[Look for some privacy.|g26f]] <<else>>- [[Let me girl go: she is not looking for privacy.|g27]] <<endif>>
[>img[lact]]My parents are busy with other urgent problems, but they support me: "//Do that, son. If you feel you need to do that, you have our support.//" \n\nMy sister is less helpful: "//That is the most stupid idea that I have EVER heard of, including that fucker asking me whether I want to have some fun with him.//" She points at her baby in case I do not realize what fucker she is talking about: the baby daddy. "//Why on earth would you want to go to a boarding school? What is that all about? You have been in a boy school for 12 years, and college will be mixed. What is the problem with finishing school here?//" \n\nI roll my eyes: our traditions! Our way of life! Mabye a girl -woman, she has a baby- cannot understand this: but a man must fight for his way of living.\n\n- There is only one thing more important: [[family.|g22a][$sister += 10]]\n- [[Nothing else is that important.|g23]]\n
[>img[cream]]We get brochures from Wholesome & Son, the pharmaceutical group: and so do our parents. Greatuncle Earnest even owns some stock of Wholsesome & Son -nothing special, he says- and tells us that they are sound and safe: both as an investment and a manufacturer. \n\nAll of us -and our families- are united against the evil Red feminists: we will see this through and prove that our way of living will persevere. \n\nSome of our teachers are willing to come with us -half a year is a long time- some choose to stay in town. Among the teachers we are happy to have are our German teacher and our sociology teacher. \nOur history teacher and the gymnastic butches are unwelcome, and some -like our math teacher- are a surprise. \nMaybe the chance to spend half a year away from home, all expenses paid, is interesting not only for pupils in their last year at school. \n\nWe finish Decembre in the annex, wearing our uniforms and using some depilatory creams. They work: we loose all hair on our arms and legs. Also on our chests: for whatever reason that has also become mandatory. \nWhatever: I never had that much hair there anyhow. [[That will come later.|g24]]
[>img[wblow]]In the end she blows my dick ...AND mouthes off about getting cum in the face! <<set $charpic to 2; $mblow += 1; $mfacial += 1>>\n\nI shrug and tell her that with some professional skills and a LITTLE effort I would have cum into the condom that she did not give me. \n\nAs if putting a condom on is the job of the client, not the whore! Really! \n\n[[She can be happy that I did not spray between her other lips!|g6]]
[>img[lilly]]She does not like the sex, she does not like the creampie... Bah, if she does not want this she needs to get another job! <<set $charpic to 2; $mvaginal += 1; $mcreampie += 1>>\n\nI get into rhythm with the others: brothel flats like this one have no airtight accustics; I can HEAR the others as they slap their balls against the asses of their naked whores, and the moans of the whores: and my own balls slap against my whores naked ass and she moans in chorus. \nThe chorus thing is really adding a kick to this: we are fellows doing whores together. Not lovers who seek private moments with our love: the audience makes this a whoring event!\n\nNot happy like the others, maybe. But if she is too tight for her job, well: that will change soon enough, and it is NOT my fault that the little tramp did not oil her chute before going to work. \n\nWhen my fellows moan and their whores urge them on to cum I also cum: right into my whore's sheer pussy, deep into her womb. Making babies must feel like this! \n\nThe tramp squeals and squiggles as if something bad happened to her: as if she would not get her drench flooded all the time!\n\nI tell her that she is a lousy lay, and that cumming inside her is the only thing that keeps me from complaining to her boss. \n\nBut filling a cum-bucket like her really is totally cool: [[it's not like I do THAT every day...|g6]]
[>img[bussing]]We travel to our new boarding school by bus: with little lugagge since wearing uniforms is mandatory -including regulated "casual" clothes- and all hygene products, school necessities and all other stuff. Basically we bring only some books and board games, as well as a change of clothes for when we return in triumph after having overcome this ordeal. <<set $sidebar to 3; $charpic to 1; $week to 100>>\n\nWhen we arrive, we get a tour on the school grounds: a nice old mansion at a lake in the woods. Our school is far from any civilisation, but at the other end of the lake is a housing project for immigrants: African refugees. All young men, from what we see: they wave at us when we go to the lake, and whistle and cat-call. \n\nFirst I am flabber-gasted, then I have to grin: we are wearing these silly uniforms, and they have probably not seen a skirt for monthes. Men will be men, I guess: but some of the others complain about it. Some nonsense about black men and big dicks. As if a good girl would want an inch more that what I, for one, have: I do not know what the complainers are packing. Probably not much. \n\nThe refugees need a safe place to recover from their homelands' chaos before they can be re-patriated when the UNO has forced peace onto their warlords, I guess. I idly wonder whether I should mention "the white man's burden" to our history teacher and see her having a fit. \nBut thankfully we mostly kept out of colonialism until late when everyone was doing it and people in Africa were already used to it: [[and we ARE letting them come here to recover, right?|g29]]
Back in the main building we get some papers: our [[weekly curricula]], a [[Planner|planer]] for the year, and lots of information. And yet more papers to sign. \n\n[>img[hall]]Our headteacher orders us to sit in the main hall: "//Before you are the last papers we need you to sign. Read them, HERE, and think about it. You have an hour to do so. Then sign: or leave. \n\nThis is the last time we are offering you to leave this project, because when we really go through with this, so will you: there are costs involved, and several specialists will do nothing but work with you for half a year. This is the third paper that you will sign -or not!- and we will sue you for damages: you AND your families, because as you know debts of children can be collected from the parents. Up to a limit: and that is way higher than the measely 50 grand that your parents will pay if you enter this project but fail to see it through. \n\nOnce you have signed, please proceed to your rooms: they are listed on your plans. You will share rooms with three others of your choice. Unless you refuse to sign: in that case walk out and wait at the bus.//" \n\n[[We start to read these ominous papers.|g30]]
Our trainers shake their heads: "//Now THAT was interesting ''and'' immature!//" ... "//Get back in line: we will do some dancing instead of and further votes.//" \n\n[<img[dip]]My trainer does the whole set of moves including the dip at the end. When she pulls me up she looks at her partner with a grin: "//She is MISS AREOLA ALPS, I guess: look at these cans!//" \n\nThen she looks at me: "//You are perfectly safe in my arms, little one. Big tits or not, you are a pupil. I never drop a partner during a dip, and I never engage dependants.//"\n\nHer partner shrugs: "//I would kill her if she did. I am the jealous type. You are our pupils. Other than enjoying the sight of you we have no business with any of you.//" \n\nI frown: "What is so bloody interesting about us?"\n\nThe partner raises an eyebrow: "//Language, young one.//" \n\nMy trainer grins: "//You are all so full of life. That is a pretty sight, I guess.//" \n\nHer partner grins back: "//That they are.//" \n\nShe turns to the class: "//Go shower girls: and NO FIGHTING.//" \n[[We are dismissed.|7tues5]]\n
[>img[room]]Dinner is no surprise: cheese sandwiches with milk and vitamins. \n\nAfter dinner we retreat to our room and discuss the situation. Stephie and Andrea are a little worried about my new title. \n\nStephie sighs: "//It's bloody obvious that you have the biggest tits. But why would one of us want to attack you like this? Attack US like this: we are in this together, after all.//" \n\nAndrea snorts: "//I have never even HEARD about that MISS AREOLA ALPS bullshit. 'Alps' as in 'lying on your back and having mountains on your chest'?//" \n\nStephie and I nod: Andrea //is// a nerd, all said and done. But she is OUR nerd, and one stands by one's fellows. Well...\nI frown: "The others were drugged when they attacked their fellows. What is this? The bitch and her supporters are NOT drugged, are they?" \n\nStephie shrugs, and her titties bounce. I guess we have all to adjust our body language to our, well: tits. "//They are not drugged. But maybe she is throwing in with the headmistress. The headmistress is the obvious power, and you have a beautiful gift to piss her off. Attacking you could earn favour with the headmistress.//" \n\nAndrea shrugs and grabs //her// bouncing titties: "//Perceivably, yes. But the headmistress is not playing favourites. She hates us all.//" \n\nWe nod, careful not to shake our pillows, again. \n[[This is all very worrisome.|7wed1]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your seventh week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the second of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//"\n\n[>img[eggsandwich]]We hurry to the hall with swinging asses and tits ...and almost weep with joy! \nNo cheese sandwiches! \n\nI take a bite of my eggs ...and run to the toilet! \nWhat's with the BLOODY mayonaise?!\n\nWhen I get back -with the other victims of that vile stuff- the kitchen helper snorts: "//You got mayonaise on your eggs, bare-bum bitches! Get used to this!//" \nWeird: just weird. \n\nWe start working on the project in History, German and Sociology. Math is probabilities: with utterly ridiculous examples. Who cares for the chance of having twins? None of us is marrying anytime soon! \n\nAfter lunch we spend another hour sitting on towels, all naked: this time in the study hall. \n- [[Time to relax!|7tues2][$fitness -= 4]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|7tues2][$fitness -= 5; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|7tues2][$fitness -= 6; $learning += 2]]
[<img[dip2]]Naked dancing is weird. I tell my 'partnered' trainer during a break: "I do not like doing dips all the time."\n\nShe raises an eyebrow: "//Why is that, big girl? You are still lean as a willow.//" \n\nI snort: "I doubt we will get fat here with all the sport. But I do not like the, you know: bounce." \n\nThe other trainer looks at my boobs, then she shrugs: "//What did you think is the meaning of 'putting your milkshake on the yard?' Just be happy that you have a petite derierre, dear.//" She shrugs: "//Congratulations: your boobs are the biggest in your year.//" \n\nOne of the others hears //that// and claps her hands: "//Listen, folks: we can't have the traditional contests for the Girl School Seniors, right?//" The others shrug or frown: we cannot. First of all they are not talking to us since our school betrayed them and took girl pupils, also we are not at home and last but not least: WE are girls now! \n...and if they had ever learned about the contests they would have killed us: they are a little, well: mean. \n\nThe eavesdropper smirks: "//I have a first nomination, though! Our beautiful trainers have name our dear fellow here...//" -she points at me- "//...as Miss Areola Alps! I put that to vote: do I see ten 'yay' vots or a qualified 'nay' mayority? Give me the 'yay' vote!//" \nThe drones reflexively raise their arms and say "//Yay!//" \nThe eavesdropping bitch squeezes me tits: "//We have a winner: our year's MISS AREOLA ALPS!//" \n\n- [[I slap her.|7tues3a]]\n- [[I hit her like a man.|7tues3a]] \n- [[I say nothing.|7tues3b]]\n- [[I force a smile and thank her.|7tues3c]]\n- [[I put HER to vote, too.|7tues3d]]\n\n
When my sister was going to her first dance I had the chance to listen when my cousing gave her tips: until she saw me behind the couch and kicked me out. \n\nI guess I will have much more to learn about walks with men during a dance, but at least I know that smiling and nodding is expected. \n\nMy cousin told my sister: "//Do not hold hands from the beginning: boys get handsy way too fast even if they do not feel encouraged. Smile a lot and nod: that way you do not have to listen to their drivel, and they all want to brag about nonsense a lot. If you take a walk with the guy...\nHey, you little weasel: get lost! This is a girl talk!//" \n\nWell, I kept my mouth shut -mostly- when I was walking my dance partner three years after that, so SHE told me everything about her day while we were walking. And she thought that I was a totally sensitive guy. \n\nIf she had been 18 at that time, I could have scored!\n<<back>>
In German we discuss endings with our assistant teacher: how Mecky The Knife gets pardonned and lavishly heaped with gifts and becomes a moral person and all that. \nWe agree with her for the first time: "//A turn of fate makes a good crisis to overcome in drama, but no good end.//" \n\nWe are feeling a little giddy today, and our math genius discusses ways to square a circle with our math teachers: she likes that. She never likes anything! Maybe she really is a nice but shy person. \n\nSociology is a little naughty today: we discuss the sociological imperative of prostitution. Our very left-wing teacher agrees with me: if one forbids prostitution, the only result is making whores criminals. Every society has brothels: they are illegal quite often, but they are never missing. \n\n[>img[donuts]]Lunch is a huge surprise: we get CAKE. Well, we get two donuts: "//One donut with jelly, and a chocolate-cream donut//" as our kitchen helper puts it. Of course we cannot have two of either kind: everyone gets a donut with red jelly and a cream-filled choko donut. That is the rule, and the rule must be obeyed. Reds and their regulations...\n\nAfter that meal -the milkshakes are great with the donuts, and the vitamins will help with the sugar- we go and study. \n- [[Time to relax!|4fri3][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]] \n- [[Study some, relax some: balance is important.|4fri3][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|4fri3][$standing -= 1; $learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]\n
[>img[medic dressed]]My medic greets me with a smile: "//Today is a big day for you! Today, finally, the girls come out. I know these last weeks have been hard on you and the others; and at the beginning I had a very bad feeling about doing this with this large a group of so very young adults. \n\nBut we have talked about this, and you have always told me that you want to go through with this. You DO want to go through with this, right?//" \n\nI smile, proud of holding out to the Reds: "Yes, I do." \n\nShe nods, visibly releaved: "//That is good: at this point to would be ...difficult... to change the course. If possible at all. \n\nAll right: let us get rid of the cocoon, little butterfly.//" \n\nShe opens some buttons on my back and slips something off, then she turns me to the mirror: "//All right, little one: do the honors yourself. Get the girls out, dear.//" \nWhat? \n"//Strip your top, please.//" \nOh. \n[[I smile and lift my top.|4fri4]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Friday of your fourth week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an swimming class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed. Today my fakes come off at long last! I feel GREAT!! \n\nBreakfast is something of a downer, of course: cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins. A little samey, if you ask me. Well, nobody does. About half my year is by now swallowing pills like candy. Bah. \n\nI try to get on the good side of my history teacher by mentioning some church sponsored worker clubs, but that gets her really, REALLY angry for a moment. Oops. Maybe I should have read up on them: all I know is that a cousin of my father is in all of them, and goes there to drink with fellows. Basically like the Riflemen Reenactors' fair, only with different drinking songs. \n[[Why does that teacher hate them so much?|4fri2]]
[>img[medic dressed]]I gulp: "What is the other bad news? Other than the, well: boobs?" \n\nShe sighs: "//I already told you, dear. I guess it was too much to listen. You are a woman now. A healthy young woman. All parts of you.//" \n\nShe reaches under my skirt and pulls the security box of: "//This was not meant to hide your erecion. This was meant to safeguard the transformation: and it has done that. \nYou are a woman now. Do you realize what that means?//" \n\nI pale: my ...my ...my PENIS is gone?! AND my testicles?! \nHow can I sire sons without a penis and testicles?!\n\nShe hugs me: "//Congratulations: the process worked very well for you. There are utterly NO complications. Few of you have made the big step that ...painfree. \nI would also offer you my condolences: but I am a woman, too. If born that way. This is not all bad. And I do not see how you can CHANGE the fact that you have, over the last weeks, become a woman.//" \n\nI blink: "What do you mean: I cannot undo the change?" \n[[There HAS to be a way!|4fri7]]\n\n\n
[>img[medic dressed]]She shrugs: "//Not the same way you ...crossed over to this side. Not within any short time. \nYour DNA, the very making of your body on a cellular level, has changed. \nThese are no fake breasts, dear: you are a woman from your toes to the ends of your hair. That has grown very fast, too: in case you did not notice.//" \n\nShe sighs: "//I would like to give you more time, but that is not part of the procedures. Let me ask you again, and this time THINK about it: do you want to leave the project NOW? If so I will get you out here and now. \n\nI cannot end this, and I cannot get all of your classmates out. I simply lack the power. I can either get you to safety -as a woman, make no mistake about that- or I can stay here (as was my plan) and try to undo any grievious damage from the inside.//" \n\n[[Grievious damage?|4fri8]] \n\n
[<img[titsout]]I stare at them: "They look a little different and they FEEL ...not real, of course... but ...sensitive."\n\nShe winks at me: "//I certainly hope that they are sensitive, dear: but these are no fakes. These are your new mammae. Your new boobs, if you will.//" She shows me the flattened fakes that she has pulled out from under my top: "//You wanted large breasts, and now you have them.//" \n\nI stare at her, and she frowns. Then she takes that questionaire -a copy with some additional paperwork, the one we all signed (again) when we arrived here- and shows me the questions about tits: 'Large mammae, with a big capacity for milk to feed babies and large areolae and papillae'. \n\nThen she checks the first page, the one that was folded back when we signed: "//Let's just make sure there is no mistake with the paper work. I have asked you several times of you want to go through with this, but a simple administartive error ...would be horrible.//" \n<<set $charpic to 10; $vaginal to 0; $creampie to 0>> \nShe shows me the first page: //'Hereby I, the signer, apply for the gender exchange studies in the Boarding School Project. I have been counselled and sign sane mente and on my own free will. I am aware that I can drop out of the project at any time.'// \n\nI stare at my medic: "We have never seen that page. They only gave us the questionaire about what we expect of women, and we ...made light of it to rile them. None of us ever wanted a SEX CHANGE! ...Is that even possible?!"\n<<if $asshole eq 1>>[[She sits down at her desk, flabbergasted.|4fri5a]]<<else>>[[She sits down at her desk, flabbergasted.|4fri5]] <<endif>>
The giggling whore winks at Steve and takes me to her room while Steve takes the last one to the third room. Neither Steve nor I need to do a foursome. \n\nMy whore grins: "//Get naked, big man!//" \n\n[>img[condom]]The two whores with Mike and Tom start to moan in rhythm with the clapping sounds of balls against pussies, and I am hard as iron when my whore put a condom on my penis. <<set $charpic to 2; $mvaginal += 1>>\n\nI mount her from behind -she is guiding me inside with a discrete, skilled hand- and she starts to moan in chorus with the other two whores. \n\nSteve's hooker is not in rhythm, but I have no time for her: I am busy, very very busy with riding my first canter. \nOh, Oh, ohohohoh ...Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! \n\nMy whore smiles and takes the condom off with a paper towel: "//Well done, Sir Lancelot!//" She whipes my dick clean and gives me a peck on the head: "//That was great, fucker!//" \n\nI beam at her. Steve's hooker squeaks for a while longer, but Mike and Tom are finished, too. We are happy and proud when we leave: [[this is the good life!|g6]]
[>img[syltits]]The little bird looks a little hurt, but I kiss her: she likes that, and I get hold of the goods: bid, fat, GREAT tits! \n\n<<if $flirt gte 4>>It takes an hour of flirting, cajouling and several shared drinks, [[but then...|g26f]] <<else>>I like these tits, but there is nothing else on the menu: I am left with a hardon and big blue balls. [[Fuck!|g27]] <<endif>>
Talk is brutish: "Why was her husband's dick in the secretary's asshole if she took good care of her man?!"\n- \n"How does she have a baby if her man needs a pill and a dick in his asshole to fuck a woman ...in the ass?!" \n- \n"Isn't she one of the girls that drop out of school and get married right after the fair ...where the tramps get fucked and knocked up by some drunk that will not marry them?!" \n- \n"Is their house and their pub bought with money stolen from the town treasury?!" \n\n... \n\nWell, my sister had her baby nine monthes after the fair, and she was too pregnant to graduate: they do not allow that at her girls' school. And maybe her husband was not the one who per se did the deed...\n\n[>img[sanal]]But she IS married, and her husband is the registed father, and he does fuck her in the ass, too!\nWell: that is nothing I can tell anyone. Not because she does not like that -she hates getting it in the ass- but because we need her to have the child of her late husband, not a bastard sired in a drunk fuck behind the fair tent. \n\nNor is she in any financial problems: her husband was a straight shooter, and [[I think pubs are good business in my hometown.|g1]]
[img[homerun]]\nMy girl is willing, I need to mark my territory and I do: I am THE MAN. \nSex is nice, and since I have some experience with the nice professional sponsored by Mike's father -and both great skill and talent- this is really good sex. My girl tells me so, too. Of course she does. She should know, too: I have not popped her cherry, this was not her first ride.\n\nWhen I am done... \n- [[I thrown away the used condom.|g27][$mvaginal += 1]]\n- [[I grin at the sight of my cum in her pussy.|g27][$mcreampie += 1; $mvaginal += 1]]
[>img[pool party]]<<if $girl eq 1>>My girl shakes her head: "//No.//" Then she bloody leaves! \n\n[[What is THAT shit?!|g27]] <<elseif $girl eq 3>>My girl sulks: "//I do not want them to see me naked!//"\n\nOh, the poor little slut!\n\nI put an arm around her shoulder: "Sorry, baby. Not if you are not comfortable. We will just do something else, ok?" \n\nI really hope she will show me her fat tits in private: [[why else would I waste time on her?|g26d]] <<else>>My girl nods: "//Sure. Why not?//" and strips naked. \n\n[[I am SO getting laid!|g26f]] <<endif>>
[<img[nakeddbellydance]]Aerobic was not that bad after all: in hindsight. We all see a lot of behinds (and tits and pussies) during our naked bellydancing. \nIf there was a man in the building we would flat out refuse to do this, but since we are among ourselves we lack the willpower to stand up against this ickiness. The //underside// of my boobs is sweaty against my chest: how disgusting is THAT?!\n\nIn the showers I realize how SORE my boobs are from all the naked swinging: this is bad! \n\nDinner is cheese sandwiches, vitamins ...and milk. The kitchen helper is adamant about it: "//The mistress says: make them drink their milk. So I am making you drink your milk. The milk in the bottles, that is. This bottle: drink up!//" \n\n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|6tues1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|6tues1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]
[img[poolside]]\nHalf an hour later we are lined up STARK NAKED, //IN FULL VIEW FOR THE HILLBILLIES!!!// \nThey are IN THE BATH today!!\n<<set $sidebar to 6; $shame += 2; $charpic to 16; $shame += 10>>\nWe protest, but we have to swim '//avec des culs nus, des chattes nues et des seins nus//' as my dance partner would put it: with bare asses, bare pussies and bare tits. \nThe hillbillies whistle, howl and catcall all the time. \n\nWe have to sit on the edge of the pool because our trainers have to explain the swimming moves: or so we are told. Then we have to do the swimming moves, sitting on the edge of the pool: flailing our arms and shaking our boobs. \n\n[[This is HORRIBLE!|5sun4][$sidebar to 3; $week to 6; $charpic to 1]]
She smirks: "//Shut up, whores. Inside! Help the security drones to prepare the re-opening.//" \n\nThey all run inside. \n\nShe turns to us: "//I am going to inspect you. I am not asking, and I will punish every token resistance.//" \nShe raises at us: "//None of you are virgins. None of you has been broken in. None of you is worthy to serve. \nThat much is obvious even while you are dressed. \nI think this is a breach of promise, but that does not concern fucktoys like you.//" \nWe pout, and she laughs: "//Not even taught right! You think that you are no fucktoys? That is rich! Well, you are not getting fucked today: there is not a single dick in the club today.//" \n\nI frown: but the security ...drones. She called them "drones". What the ...? \n\nShe shrugs: "//Pop your titties out. Nip check. \nTits out, NOW.//" \n[img[tits]]\nWe do as she says: primal fear is a good motivator, and she is no man, right? What is the harm of...\nShe pinches our nipples: that //hurts//! \nShe scoffs: "//Next time I will ring you. When you fail the ring test, I have proof for the breach of promise.//" \n[[Why is she doing that?|5sun4]]
[>img[cops]]We take -and need- a break in the nice little town after our forced march. <<if $boxed eq 0>>My balls hurt: speedmarching chafes my most sensible parts between my sweaty legs. This HURTS! <<endif>> \n\nWe have lunch in the park, obviously something that is not the usual way to handle things here: two police officers are called and ask our drill mistresses about this. \n<<set $sidebar to 4>>\nThey are lenient as our police are want to be as long as everyone is basically a law abiding citizen, and let us finish out meal: "//But please don't eat in the park again: that is against regulations. \nWe will not press charges or anything like that, Man ist ja kein Unmensch, but next time find a quite place were our citizens and the tourists are not disturbed.//" \nOne can hardly argue with that, right? Tourism is an important industry for small town like this. \n\nThe museum is utterly boring, and the march back to the boarding school strengthsapping. [[What a terrible day.|g54]]
So this is the first sunday at our boarding school: classes start tomorrow. Our day starts early, like every day here has started. We are again woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now: the evil Red headmistress, over the speakers:\n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. \nGet up. \nGo to the shower rooms. \nThere is no sport activity planned for today, so you will all take a shower NOW. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 0' clock sharp will be send home.//"\n\n[>img[underskirt]]After breakfast we pack our own lunch boxes: sandwiches, apples, mineral water and our vitamins. Nothing fancy or fun. \n\nWe are going to the town today: walking, to be precise. Two hours to town, lunch break in the park, visit the museum and two hours back to the boarding school. These teachers really know how to make exciting plans. \n\nFirst we are issued "civilian" clothes instead of school uniforms: but ones with skirts, and we still have to wear our fake boobs. Nor do we get boxershorts: we get underskirts. To wear these means to let one's privates, well: swing. Might be nice, might be a little to ...showy. \n\n- [[I am wearing that ...box... for the walk.|g53][$boxed to 1]]\n- [[I let the big man swing.|g53][$chafed to 1]]
[img[dicks]]\nMike and Tom sit next to each other on one of the beds and WANK! In plain sight! In the open! What's that?! \n[[I shake my head and leave the room.|g52]]
[>img[woods]]Saturday is almost restful: we get the Wake-Up Call, stand in line for the toilet, put a thick layer of depilatory cream on and dress in the costumes. \n\nFor breakfast we get sandwiches, juice and pills: we do not get eggs. "//You would have gotten eggs today, but that is a treat, and you misbehaved yesterday. Rude people who try to weasel out of our contract do not get treats.//" \n\nThen we go for a walk in the woods again: but only half a day this time. We are really not into this, but the butch gymnastic teachers just laugh: "//Shut up and MOVE! This will loosen your little limbs.//" \nWe survive, and somehow I even feel better afterwards. Well, we have been taking walks in the woods since Tacitus wrote about our ancestors: that cannot be bad. \n\nAfter lunch we get these swim suits. We are allowed into the lake: but the water is rather cold. And after taking a look at the water, close up, my medic and some teachers make a strong case of NOT letting pupils bathe in the lake! There are too many water weeds in there, it would seem, and they want the water tested before we swim in there. \nEco-conscious nonsense, but that way we do not have to get into the cold water; and in their own way the teachers and my medic do care for us.\n\nThe evening is off after an equally uninspired dinner (with vitamins). We play some cards in our room afterwards. But when our strong fellow is on the toilet [[something gross happens.|g51]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your first week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 1; $schooling to 0; $charpic to 3, $jan to 1; $fitness to 5>>\nWe get dressed in our silly school girl uniforms, complete with the fake tits. We help each other with that: one can hardly do that alone. \n[[But we are a group of fellows, and will weather this together.|1stwm1][$standing += 1]] \n
We are marched home with undue speed. <<if $boxed eq 0>>My balls are chaving against my legs again: rubbing one off tonight is out of the question... But where do I get ointment for THESE pains?!\n\n[>img[room]]Steve -who does NOT wank in our room- gives me some ointment when I tell him that I have a chafing: without asking where I am chafing. True fellows are discrete! \n<<else>>\nWhen we are back our two stay-at-home fellows are polising their rods again: in plain sight!\n[img[dicks]]\nWe will have to talk about that some other time: this is rude, no matter how long they are feeling. But Mike and Tom ARE rather long, come to think of it. I never knew... and would prefer STILL not to know. I flee to a toilet before I can get ino the shooting lines.<<endif>> <<set $sidebar to 3>>\nWhen I am back from the toilet we play some hands of carts, [[but I am really tired and go to bed early.|g55]]
[>img[sausage]]At first sight I rejoice when I see our lunch: but this is perfidious! It looks like healthy food -a sausage in a bun- but it really is some tofu in a weird from with mayonaise! Disgusting!\n\nSadly many of my classmates are doped up and eat with a smile. Well: they do everything with a smile lately. My fellows scratch the mayonaise off, but I am afraid to be that open in my resistance. I eat that and rinse the taste from my mouth with the milkshake: I always keep some of that until the end of the meal when I take my vitamins, so that should not be all that obvious. \n\nAfter that disgusting meal it is ...study time. \n- [[Time to relax!|4mon4][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]] \n- [[Study some, relax some: balance is important.|4mon4][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|4mon4][$standing -= 1;$learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]
[>img[cock]]History is a little weird since we all have problems to concentrate on the problems of long dead working class people during the restitution. We all know that the nobles should have been kicked out and replaced with benevolent citizens under a just king: but that is not what happened, right? These days we elect presidents for eight years (well, twice for four years in theory), but back then the Prussian king refused our offer to rule a fair, citizen-oriented state. \n\nWe were heroes! I mean: our ancestors were heroes!\n\nNor will we let her introduce the evils of colonialism into this: we did not have colonies back then! We did not even have a navy! And the Danes that live inside Germany now get their own selectmen! We are a totally tolerant nation!\n\nI would be more enraged by the mix up if I did not think about very weird and unwholesome sights all the time ...not only //sights//, really... Also painful intrusion.\nMust be a kind of daylight nightmare. Better not dwell there.\n\n[[Alas, the other lessons are no better.|4mon3]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your fourth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 4; $charpic to 3, $jan to 1; $fitness to 5>>\nWe dress in our silly school uniforms: we have survived a second week in this boarding school, [[we will survive the rest.|4mon2][$fellow += 1]]
[>img[blupe]]I study my role, read in that tome and summon a Blupe. That works twice out of ten times that I try. Well, this is my first un-supervised attempt and it worked twice: that is not bad, I guess. \n\nI am also quite proud about my Latin skills: we had Latin from the 5th grade to the 11th, and very good teachers. I can read Cicero! \n<<set $insight += 1; $will += 1>>\nThe author of this book is writting ...less then coherent, to be honest. But still, this is fun, even if it is slow. \n\n[[I feel good about myself when I go to bed.|4tues1]]
[img[aerobic]]\nWe do the usual ankle breaking routine with in high heels, then we get today's shower. <<set $fitness -= 2>>\n\nDinner is cheese sandwiches again -without the cheap mayonaise from lunch, thankfully- with milkshakes and vitamins: and pain killers for all who want them. \nThat is bad: why would healthy young men take pain killers without reason?\n\n<<if $asshole eq 1>>[[I go to bed early today.|4tues1]] <<else>>After dinner I can either [[go study|4mon5]] my role for the play (and that tome) and call ...a Blupe, otherwise I can [[go to bed early.|4tues1]] <<endif>>
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your sixth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \n\nAfter a bad breakfast -cheese sandwich, milk, vitamins, barfing- we write a six hour math test. \nI may have passed. Who knows? \n\n[>img[pizza]]Tody lunch is good for a change: pizza! \nWell, vegetarian pizza with eggs. That does not agree with some of us -they run for the toilets- but I think I like it. Maybe something sweet... I really would love some strawberry ice to go with my pizza! \n\nSome of us get letters from home. \n\n"Aerobic" is naked bellydancing, again: I hate it. \n\nAfter dinner -cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins- we all get some skin creams. The mean mist... no, the headmistress tells us: "//A gift from our pharmaceutical sponsor. Use that: daily!//" \nI shall not call her "mean mistress" again: the kitchen help calls her "mistress". Not me. \n\n<<if $letters gte 1>>[[I read my sister's letter.|6wed2]] <<else>>[[I go to bed early today.|6thur1]] <<endif>>
[>img[potatoe]]Lunch is almost decent: backed potatoes ...with that awful mayonaise (and vitamins and milk). \nSome of us get -predictably- sick. \nI frown and ask the fat kitchen help: "We all really don't like that mayonaise. Is there any way not to get that all the time?" \n\nShe grins widely: "//Mayonaise fillings are a fix for you. You all got mayonaise fillings, and you will keep getting them. \nGet used to it: you are all big girls!//" \n\nI cannot really see how eating bad food is a rite of passage. \n\nAfter lunch we spend another hour sitting on towels, all naked: this time in the study hall. \n- [[Time to relax!|7mon5]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|7mon5][$fitness -= 1; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|7mon5][$fitness -= 4; $learning += 2]] \n
[<img[basketball]]We do not have to dance today: but we have to do naked sports. Basketball, specifically. My fat tits bounce, and my bare ass cheeks are sweaty. I hate sports. \n\nI hate the bouncing of my big boobs, too, but the butch drill sergeant does not let me grab them during play: \n"//Let your fat udders bounce!//" \n\nFat udders?! I look at Steffi and Andrea: they have really big nipples, but their titties are smaller. Huh. My boobs are bigger than most, and my nipples are also really big. \n\nDinner is a bit samey: cheese sandwiches with vitamins and milk. What a shitty day!\n\n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|7tues1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|7tues1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your seventh week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the second of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" <<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 7; $charpic to 20; $fitness to 7; $code to 1>> \n\nThe "dress code" signs with the two "funny' slogans are still up, and the fat kitchen help wolf-whistles when we come into the hall swinging and bouncing: "//No Lockers For The Knockers, No Lids For The Slits!//" \nThat's like totally NOT funny! \n\nNor is breakfast: cheese sandwiches with vitamins and milk. I run to the toilet to barf afterwards with the usual fellows. \n\n[>img[lepanto]]Today we start with a joint project in our history, German and sociology classes: Don Juan. \n\nOur new assistant teacher takes over the history class: supervised by our German teacher who is also supervising the project. The new assistant is a little appalled by our nakedness: but so are we, and there is no help. \n\nShe sighs: "//This is really weird. But let us turn our attention to the subject at hand: Don Juan d'Austria. In history we will learn about the battle of Lepanto, who fought it, why everyone fought it and what happened. \nWe will also examine why some nations abstained from the fight, and -since this is an A-level class- we will also learn about the various models to understand what happened. \nWe will compare a conservative German view, a French take on the battle, a Turkisk historian, a Marxist historian and the point of view of the peace movement.//" \n\nThat sounds interesting. [[Butt-naked as I am I cannot help but smile.|7mon2]]
[>img[donjuan]]Our history teacher sighs when she sees the naked class: "//All right, girls. Let us stay on subject: Don Juan. History and historical theories are one thing, art -literature, that is- is another. We will be reading Much Ado About Nothing to look at the 'bastard prince'.//" \n\nBastard?! I frown. We all do. \n\nOur history teacher sighs and looks us in the eyes, one by one: "//My dear young persons, you have to do a critical re-assessment of traditional morals at this point. Children are born out of wedlock, actually a lot of them. The very word 'bastaard' is derogatory. \nI personally believe in marriage as an institution, and I am very happy that I have a husband, that we love each other and that we have raised our children together. \nBut this is not the case for many women and their children. \n\nLook at yourselves, girls. Sorry to be outspoken, but you sit here very much in the glashouse -naked- and can no longer afford to throw stones. Not that throwing stones EVER was the right thing to do. Traditions is -to quote an old, wise man- to 'test everything; hold fast what is good'. Doing the same no matter whether it works is two things: re-actionary and -bluntly put- the definition of madness. \n\nWe are doing this project so that you can come to terms with the fact that women can have babies out of wedlock.//" \n\nWell, my sister very nearly had a bastard, and she is not the only sister (or mother) of ours. Maybe we should give this a thought: our teacher is well meaning, and we owe her the efford to re-consider our forebears' wisdom. \nShe is right, after all: us sitting here naked proofs that bad things can happen to everyone. Some sluts get knocked up, and we get to learn naked. Maybe even swim in that icy lake again, naked. \n[[My poor nipples are still swollen from that tripple ordeal.|7mon3]]
In our socilogy class we compare our free western Germany with the Russian conquered eastern evil dictatorship that was (until two years ago): "//...specifically the question of procreation and upbringing of children with single mothers.//" \nNaturally we are all in favour of our system -rely on family, arrange matters discreetly if things go wrong- but we are open for academic discussion of potential merrits that other, evil staterun systems may have had. \n\nI sum up our expectations: "We know that the so-called GDR had week-crips where the children were taken from their parents and only handed back for the weekends -if that- and that the children in these abominations were dressed in uniforms, taught to march in lines and chant party slogans." \n\nOur teacher blinks: "//That is, in your estimate, a malfuncion of society.//" We nod. She coughs: "//What exactly have you been doing on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays in the evening between 6 o'clock and 8 o'clock in the evening for the last six years?//" \n\nOne of our lesser lights raises her arms: "//We have trained to march at the fair parade. I like the singing and the marching!//" \n\nWe all look at her, then at the teacher. Our teacher sighs: "//Can we without hurting any feelings assume that young adults sometimes may willingly join marching formations and occasionally sing motto songs?//" \n\nThe others stare, and I sigh: "We can. But not everyone HAS TO do that back home, and we are not taken from our families, and the songs are about freedom from oppression ...and drinking, some of them." \n\nOur teacher nods: "//Some of them. Indeed. But ...hand on your heart, tell no lie: is that a gradual or a categorical difference?//" \n\nI pale: "Categorical, of course! ''May'' or ''Must'' join. I would argue on the contrary, that the wickedness of the dictatorship shows in abusing common human desires -comraderie, music, order- and turn them into a perversion." \n\nOur teacher smiles: "//We shall explore that in greater depth. My dear young ladies, freedom is a very important need for human beings. We will talk about that later in this year. For now we are talking about a very specific subject: how does society treat single mothers with children that have no fathers. Let us focus on that.//" \n[[Fair is fair.|7mon4]]
In the afternoon I get clothes and meet a very sharp dressed man that does not register to my misguided body as sexy like most men. Well: about //him// my body and I agree. My hole is misguided about needed to be stuffed by other men...\n<<set $charpic to 21>>\nHe looks at me with a genuine smile and dead eyes: "//My name is Faber of Hard, Turtle & Hawk. The law firm that your greatuncle has been working with for some decades now.//" \n\nI smile and nod. He already knows my name (no need to tell him, again), and smiling is my new defense mechanism. That and spreading my legs. \n\nHe nods: "//Your greatuncle is missing, and some people have tried to seize his assets. We have power of attorney, though: we will see to your greatuncle's business interests until he either returns or is declared dead.//" \nHe leans forward and pats my hand: "//I am not asking about what happened, dear girl, and no one from my firm will ever. But let us for the moment hypothetically assume that your greatuncle is gone for ...ever, and that your sister is pregnant with his child. Are you also pregnant with his child?//" \n\nI scoff: I am lactating, not pregnant. We cannot get pregnant this fast after the change. "No, sir. I am not pregnant with his child." I frown: "But if I may ask: when did he go missing?"\n\nThe lawyer winks: "//Today. He was seen yesterday in a hotel with two whores. Those are not my words, that is what the witnesses said. The whores left, and he did not. The witnesses do not remember anything about the two whores. Some discretion is part of the service that my firm provides for clients like your greatuncle.//" \nOh. I gulp. The lawyer winks at me: "//To make sure that all business matters run smoothly, like your greatuncle would have wanted, we keep sponsoring your sister and her little pub. And we will keep sponsoring this school project: also because other clients of ours are still holding stakes of this. We will arrange for some ...moderate... influence, though.//" \n<<if $will gte 40>>He adds: "//You are an interesting person yourself. Should you overcome your current problems we would be interested in either representing you and yours or -if you are on the job market, so to speak- we will be interesting in making you a job offer.//" <<endif>>\n\n[[He gets up, pats me on the shoulder and leaves.|gsat3]] \n
[>img[cards]]We play a few hands and tell each other stories and jokes. \n\nSteve asks Tom: "//When should condoms be used?//" \nMike shrugs. \nSteve tells him: "//At every conceivable occasion.//" \nWe laugh. \n\nMike says: "//A black man walks into a saloon and asks the owner: 'Is that your stallion at the bar?'\nThe bartender shrugs: 'Yeah, I hate him being here: his dick is to big that the guests do not want the whores to see THEIR dicks, and the bloody stallion has utterly no sense of humour.' \nThe black man shrug: 'I can make that stallion laugh if I get your best whore for free.' \nThe bartender agrees -the whore needs a good dicking- and the black man whispers into the ear of the stallion. The stallion neighs with laughter -like Tom- and the black man get the best whore for free. \nThe next day the black man comes back. \nThe bartender says: 'This time you have to make the stallion cry: he has been neighing the whole day. But you get the whore with the biggest titst for free when you do.' \nThe black man nods, and whispers into the ear of the stallion. They both walk out, and when they come back the stallion is crying. The black man bangs the whore with the biggest tits for free. \nWhen he gets out of the saddle the bartender asks: 'What did you tell the stallion to make him laugh AND cry?' \nThe black man shrugs: 'The first time I told him that I have a bigger dick than he has. Today I showed him.'//" \n\nTom nighs a lot, but I do not. Nobody likes big dick jokes Mike. [[Nobody, you hear me?|2sun1]]
After dinner -buns with sausages, milk and vitamins- some of us have to go to a "special internship": I am one of them, this time. The headmistress smirks: "//Your time of privileges due to your greatuncle's influence are over. Get back to your new duties!//" What a mean bitch! \n<<set $charpic to 16; $titcumshot += 10; $blow += 12; $facial += 10; $anal += 6; $vaginal += 12; $creampie += 12; $whore += 20>>\n[>img[wavingbank 2]]We are bussed to that townhouse, again, and the girls are already waiting for us. \n \nThe leader -I guess- giggles: "//Well, the Peeping ''Tinas'' are back: to work, this time!//" \n\nOne of the others shrugs ...and bounces her bare boobs: "//Welcome to the free entry party.//" \n\nThe first smirks: "//Free entry in every sense of the word.//" \n\nAnother one grins: "//Entry free of charge, entry free of clothes, entry free of packaging!//" \n\nThat means: we get fucked by every guy who can get it up and wants to put his dick into our pussy. Without tip, without going to a room, without putting on a condom. \nWe get gangbanged with the other whores, naked on the mat in the main room.\n''I'' get gangbanged, naked, without condom, on the floor mat of the main room. A dozen of men fuck my pussy -and cum inside- and dozens more WATCH. Some of them CUM and spray their white icky shit into my face and over my boobs.\n\n[[My shame is no secret any more!!|gsun1]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Friday of your third week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an swimming class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed. \nI did not manage to pull the bloody rings off without drawing attention, they are too tight! \nMy chest itches all day: my nipples are hard like bones. \n\nThat weirds me out, but when I see the doped ones at breakfast (cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins; pills for them) I decide to pretend that all is well and get my medic to free me later. Crying wolf is not only social death, it also gets one medicated. \n\nClasses fly by -I pretend to be good lest I get on the "angry, needs pills" list- and after a fish curry -ON RICE!!!- I even study as hard as I can: [[very hard|3fri2][$learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]], [[quite hard|3fri2][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]] or [[not that hard, really|3fri2][$fitness -= 1]].
[>img[pool1]]We get into the bus, in swimsuits and bathing robes. The ride to the swimming pool really bumpy again, and I feel every bounce of my fakes as if someone was twisting my ringed nipples. \n\nEven more guys watch us strut and bounce in our high heels and fake boobs with no bras. Some wolfwhistle, but others call for "//more show!//" \nSeveral of my classmates waves at them, open their bathing robes and do a pirouette. \n<<set $sidebar to 6; $shame += 2; $charpic to 17>>\nThe men call for "//MORE!!//" and some of our fellows bend backwards and shake their fakes like professional strippers. Disgusting. The guys howl like a mob, of course: tits are tits and men are men. Even if the tits are fakes: that does not show at that distance, the fakes are ...detailed. Thanks to the spray-on toner they even look like our skin. \n\nThere are lively discussions at the counter: some guys want INTO the pool while we take our swimming lessons; but in the end they have to wait until we get out for the second half of the show. \n\nMeanwhile we drop our bathing robes, get out of these bloody high heels and endure another merciless drilling. The idiots that have flashed the mob last week DO get off easier: one lap less each. Our butch sport teachers HATE that -they would rather see us drown- but our history seems to rank them: and she made that promise. \n[[No one is sparred anything for today's show, though.|3fr4]]
When I show my medic my chest she is somewhat perplexed. "//Where did you get these?//" <<set $charpic to 9>>\n[<img[ringedfakes]]I blush: "A bet. One of my fellows had these rings ...from his grandmother who was fleeing after the war, and they used them to find out whether they were pregnant. You know a lot of refugees..." \n\nShe nods: "//Soldiers can be pigs, and these soldier were very angry. We certainly committed MANY atrocities ourselves, but not the young women who would have needed such rings.//" She shakes her head: "//That nameless fellow was riling you, though: first of all women know that they are pregnant because they do not menstruate -no woman misses those days- and second of all these rings are no antiques. They are new, cheap and massproduced.//" \nShe pats me on the shoulder: "//Ok, I will try and honour your school code. Your nipples are long enough to fasten the fakes on OVER the rings, but the rings HAVE to come off next week. Does that suffice to win your bet?//" \n\nErh ...shit. I WOULD want to win the bet. If there was a bet. I blink and nod. I walk out of her office in the silly "skirt- bikini" with fake tits and rings around my nipples... [[Shit! Why does she have to be so understanding?!|3fri3]]
We are bussed into town and herded in to an administration building next to the local hospital. We are send to changing cabins where we have to get naked. \n\nI get a visit by a doctor who ...tests my condition. \n\nWhen he has cum inside me, he slaps my bare ass: "//Approved! Go to the room and get into the gyn chair.// \n<<set $creampie += 1; $shame += 10; $vaginal += 1; $whore += 1; $pussytats to 1>>\nI do as he says and some other man in scrubs fixated me ...and inks my pussy!! That //HURTS!// When I leave the "doctor" hands me a €10 bill: "//Keep up the good work, little whore!//" \n[img[test]]\n[[I cry a little on the ride back: my pussy AND my tattooed lips hurt.|4sat4]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your eighth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the third of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//"\n\n[>img[eggsandwich]]We are getting left-over coconuts from yesterday for (naked) breakfast, and my stomach cannot take that, again: I run to the toilets and barf. \n\nToday the other groups show us their presentations, and moods calm somewhat after discussion the motives of the aggressors yesterday. \n\nGerman is fun, and even a little naughty in a tingly way, and I have to grin occasionally with my upper lips. Sociology and Math are the usual, more or less. \n\nDinner is egg sandwiches, milk and vitamins. That disagrees with some of our more tender fellows: [[a little girly, eh?|8tues2]] \n\n
Since we have done our represantation already, I have to do the math and sociology homework for Andrea and Steph: they need to polish their resuls for tomorrow. <<set $learning += 1; $will += 1; $shame -= 1; $standing -= 1>>\n\n[>img[dip2]]My dancing trainer whirls me around the floor mercilessly, and when I am hanging on her arm for the final dip she winks at me: "//You are still lean as a willow, mademoiselle.//" \n\nI totally blush: I do not really know why. \n\nHer colleague raises an eyebrow: "//Are they?//" \n\nMy trainer looks down at me: "//Mostly.//" \nThey laugh and I run after the others to shower. Weird. \n\nDinner is not getting us fat: cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins.\n\n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|8wed1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|8wed1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]
[>img[mng]]"//Listen, girl: you are not the most pretty one, I guess, but it is nice to see women again after all that time. You have great tits, too: and that makes more than up for your lack of beauty. Bit of a tomboy, aren't you, eh? But with those fat boobs every man would love to have you. \n\nEven if you have the grace of a penguin: have you seen them on yoututbe? That is how you walk, little broad.\n\nDo you even understand a word I am saying or are you just a dump cow with fat udders and no foreing language? Do you know how frustrating it is to go to a foreign land where no one speaks any other language -not even French- and tell you that YOU are uneducated? \n\nBut at least you smell good, little coo!//"\n<<back>>
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Friday of your fifth week in the boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an swimming class, you will all take a shower after that class. Assemble in your bathrobes in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 6>>\nBreakfast is cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins. \n\nClasses are ok, I guess: we are all somewhat skitty. Half of us are gone, but lessons do not suffer, to be honest. The missing half was either completely doped out lately -the slow changes- or REALLY aggresive. <<if $letters eq 1>>I hope they get good treatment. <<else>>Someone has gotten a letter from home: some of our missing guys have been seen in a clinic. We all hope that they get good treatment. <<endif>> \n\n[>img[wurst]]Lunch is some American fastfood: 'corndogs'. We all get two of them. Strange that the Reds would allow American food: they usually like the other ones better. \nAnd we get meat! Must be our lucky day.\n\nMy medic ...physician checks me out: "//All good, little one. At least medically speaking. Are you ok otherwise?//" \n\nI sigh and nod: "More or less, I guess. When can I go back to be a man?" \n\nShe smiles and ruffles my hair: "//The moment I have found what we pretend to look for: a safe gender switching formula. As of now: go for a swim.//" She frowns: "//We are supposed to give you high heels and bathing robes: something about new swimming attires. Just make sure that you change in the dressing rooms or pull the bottom up while you are still wearing the gown. Then get your arms out -with the gown still closed- and cover your girls. Showing some bare shoulder blades is not really icky.//" \n\nI smile and thank her. We will just cling to our bathrobes like last week for changing. If one has to get naked, one must get naked //in private//: we suffer more than enough, but we have managed to avoid public shame. [[That is the REALLY important part.|5fri2][$sidebar to 6; $shame += 2; $charpic to 16]]
[<img[surprise]]We go around the factory building: maybe we need to try and talk in private. When we get to a quiet corner he puts his hand on my dress and pulls at something that gives. What the...!\n\nMy dress drops off my shoulders! Did the pig snap the straps of my dress?! That dress simply slides down before I can do anything and I -absurd thought- remember my mother telling my sister: "//Do not wear a silk dress to a ball, dear, unless you want to get out of your dress FAST!//" \nI stare at the dress, realize that //my fake tits are ALL NAKED!!!// and squat to pick my dress up from the tarmac.\n\nMeanwhile HE pulls out HIS giant beast -just like that- while my fake tits swing uncovered in open sight. Everyonewho walks around the factory could see BOTH of us //NAKED//!!\n\nHe tells me [[something|2frisoc1]] -"//Attention, petite salope: voici la sucette! Si vous apprenez QUELQUE CHOSE dans cette école étrange, je peux enfin avoir un vrai baiser : aucune femme ici ne semble prendre un homme TOUT comme une femme le devrait… pas dans sa bouche, c'est-à-dire.Mais tes petits trous bruns, c'est le plaisir de la semaine prochaine! Je t'ai promis d'y aller doucement, après tout.//" \n[[Then he points that absurdley huge monster at me and...|2friprom2]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your third week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others pull their fake tits on, and we all get dressed. Steve looks a little odd, but Mike and Tom are well: more than well, really. \n\nWe go get our breakfast of cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins ...with some pills for the angry ones. They do seem calmer: maybe that is a good sign, maybe they got wise and keep a tighter rein on ther justified rage at the Red abuse. \n\nWe talk about the Napoleonic Wars and the Sack of Heidelberg in history, then we discuss Brecht's social agenda, curves (math only, not the curves of the trainee teacher) and applied social studies. \n\nAfter a lunch of vegetable broth, milkshake and vitamins we are led to our studies. I read the script for our play and...\n- [[study hard.|3tues2][$learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]\n- [[study as necessary.|3tues2][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[pretend to study.|3tues2][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]]
[>img[dancing]]Our dance class is back to normal: we are fit enough to actually dance again. \n\nI am once more the "partner" of one of the teachers. This is pretty exhausting as well as embarrassing: some of the guys are starting to call me and the other unlucky guy 'dancing queens'. \n\nDuring the break my trainer gives me a choice: "//In the second half of the class I can show the advanced steps with some other partner if you are exhausted. If you really want to learn how to dance you have to keep it up, of course.//" \n\nHer partner grins and pats me on the shoulder: "//They are really getting there. Who would have thought?//" \n\nHuh. I have ALWAYS been a good dancer!\n- [[I agree to train hard.|3tues3][$dancing += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I prefer talking it easy.|3tues3][$fitness -= 2]]
[>img[room]]We get letters from home after dinner (cheese sandwiches, mikkshakes and vitamins), and some even get smal parcels. \n\n<<if $letters gte 1>>My sister has writen: her husband's business is less than sound, and she is deeply in debt. The asshole did not even provide for his wife! \nThankfully our paternal uncle has come to our hometown and is helping her. She writes "//He is charming, and a BIG man for a change.//" \nI know that he is a great man, of course. \n\nThe others have letters, too: <<else>>Some of us get letters: <<endif>> the landlord has send Mike something that makes Mike rather happy. "//I will show you on Thursday!//" \n\nBut the mood is not all good: they want to rearrange our beds. The landlor's son wants the lower bed by the window, his best mate the lower bed by the door. Our strong man is supposed to take the upper bed by the window, and I the upper bed by the door. \n\nOur strong man shrugs: "//I do not care what bed I get.//" \n\n<<if $letters gte 1>>- [[I shrug because I do not care either.|3letters]]\n- [[I take the doorside lower bed.|3letters][$standing += 1]]\nI cannot get either windowside bed. <<else>>- [[I shrug because I do not care either.|3wed1]]\n- [[I take the doorside lower bed.|3wed1][$standing += 1]]\nI cannot get either windowside bed. <<endif>>
[>img[mng]]"//Ok, je ne comprends pas un mot de ce que tu dis, coquine : mais peut-être que tu es raisonnable. Eh bien: voilà pour espérer que tu gardere tu jolie gueule fermée.\nTu as l'air mieux cette semaine, tu sais: ou peut-être que je m'habitue juste à tes visages ringards.\nMais écoutez: un homme a des besoins. Si tu ête un stratagème: d'accord. Faites ça. Mais si tu revene ici la semaine prochaine, JE DOIS tirer avec mon arme principale, d'accord? Et si tu joues à nouveau avec moi, je jouirai sur ton visage !\nSi tu ne voule pas jouer, ne tu promene pas avec moi dans la cour de récréation: cela devrait être très facile même pour certains montagnards sans langues étrangères comme tu.//"\n\nNot that I understand [[THAT|w2french2]], either. \n[[But it sounds like he is sorry.|1fripromenade1]]
My sister hits Greatuncle Earnest with a lamp, but she misses and the bulp breaks. Greatuncle Earnest laughs, and my sister grabs the broken bulpd and ...cuts Greatuncle Earnest. \n\nOuch!! I get sick on the floor where Greatuncle Earnest's balls have dropped. \n\nGreatuncle Earnest's eyes roll up in his head, and a most beautiful man walks into our hotel room, where we are: both of us naked and fucked! \n\nHe ignores us completely and winks at Greatuncle Earnest: "//Your contract is due once you are no longer willing to fuck a girl.//" He turns to us and puts a thump up our dripping holes: "//Do you want to fuck a girl? If so: show me.//" \n\nGreatuncle Earnest wails, holding his groin.\n\nThe beautiful man pops his thumbs out of us. We squeak, of course. The beautiful man squeezes our right tits and tells Greatuncle Earnest: "//I take that as a No. That means your contract is due. Tag along, will you?//" \n\nHe grabs Greatuncle Earnest, and they vanish. \n\nWe totally get dress and sneak out of the hotel.\nMy sister tells me: "//This has NEVER happened. Do you understand, whore?//"/ \n\nI nod: "Back at you, whore. But no, this has never happened."\n\nShe nods hugs me and drives me back to school before she heads back home. [[Shit!!|9fri4]]
I am getting nowhere near where I want to be inside my girl: but these are early days. I need her legs to spread after the ball, not before. That would be a bonus. Unless she is a lousy fuck, of course. Then I would have to drop her, and that is a bother because short time pick-ups are problematic. For now, flirting is fine. Also fun. \n\nWe finish the questionaires, all proper and proud, and hand them to the evil Red headmistress. \n\nLet me check the list for this year: join the Riflemen Reenactors' Guild with my fellows, take a girl to the annual ball, take the girl to bed after the ball, graduate from grammar school and join our Self Defense Forces for the mandatory service. All set up. \n\nI run that list by my sister (without the "take the girl" part, she is touchy about such matters) and ask: "Am I missing anything?" \n\nShe rolls her eyes: "//Oh, YES! But there is something that you may be able to do: take a refresher at the dance school. Your girl will like it -I hate to say it, but this may enhance your chances after the ball- and you may actually be able to DANCE at the ball. Girls like that in their dance partners, you know.//" \n\nStands to reason. I guess. Mike and Tom are not interested, though. Steve is interested: dancing is a sport and Steve is interested in ANY sport. My choice, I guess: my girl seems to be willing if I ask her ...and pay for the dancing classes. The man pays, the woman puts out: thus it has always been, thus shall it be. \n\n- [[I invest time and money into dancing.|g13a][$flirt += 1; $dance += 1]]\n- [[That would be wasteful.|g14]]
Andy sighs: "//That is what I have been thinking, you whore!//" \n\nSteph slaps my ass: "//Whore! Whore! Whore!//" \n\n[[They giggle.|8sat1]]
Our top fellow is called to the board in math, and shows us how this works. I think that at least half of us actually understand this now. Weird: is it not illegal to EXPLAIN math? \n\nSociology is about peer groups: I understand that and ace the lessons. Group cohesion determines the survival of a group. \n\nWhen we line up for lunch we also get letters from home. <<if $letters gte 1>>My sister has written me, my parents are obviously too busy right now. \nMy sister tells me that her baby is fine, but that she is a little tired. I do not think that she is happy with her late husbands finances. Huh. I have always thought that the guy was loaded.<<else>>No one has written me.<<endif>>\n\nLunch is some vegetable soup, with mineral water and vitamins. They are free with the spices...\n[img[study]]\nThen we have more study time: \n- [[Time to relax!|1wed6][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]] \n- [[Study some, relax some: balance is important.|1wed6][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|1wed6][$standing -= 1; $learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]
[>img[lact]]I frown: "Do you need my help here in town?" \n\nMy sister sigh: "//Not really. You have been helping a lot, to be honest. But unless you have lots of money or can work in a pub you cannot help me right now.//" \nShe smiles: "//But thank you for asking.//" \nShe gives me a peck on the cheek. In moments like this I really wish she would cover her teats after breastfeeding my nephew. Her bare emptied breasts are distracting.\n\nI am somewhat happy that she will get by alone: [[I would have hated to miss out on my fellows.|g23]]
[>img[studying]]We get the usual wake-up, shower and have breakfast: all before 9 o'clock on Sunday. When this terrible term is over I will sleep for a week! <<set $sidebar to 3>>\nAfter breakfast we discuss the plays: There are three play that we can choose from: a horror play, a social drama and a metupia.\n\nA metupia is like an utopia, I learn: but while an utopia is a play about how things SHOULD be when all was well (but that has no place -ou topos- in real life), an metupia is a play about fears: not "has no place" but "shall-never-become-real"). \nSome call that "distopia", but that is because they do not know Greek. "me" means: "NO ...PLease, NO!!" \n\nOur teacher laughs: "Well, you are all very ...uncomplicated, gentlemen. Some might assume the last play was an utopia, not a metupia. But let us vote on the play that we will produce."\nSince all plays get some votes and we do simple majority my vote will decide between [[horror]], [[drama]] or [[metupia]].
[>img[cock]]I have no idea what the others do during the afternoon: I just go to bed after lunch and wake up for breakfast. Not all rested, but less tired. \n\nWe have survive the second week, and if I tell no one about Friday night no lasting harm will come from that. \n\nI especially must never tell anyone about the weird dream I had when I finally got some rest...\nFreud is a bad man, and Jung is quite possibly worse.\n\nBut I have no real problem because nothing ever happened: [[I just brush my teeth for a couple of hours, and all is well.|3mon1]]
We are all a little lame for some days, but time is on our side. The mishap happened on the last schoolday before a long weekend. \n[>img[tomb]]Friday, the November 1st, is a a national holiday where we do gardening at our family graves. Therefore we have some days to recover. This is a solemn time of the year, and we cannot make-out with our girls or march in line during that long weekend anyhow. \n\nMy sister is prepping the grave of her late husband the first time this year, and I am helping her: that keeps gossips and rudes at bay. Family support means something in our town. \n\nWhen we are heading out of the cemetery my sister ruffles my hair: "//That was actually helpful. Who would have thought that you had that in you?//" She sighs: "//I will not be in town at Sylvester and New Year. A fellow from school -the only one who still talks to me- has invited me to her place. She is studying in Tübingen, and I need to get out of this town for some days. \nThat means that I need a housesitter: Greatuncle Earnest will get someone for the pub, there are always drunks at Sylvester. \nMaking you the housesitter means that you will invite your fellows and your little tramps and try to fuck them on New Year's Eve. I am no idiot, and New Year's Eve is the second most popular day to make babies in this town. \nDo what you have to do: on two conditions. First: ask before you fuck. Second: clean the house when you leave. I do not want to clean up old cum stains from you or the other brats when I come back. Are we VERY clear on these conditions?//" \n\nI am a little insulted: of course I will ask before I fuck my girl. And I will cum inside her, not onto my sister's bedspread. \n[[I am a civilized man.|g20]]
This is a complete and unexpected disaster. In all honesty I think that the evil Red feminist teachers are as surprised as we are. Of course we accept the razors, and of course we start to shave our arms and legs: we are all shaving our manly beards, and nothing as meaningless as shaven legs will deter us from our manly resistance to this evil Red feminist attack on our way of life. \nBUT none of us has ever shaved his legs, and this is different from shaving face and throat: obviously. We are all bleeding like pigs within ten minutes. \n\n[>img[bandages]]No one faints or bleeds to death or anything, but our clothes and the changing rooms where we are shaving are sprinkled with blood, and we need bandages: lots and lots of bandages. \nOne cannot, however, just order bandages for a Mass Casualty level accident: that causes rumours, and rumours are the social death of everyone involved. That is utterly unacceptable: whatever happens, there must be NO RUMOURS. \nThankfully we are alone with the evil Red headmistress and the butches: all our good teachers would go spare at the sight of our year bleeding from arms and legs. \n\nTo our very surprise our evil Red headmistress is able to handle this situation (of her own making): within a couple of hours she gets a delivery from a nearby pharmaceutical group. \n\nPicking up the bill will be an entirely different matter, I guess. But that is on our evil Red headmistress. \nShe has some funds: someone has paid for the uniforms and the razors, after all. I doubt that her funds will easily suck up these costs, though.\n[[The fight is on: we are bleeding, but we have won the day.|g19]]
We dress into the silly uniforms: knee long skirts with blouses and jackets. A tie, even. Well: we know how to bind a tie. I do not think that any girls in town can do that. We are also wearing knee high socks. \n\nOne of our old-school guys quotes a manly Greek poet: "//May you die with covered thighs and covered head so that death find nothing but beauty in you.//" \n\nWe laugh and go to class: what is the differenct between these silly uniforms and wearing a costume? Our local grande fete is the Riflemen Reenactors' Fair, but the second most important time of the year is the annual carnival. Costumes hold no threats for us. \n\nAt the end of the school day our evil Red headmistress has us ushered into the annex aula: "//This is your first extracurricular lesson. Thank you for attending: failing to do so means that you drop out of school. \nToday you are learning about modern femine body hygene. Nothing untowards: something that some doctors and sport counsellours advise for anyone. \nShaving. Specifically you will -from now on until graduation- shave your arms and legs. \nThat is how it started for women, about a century ago. \nUse the razors that you are given and shave, pupils. Now.//" \n[[The butch gymnastic teachers give us razors.|g18]]\n[img[shave]]
[>img[uniform]]Our history teacher -who hates us- ushers us into the annex in the next morning: do the Reds really //mean// that shit?! \n\nShe points to the secondary gymnastics hall in the annex (that used to be a smaller school once): "//Pick up your school uniforms. Go to the changing rooms. You are all asigned a locker. Change into your school uniforms and go to class. \nMake speed, you are not to be late for class.//" \n\nOne of our brasher guys shrugs: "//Will you visit us in the changing rooms if we have problems while we change?//" \n\nI frown: that is in ill taste. We are the cultered ones, after all. \n\nOne of our butch -probably lesbian- gymnastic trainers steps forward: "//I will. I will help you to collect your things and escort you out of the building. Then you can either join a mixed class or drop out of school. Your choice.//" She laughs: "//You could also try to attack me: but you are no brutes, are you?//" \n\nShe and her "partner" laugh: they are both build like (ugly) walls and either did weightlifting or wrestling or something before they became teachers. Being called "brute" by these two ...thuggish, unfeminine... \n- [[I have to collect my "uniform".|g17]]\n- [[Or walk away.|g16a]]
[>img[et margot]]Our evil Red headmistress adresses our year at the beginning of school: "//Your questionaires have been evaluated. Fascinating answers. We will put your bravado to the test: until the end of the year your year will use the annex. You will not put a foot into the main building, and no other pupil walks into the annex. \n\nThat is for your own protection: if you really want to go through with this, you will have to show the resolve. \n\nYou have some VERY fixed ideas about gender roles in general and education and schooling in particular. Some say that you are pranking us, some suggest that you really mean that. \nWe will see. \n\nHere is the offer from the town administration, approved by the state department of education that ranks the district governour: either you switch into mixed classes effective immediately OR you volunteer for a sociological experiment. IF you are all really that stubborn, we will make the best of this and gather sociological data. \n\nThat means: if you insist in finishing your last year in high school as a single gender learning group, you may. As long as you are willing to do it as the other gender: we are not letting toxic masculinity run riot. If you insist in one-gender schooling -with school uniform and all what you insisted on in the questionaires- you will wear girl uniforms, do girl sports and learn about female gender roles in extracurricular activities. \nWe will do this within the school annex: we will not force you to wear skirts in town. But during classes, in the annex, you WILL wear school uniforms with skirt all the time.\n\nThis is our offer: learn or surrender.//" \n\nThis is a joke. Has to be a joke. We take the day off and talk this over: [[We shall never surrender.|g16]]
[>img[mcg]]Our German teacher takes a double lesson today to talk with us about these questionaires: "//Are you all really, really sure about this? I do not want to judge, mind: but this seems more than unusual and I am worried by this, truth to be told.//" \n\nSome guys want to tell her off, but she is one of the good teachers, and we like her. We silence the rowdies -one must be polite with authority- and tell her that we do mean this. \n\nShe nods: "//If that is your informed choice, I will not stop you. But please make sure that this is right for each of you. That is a big decision.//" She does look worried, so we are extra polite and pay attention during class: that always brightens her mood. \n\nBack at home my mother and my sister fight, and stop talking to each other again. Well, I did not realize they were talking. Nothing new, really. \n\n[[We do some training marches with our girl, and they cheer us.|g15]]
[<img[questionaire]]At the end of that week we get a questionaire: our year, that is. What are our opinons on...\n- gender roles\n- mixed schools\n- education for women\n- marriage\n- family\n- sexual matters\nA weird, thick questionaire. We decide to check this thoroughly at home and answer in sync. Some questions are multiple choice, some call for short, one paragraph essays. \n\nWe split the prep work, and I go help my sister with her paperwork. When we are done I show her my paperwork: "I do not know what to write in the essays yet -someone else is prepping that- but how do you feel about marriage?" \n\nMy sister stares at me for a moment, then she shakes her head: "//The worst thing is that you do not even want to hurt me. You are just an idiot. Ok. Marriage has a social, a legal and an emotional aspect. Wives are accepted by other wives with traditional values, children that are raised in societies where women raise kids and married men that respect boundaries. \nYour father is not sleeping with married women: divorced ones and unmarried ones, yes, on occasion. But not married ones. Your mother is not sleeping with married men, either. \nThe legal aspect is the most reliable since the law will usually be applied impartially: lawyers like being unemotionally cruel. \nThe emotional aspect of marriage ...depends on the reason for the couple to marry. It is always a dependency: that is why your parents are not getting divorced. Too costly in every way.//" \n\nHey! My parents are her parents, too: even if they forget to mention her. This is not exactly charming. I think marriage is a good thing: I get a faithful wife, and she gets children, a home and spare money. If she does sports I will even keep fucking her. \nApropos: I do happier things and work on my girl by... \n- [[giving her flowers.|g13][$flirt += 1]]\n- [[taking her to cinema for a feel.|g13]]\n- [[a little kiss and touch.|g13][$flirt -= 1]]
[>img[lact]]I am still in thought when I visit my sister. She shrugs -her leaky teats bounce in a saggy way- and tells me: "//Cousin Erika is on the rebound from her ex. She may want to go girly, but she is a couple of years older than you. The best looking girl that I know, though.\nMy former best friend Betty has a sister, Lissy: your age, very much under her parents' thumb and probably very willing to rebel in a stupid way. I am told that she is taking it in the ass occasionally from her cousin already, but if she is not letting him in through the main gate by now she never will. Willingly, that is. \nThe daughter of my cleaner is your age, too. Claire is a little simple, but buxom. That will make up for many things with guys like you and your fellows. \nFor the fourth girl ...oh, well: Lissy's best friend is a little minx, I guess. Maybe a little too hot a rod for boys your age. Maybe really bad to hang with Mike, that shithead. \nWhatever: these are the only girls that may be willing to go out with you and your fellows.//" \n\nI smile: "Thank you, but I only need one girl." \n\nMy sister pats me on the head: "//That Steve is training for whatever sports competition is next. Mike the pig is fucking is father's whores and Tom is not thinking about pussies when he wanks. If your little gang of marching manlings wants four girls you have to get them.//" \n\nI discuss matters with my fellows -not my sister's rude words, of course- and they agree to try these four girls: or lend a couple of young professionals from Mike's father. But that is undesirable in public. \n\nI talk to the girls, and they //may// be agreeable. We need to work them for a while, of course: that is expected. One of them will be my girl (if I play my cards right), and since I am the connection I get to pick: \n- Erika. [[Older, but good looking and a little desperate.|g12][$girl to 1; $flirt to 2]]\n- Lissy. [[Already anally active and maybe willing to try more.|g12][$girl to 2; $flirt to 3]]\n- Claire. [[A little vulgar but buxom.|g12][$girl to 3; $flirt to 3]]\n- Lissy. [[A minx, and the most certain bet for a homerun.|g12][$girl to 4; $flirt to 4]]
At the beginning of the next week there still is no answer from the district governour, and we are all getting nervous. There is a lot of fighting at various levels of the federal, state and district government, and the Red hold the State and -scandal!- our town. \n\nSteve calls us together: "//We need girls.//" Tom starts to neigh, but Steve shrugs: "//None of the whores that Mike's father runs. Girls for the fair and the annual Riflemen Reeanactors' Guild ball: good girls.//" \n[img[four]]\nUsually we would simply march over to the girls' school and wait for four interested girls: they need ...dancing partners, after all. But since our juniors have accepted girls into their classes, the girls' school are no longer talking to any of us. We need other single, socially acceptable girls that have to look remotely marriagable from afar in the dark. One does not marry one's ball dame, but one scores with her. \nCondoms make sure she does not have to drop out of school like my drunken tramp of a sister: drunks cannot put condoms onto dicks. Cumming into one's girl is always fun, I am told, but the honorable thing is to marry her when she gets knocked up. None of us four can afford to marry any available girls -we have to marry money, and monied girls get popped by even richer guys- so we need low maintenance, barely middle class gals who think this is a dare of sorts. \nSometime men have to put up with gals that do not put out: maybe we are such a bad year, due to the circumstances. \n[[But we can at least TRY to get some willing and acceptable damsels.|g11]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your nineth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a sports class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the fourth of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hall for breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" <<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 10; $charpic to 24; $fitness to 8; $code to 1>> \nI do nothing of that kind: I run to the toilet and barf, like every morning. Not that I am alone: half of us cannot stand the idea of this breakfast. Well, the other half gets ill from the mere sight of lunch. \n\n[>img[uniform]]When we get to breakfast belatedly the evil headmistress is not alone at her table: a smartly dressed woman -looks like a lawyer- sits next to her. When we are all on our seats, naked with a towel on each chair, the other woman looks at the headmistress with a smile and says something. She pats the hand of our evil headmistress, gets up and leaves without so much as a nod in our direction. \n\nThe mean headmistress raises an eyebrow and gets up: "//Pupils, due to your advances in learning -slow as they may be- the dresscode is hereby changed. \n\nYou are to wear school uniforms during classes. Sports and nights remain bare body experiences, but otherwise you will be dressed in school.\n\nYou will be assigned new uniforms after breakfast.//" \n\nWe cheer. This has to be the first time that she says something and we cheer. \n[[We are winning back lost ground!|10mon2][$code to 0]]
We are woken up by the evil headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your nineth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nYesterday evening many of you choose NOT to have dinner but to go hide in their rooms. Such rudeness is not tolerated: the fress code is herebye prolonged for another week.//"\nBitch! Of course we all ran and hid! She is just looking for anything to keep us naked all the time! \n\nAnother day, but the same routine: see the breakfast, get sick, get milked. We all hate it. \n\nThen we go to class: today we are writing Math for four hours.\n\nLunch is the same sad story as everyday. Rice with vegetarian meatballs in white sauce. DisGUSTING!!\n\n[>img[dip2]]After a short break my dancing trainer whirls me around the floor mercilessly, and when I am hanging on her arm for the final dip she winks at me: "//You are none TOO fit, really. Mademoiselle, if you do not pay attention you will become fat, with saggy boobs and a broad ass!//" \n\nHer colleague rolls her eyes: "//As if any of them did not have saggy tits and fat asses already!//" \n\nI run a away and cry in the shower: they are MEAN! \n\nDinner sucks, too. [[At least my sister's letter has arrived.|9thur2]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Friday of your second week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an swimming class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 3>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed. I manage to get into my school costume without help today: I am feeling -somewhat- better today. Not good: just better. I have lost much weight and need a new belt: my old one is too wide. That means I go to breakfast (milkshake and vitamins) with my hand on my silly skirt to that the bloody thing does not drop. \n\nClasses still speed by: those are GOOD pain killers that I am getting. I do not even mind lunch all that much: we get solid food again, but it is another fish curry on rice. \n\nAfter that I can (for the first time this week) try and study: \n- [[as hard as I can|2fri2][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]] \nor \n- [[as little as I can without a harpy of a teacher descending upon me in my weakened state.|2fri2][$fitness -= 1]] \n\n\n
[>img[medic dressed]]Today I can use the toilet without assistance: and I realize for the first time that I am wearing that security box. One CAN obviously pee with that one. I blush a little, but my medic smiles: "//That just ensures that all is safe and clean down there. You need to keep that on for another week, ok?//" \n\nIf I have to... I nod, and she smiles and ruffles my hair. \n\n"//Ok. Now brace yourself, dear: here come the fake breasts.//" \n<<set $charpic to 5>>\nI gulps, and wince when the suction caps grapple my swollen nipples: the medication does not seem to reduce allergic swelling. \n\nMy medic hands me the googles and the showercap, and I get another layer of toner everywhere else: this week even the fake tits and my rear gets sprayed. My privates are covered by the box, of course. \n\nWhy my rear? \n...\nDo we have to go to that DANCE where that //MAN// fondles my ass all the time?! \n\n[[I pale a little and put on that silly swimming combination again.|2fri3]]
[>img[pool1]]We get into the bus, in highheels and bathing robes. The ride to the swimming pool really bumpy again, and I feel every bounce of my fakes as if someone was twisting my nipples.\n\nThis week the parking lot is full of watchers who enjoys our sight with all the strutting and bouncing forced on us by the high heels and fake boobs with no bras. Some applaud, but others shrug: "//Nice, but nowhere as nice as the other show. Maybe if these tramps were naked, too...//" \n\nOne of my classmates obviously decides to counter their bad manners by putting the joke on THEM: he waves at them and flashes his robes open while doing a pirouette. Our teachers do not like that: at least the butches don't like that. Our history teacher smirks. \n\nIn the pool we drop our bathing robes, get out of these bloody high heels and endure another merciless drilling. \n<<set $sidebar to 6; $shame += 1; $charpic to 17>>\nWhen we strut back our history teacher tells us: "//One lap off next week for everyone who does the flashing and the pirouette!//" \nSeveral of my classmates do that: I feel disgusted, maybe the first time that I agree with the butches. THEY do not like that at all. But the history teacher ranks them: sport teachers are ...not the intellectual elite, after all. \n[[The watchers DO enjoy the show, though.|2fr4]]
<<set $sidebar to 1; $week to 0; $charpic to 0; $place to 0; $standing to 40; $parents to 1; $sister to 20; $greatuncle to 40; $shame to 5; $will to 5; $insight to 0; $learning to 10; $dance to 5; $fitness to 5; $mblow to 0; $mfacial to 0; $mcreampie to 0; $mvaginal to 0; $tug to 0; $titcumshot to 0; $blow to 0; $facial to 0; $anal to 0; $asscumshot to 0; $vaginal to 0; $creampie to 0; $fellows to 0; $flirt to 0; $pussytats to 0; $code to 0>>
[<img[ndance]]Dancing is really weird today: naked, in high heels. Our trainers are not in agreement for once: one of them thinks that they should also be naked since we are all naked, the other one does not like the idea. \n\nIn the end they compromise: they teach dressed, as always, but they dance with each other during the enforced nakedness weeks instead of dancing with one of us. \n\nThe other freed partner is dancing with me. Badly: she is completely drugged out of her mind and keeps wrapping a leg around my hips. Weird, these drugs. \n\nOur naked dinner is the usual bad and the new bad: cheese sandwiches with milk and vitamine, sitting on a towel with bare arses. \n\n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|6fri1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|6fri1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your sixth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \n\n[>img[milka]]We swing our bare arses and swinging boobs -the late bloomers bounce rather than swing- to the hall where we eat our cheese sandwiches, drink our milk and take our vitamins on chairs covered with towels. \n\nRidiculous, really. \n\nOf course I get sick again: after this bad breakfast I run to the toilets and barf. \n\nThen we write a six hour history test. \nI think I have passed. \nProbably. \n\nLunch is fake meatballs -with mayonaise, again- and milk. I barely manage to take my vitamins, and everyone who did not get sick in the morning gets sick now. Bloody fake food. \n\nAfter lunch we spend another hour sitting on towels, all naked: this time in the study hall. \n- [[Time to relax!|6tues2][$fitness -= 4]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|6tues2][$fitness -= 5; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|6tues2][$fitness -= 6; $learning += 2]]
[>img[corn]]I study until lunch: corn on the cob with white sauce. Sometimes I thing the foodstuff is weird...\n\nThere is no news from the conference, the headmistress and her minions are no more forthcoming than the medics -physicians, that is- or our teachers. Well, if we ever want a normal social life back home we depend on their discretion, so this is a good sign. \n\nIf we make it through the wedding night -that is the bottleneck in the life of all deflowered girls- we should be fine. \n...Unless I manage to become a man again, but I am not sure this will work, truth to be told... \n\nAfter dinner we have to choose: swimming (bare assed and watched through the distorting windows) or walking into town. \n\n- Town! [[I am SO not getting naked in front of the hillbillies!|g5sun3a]] I am a chaste girl. \n- Swimming. [[As long as they cannot see our faces it's not THAT bad.|5sun3b]] Maybe even a little kinky...
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Sunday of your fifth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nGo to the shower rooms, take a shower and assemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. \nAfter breakfast you will work on the play by yourselves until lunch. This afternoon you can take a walk to town or go swimming. \nToday your teachers and medics will be in conference. Do not disturb us.//" \n[img[showering]]\nWe discuss that under the showers: most of us think this is a good sign, but Andrea is worried. "//The headmistress will want to punish us, and the medics will want to compromise. Our teachers will try to push the headmistress back: but she is no pushover.//" \n[[Well, Andrea is not wrong about that...|5sun2]]
[>img[et margot]]Dinner is cheese sandwiches with milk. There is some heated discussion at the table of the mean mistress, and after dinner the butch who took the group to the public bath gets up: \n"//There was a misunderstanding today. Next time we go swimming there will be no one else in the bath.//" \nShe sits down, looking VERY unhappy. The other one -who escorted the other group to town- is not any happier. \n\nThen the mean mistress raises: "//Two announcements: first, all outhouse activities have been cancelled for the next fortnight. After that we will have found another public bath for your swimming lessons, and there will be new fugitives in the asylum on the other lakeshore. \nSwimming is healthy, but not in a toxic athmosphere of masculine voyeurism, and dancing is an integral part of this schoolyear. You will have another chance to socialize without repeating the mistakes that you have made.//" \n\nWe murmur: WE made mistakes?? \n\nThe mean mistress hushes us: "//The second announcement concerns your body selfawareness. You have none as a group. We have discussed that and rather than ending this experiment -that is your alternate choice- there is only one way to counter that prudity.\nYou will, for the next fortnight, be indoors. You will also be naked. That way you will have to face your new selves. \nALL of you have named 'two weeks in a nude colony' as something you would expect from your lovers: now you get two -utterly sex-free- weeks in a nude school. \nIf you do not like that, consider it punishment. If that is not acceptable: drop out. We will process you tonight, and you will be gone before midnight.//" \n\nMy medic ever so slightly shakes her head: leaving is probably NOT a good idea. \n- Whatever: [[I am out of here.|deadend]]\n- I get up and tell the mean mistress that [[we will ALL stay!|6mon1]]
[>img[mng]]"//Ok, I do not understand a word you say, hussy: but maybe you are reasonable. \nWell: here is to hope that you keep your pretty mouth shut. \nYou DO look better this week, you know: or maybe I am just getting used to your cheesy faces. \nBut listen: a man has needs. If you are ploy coy: all right. Do that. But if you come back here next week I NEED to fire my main gun, ok? And if you just play with me again I will cum into your face! \nIf you do not want to play, do not walk with me to the playground: should be very easy even for some hillbilly without foreign languages like you.//"\n<<back>>
[>img[room]]After dinner Andrea knocks at our door: "//I have been told to move to your room. Is that ok with you?//" \n\nSteph and I smile and hug her. "Of course it is!"; "//You are our fellow, right?//" \n\nSteph blushes: "//I think girls have friends, not fellows.//" \n\nI rub her shoulder: "I guess you are both, then. Come in." \n\nWe spend a girly night: talking about men and dicks until we fall asleep. That is ok, [[among ourselves.|5sun1]]
[>img[et margot]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Saturday of your fifth week in the boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will get to choose betwseen a bonus swimming class and an internship at a local service provider. \nYou will all take a shower after that. Assemble in your bathrobes in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n\nWe talk on the way to the hall, Stephanie, Andrea and I: this is highly unusual...\n\nStephanie bites her lips: "//I do not like the pool: they will make us swim naked, and one CAN see shapes through that glass if no details. The hillbillies WILL watch!//" \n\nI nod: "Of course they will!"\nWe would have done the same back when we were men. \n\nAndrea frowns. "//But what 'local service provider' needs that many naked interns in bathrobes?//" \n\nStephanie gulps: "//Didn't someone mention a 'Free Entry Club' in that shitty town?!//" \n\nWe pale: the horror! Nobody must know that we are no virgins any more! We cannot work as whores in a nude club! \nAfter breakfast -corndogs with milk- all but the completely doped up REFUSE to do an internship //or// the public nude swimming: [[the word has spread.|5sat2]]
[img[shooting1]]\nThe good news is that we do not have to do an internship at the "local service provider". The doped up ones do that. They do not mind because they have no minds any more. \n\nNor do we have to do the naked swim show for the hillhillies at the pool. The cowards who gave in to the mean mistress' threats do that. \nWe, the "ringleaders" -Steph, Andrea, I and three others- have to do another 'internship' as nude models: but we manage to keep our faces out of the camera. We check all pictures: our asses are in full sight -that is BAD!- but our faces are not. \n<<set $will += 2; $shame += 2>>\nWell, shit happens: [[but no one must know that we are ...not exactly CHASTE.|5sat3]]
[>img[coconut]]At dinner -coconuts again- the mean mistress adresses us again: "//Well, like many of your undertaking today did not go well. The interns performed abysmally, I am told. The swim team did not listen to instructions but spend all the swimming lesson in the water, and the model group refused any pictures of their faces taken.//" \n\nOur German teacher raises an eyebrow: "//I am surprised that a feminist like you wants your students to become models. What fashion label did you say have they modelled for?//" \n\nThe mean mistress stares at our teacher, but she is not looking away. My medic (who sits next to our teacher) leans forward, blocking their line of side and takes a glass of water. \nShe looks at our headmistress: "//Well, not everything works as plan. That is no surprise to us medical personel. Pedagogics are your field, of course: but if we see that something does not work, we stop trying that. Maybe internships on top of the school curriculum are too much.//" \nShe smiles politely. \n\nThe mean mistress raises an eyebrow, and our medics winks at her. "//Like I said: I am not presuming to know your field of expertise any more than you know mine, headmistress: but maybe give this some thought.//" \n\nThe headmistress nods, and we all take a deep breath. Whatever almost happened: [[this was close.|5sat4]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your nineth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a sports class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the third of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \n\nAnother day, but the same routine: see the breakfast, get sick, get milked. We all hate it. \n\nThen we go to class: today we are writing social studies for four hours. Then we get a break, and most of us simply go to bed until lunch. I am getting tired of all this shit, too. \n\nAfter the usual lunch ritual -I still can face that horrible food after protesting in the morning- we study hard for math: there is another written coming. All part of our a-levels. \n\nSports means "swimming" again: not in the lake, though. \n[img[poolside]]\nNaked swimming, nonetheless: and this time the horny guys are the locals, and they are all getting a VERY good view of our nakedness. [[I hate my life!|9thur]]
[>img[mng]]This time the huge guy walks me directly to the abonded factory: to a corner behind the main building. \n\nThe MOMENT we are out of sight from the social centre he gropes my, my ...//ASS//!! I almost squeal! \nBut I cannot, of course: somebody might hear me and ask WHY I was squealing! I do not want anyonw to know that a MAN GROPED MY ASS!!! I could never live the shame down! \n\nThen he goes for my BOOBS and tries to pull my dress down! \nOf course I slap him, as hard as I can. \nBut he ...slaps me back!! \nI drop to the concrete floor, bawling like a girl.\n\nHe squats next to me and babbles at me: "//Qu'est-ce que la putain de fille? Pourquoi tu me frappes ?! Tu avez accepté cela la dernière fois, n'est-ce pas ? Oh non, ils vont me déporter si tu fais une puanteur ... et tu es une si petite salope !! Ne leur dites pas que je tu ai giflé, n'est-ce pas? S'il te plaît? Jolie s'il-tu-plaît?//" \nI do not understand a [[word|w2french1]], of course: I speak no African languages. Kisuaheli, I guess. Or Zulu? But he is really worried, and sounds really sorry. I REALLY do not need anyone to know that a man went for my fake TITS: not with the assholes calling me "Girly-Tits" already! \n\nAfter a minute or so I am coherent again. I tell him: "Ok, let make a pact: you do not try that ever again, and we will not talk about it. Ever. Ok?" \n\nHe says [[something]] that sounds affirmative, so I nod. \nThen I clean my face, get up and make sure that my clothes are in order. Shit: [[my nylons are unravelled along my left leg!|1fripom2]]
Sadly they cannot really let us go: we cannot afford to let our shame become known and they ...owe a number of, well: sacrifices. \n\nMy medic tries to help me: but the headmistress and her butches are not alone, her controller from the club is also there when they do the deed. \n\nMy medic dies at my side.\n\nThe good news is: sacrificing people with ...ties... is a BAD idea. But that does not help me, my fellows or my medic any more.\nEND.
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your eighth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a sports class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the third of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hall for breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" <<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 8; $charpic to 22; $fitness to 7; $code to 1>> \n\nI do not like walking naked in public -even among girls- but I HATE this breakfast: cheese sandwiches with vitamins and milk. I run to the toilet to barf afterwards with the usual fellows. \n\n[>img[lepanto]]We start presentations: <<if $historyproject eq 0>>Ours is lousy, to be honest. \nAnd our teacher IS honest. \nI am ashamed of myself. <<set $shame += 2; $will -= 2; $learning -= 2>> <<elseif $historyproject eq 1>>Ours is mediocre. \nMy teacher sighs: "//Well, this is no good learning athmosphere. But you really need to try harder.//" \nWe did not do well, I guess. <<set $shame += 1; $will -= 1>> <<elseif $historyproject eq 3>>Ours is good. In fact: mine is good. \nThe others did not really engage, and it shows when one of the others asks a direct question and our teacher stops me from answering. \nI bite my lips when I hear the nonsense my "partner" bubbles, and offer the correct answer. \nMy teacher discusses our -my- results with me: "//This is a reasonable interpretation of the data.//" <<set $shame -= 2; $will += 2; $learning += 2>> <<endif>>\n\nGerman, Sociology and Math are more relaxed ...other than our nakedness, of course. \n\nLunch is a couple of green, squishy coconuts for everyone again. Disgusting, really, and that is not milk: some whitish, half-clear icky stuff, no milk. We also get REAL milk in bottles, of course: with our vitamins. \n\nNaked basketball is no fun, but our drill butches just shrug: "//This is a no-contact sport. If you do not like the others rubbing against your fat tits, play fair.//" \n\nHuh! As if we COULD get fat with all this brutal training! \n\nDinner is cheese sandwiches with vitamins and milk. 'Quell' surprise', as the hooker said when the old man had an erection. \n\n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|8tues1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|8tues1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]
//Little One, \ntoday our Great-Uncle showed my a report about transgenetics in the Mirror. Then he claimed that YOU -all of you!- were taking part in an experiment that ...changes your SEX?! \nI am coming for a visit on Friday. \nI want to make sure that you are well, and that this boarding school is not some pervert nonsense.//" \nWhat?! \n\n[>img[medic]]I take the letter and run to my medic: that would be utterly shameful!\n\n...and my sister might be in danger, too! \n\nMy medic reads the letter, then she sighs: "//I will go talk to the director. Wait in the attic.//" \n\n...\n\nAn hour later she brings me my letter back: "//I did not even have to show her the letter. Maybe it is better that she does not know about your sister. When I told her that I wanted to talk about you, she told me that tomorrow your greatuncle -not your sister- will visit.//" She sighs: "//Your greatunlce HAS already visited your bush and grove, hasn't he?//" We both look at my bare bush. I blush and nod. She ruffles my hair: "//Then he has firsthand experience about what has happened. Ok: not first HAND. But still: there is no need to hide anymore, or is there?//" \nI show her the need, but she grins: "//Eight inches? Really? Well. Your first was even bigger than THAT, right? But that is a long penis for an old white man. Are you sure?//" I nod. She hugs me. \nThen she sighs: "//Have you tried ORAL sex if you do not want it in the pussy?//" I blink and shake my head. Of course not! She sighs. \n[[I go back to our room before my fellows miss me.|9fri]]
[>img[mng]]"//Ok, slut: you are back, and this time I shoot my gun if you walk out of here with me again. \n\nJust stay here if you do not want that, little slut, but IF you go out with me I get to see those fat tits and cum all over them after you have sucked my dick! \n\nAre we clear about this? I am NOT asking again outside, little slut: do not play coy again. If you walk out you show me your naked fat tits, blow me and I cum all over your fat udders!//"\n<<back>>
[<img[anal]]Then the monster dick is IN MY ASS!\nIn my ASSHOLE!!\nIn my intestines up to my bloody somach!!!\n..and all out with a hard pull!\nThat hurts, too. \n\nI scream, of course. \nI am not the only one who scream...\nMost of us do, maybe ALL of us!\n<<set $anal += 1>>\nThat turns him ON: he fucks me even harder!!\n\nHow terrible! My heart breaks ...wait: no, the bloody nipple rings have broken under my fakes from his hard kneading. \n[[I wail and he fucks my asshole.|3frid5][$asscumshot += 1]]
[>img[dancing]]Dancing class would be almost nice ...if my trainer did not whisper into my ear: "//Don't feel TOO bad about your popped cherry, little one: virgins do have a harder time when they are menstruating.//" \n\nMenstruating?! \nDisgusting! \n<<set $dancing += 1; $power += 1>>\nWe are all quite firm in the female steps now: at least the basics. Better even than we were before with the male steps. \nWe did not get drilled like this back then: we just wanted to have fun and get our girl in the mood to put out. Those times are over now, I guess.\n\nAfter dinner -cheese sandwiches and mineral water- we have the evening off. <<if $asshole eq 1>>[[The assholes fuck me in our room.|5wed1][$creampie += 2; $shame += 1]]\n[img[fellowed]] <<else>>I flee to the loft room and study: if I cannot get out of here at least [[I need to know what is going on.|5wed1][$will += 1; $insight += 1]] <<endif>>
This is an adult text game. There will be violence, sex and nudity as well as weirdness, horror and magic. To play this game you, gentle playerperson, have to be a legal adult who is able to differentiate between reality and fantasy, and you have to be willing to take the role of the main character. <<set $sidebar to 1>>\nThe main character is completely fictional, and his/her opinion do not reflect my opinions as the gamebuilderperson any more than they may reflect yours. \n\nThe game has humilitation, involuntary male to female transgendering, pregnancy, milking, cumshots and involuntary sex content. There are also traditionalist customs, bygone politics and evil cultists. Please do not do ANY of this at home: sex requires outspoken agreement of all -adult and free-willed- participants, pregnancy can be a good thing but traditionalists, politics and cultists are always evil and icky-wicky. A spoiler: please note the tags and note what tags are NOT there. \n\nThe game also has a lot of grinding content: there will be 26 weeks //of school// in a boarding school. Before the main character gets to the boarding school, we will fastforward through autumn and winter, but we will hit the ground running in January 1st, 1992, and end on Graduation Day: July 24th. To speed gameplay you can fastforward all school weeks from February to July and the three weeks of Spring Break (that used to be the "Easter Holidays" in Germany). \n\nThere are several stats: \n- Standing is the esteem of the main character's peers\n- Family is the connection to the main character's family. That stat is split: the first value is for the parents, the second for the sister. The 3rd is for the greatuncle. \n- Shame is personal and defined by the main character's values: NOT by yours or mine. \n- Learning is just that (this is the final year in highschool where everyone is 18 or older in 1992 Germany). \n- Dancing will be important later in the game...\n- Fitness is important if one wants to engage in extracurricular activities. Fitness starts at 5, each action is listed with a cost value if any. \n- Will is the ability to act contrary to what is expected (going with the flow is indeed a value hold in high esteem by the main character, though)\n- Insight is relevant only if you choose the bookish path. \n- Experience is, well: sex. That stat will change in the game, of course. Sex stats are split in hands/oral/anal/vaginal: both experience and, well: results. Cum on hands, faces, backs and inside vaginas. \n\nPlease start the game [[here.|g1]]
[img[team]]\nWe wave at our guys when we get out of the bus, and they are happy to see us: as long and hard as every time. \nMaybe this is a bad idea. \nBut we are committed now, so we take each other by the hand -it's not gay when girls do that- and walk over to the guys. \n\nThey are more than happy to share. My man tells us: "//Your queen told us that tonight we have to share you since some of you have left.//" \nHis fellow shrugs: "//Well, all the hot girls are here. The slowpows and the bully-bitches are gone.//" \nThe third guy grops Andrea's ass ...and mine: "//Whatever: let us get our girls to safety. The others are going to gangbang the leftovers: last chance, I guess.//" Hey: hands off!!\n\nWe go to a room with a huge bed -do they share beds in Africa?- and the three of us get out off the uniforms: we got undies this time. \nI tell Steph and Andrea in a low voice: "Let's how far we get with a hand and a kiss. We can also compare sizes, and maybe that's it for tonight." \n[[They both smile and nod.|5fri6]]
What I was missing from our evil headmistress' speech was: "//There is no dance tonight: to say goodbye in a good way you will just promenade.//" \n<<set $creampie += 6; $vaginal += 6; $blow += 6; $anal += 6; $facial += 6; $titcumshot += 6>>\nI avoid going with Stephanie and Andrea, but I HAVE to go socializing, and a group of guys walk me to a room: "//We are all missing our dance partners: you will have to suffice. Brace yourself, little whore.//" \n[img[ganged]]\nWhy are they all that HUGE? Why are they all that rough?! Why can they all do it thrice?! Why do they put it in my pussy, my ass and my mouth at the same time??! \nOne of them hoses me down -with water, for a change- and tells me: "//You are the hottest three-hole-whore that we have ever fucked! You will totally get rich. You were born to be a whore, babe!//" \nAndrea and Stephanie carry me to the bus: [[I will probably never be able to walk again.|5sat1]]
[>img[boxers]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now: the evil Red headmistress adresses us over the speakers in all rooms: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. \n\nToday you will take dance classes in the morning, go to your first weekly medical check and go swimming in the afternoon. In the evening you will go to the first Dance And Socializing event.\n\nGet up. \nGo to the shower rooms. \nTake a shower NOW. \n\nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 0' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n\nWhen I get out of bed I see an unasked for sight: one of my fellows has a raging boner, and he is staring at my fake boobs. \n- [[I shrug and wonder whether I should polish my own sword tonight when we are back from that dance.|g41]]\n- [[I grin and shake my fakes like any good slut.|g41][$standing -= 1; $tittygirl to 1]]\n- [[I blush and look away.|g41][$standing -= 1; $tittygirl to 1]]
[>img[midheels]]The breakfast is ok, but the next hours are torture: not only do the dancing coaches start drilling us like army sergeants, these bloody heels are totally killing my feet! \n\nWe do one hour of warmups -in heels- then a second hour of steps, lined up in the training hall -also in heels- followed by a walk around the school -in heels- and yet another hour of "dancing" with partners: and I do not even get to lead!\nI am one of the unlucky ones who gets to show steps with one of the trainers, and they rile me and the other victim mercilessly when we step wrong: and of course we do that a lot...\n\nLunch is not great -I think the pills help, I feel more energetic after taking them- and then we are off to our first weekly medical check. Well, our second medical check in the boarding school: nothing new, I guess.\n\nWhile we wait to be seen some guys write home: without mentioning the weird things, of course. I could do that, too: \n- [[but I am too busy chatting with the others.|g42]]\n- [[I write letters to my parents and my sister.|g42a][$letters to 1]]\n- [[I write a letter to my sister.|g42b][$letters to 2]]
[>img[mamography]]The resident doctor checks our (real) chests with some machine, then I am send to my medic. She welcomes me with a smile and checks my swollen nipples: "//You are looking good, really: this is a strong reaction, but well within the norm. We will check weekly anyhow: but if you would need something during the week, please do not hesitate to call me.//" \nShe winks: "//Preferrably during office hours. But do come if you need to talk or there is something worrying you, ok?//" \n\nI smile and nod. She is nice, and I am breathing freely for the first time in days without the bloody fakes: will we have to wear them even in bed? They must weight a ...lot. \n\nMy medic checks my chest: I blush since we were not allowed time to shower after the dancing class. My medic smiles: "//Being sweaty is no bad thing, Pat. And it will actually help with the next step. Brace yourself: this will feel a little cold.//" \n\nShe wipes my chest with medical alcohol, and my nipples DO feel cold: wow! WOW!! \n\nShe smiles and tells me: "//Arms up, close your eyes.//"\n[[I do that.|g43]]
[<img[fakes]]She pulls something over my head ...and //POPS// it onto my chest. <<set $charpic to 3>>\nMy nipples are under some nobs, and I feel ...weird. \n\nThe medic pulls down my pants, and I almost spray my happy surprise all over her. \nShe raises an eyebrow: "//I have been told that these prothetics are ...touch sensitive. I guess that works rather well, don't you think?//" \n\nHer sisterly smile does NOT enhance my standing power, and when she sprays desinfactant over my manhood I feel limb and tiny. My medic straps some box onto my manhood: "//There you go. That comes off tonight: but we do not want you to go swimming with an erection; and your dance partner might also be SOMEWHAT surprised if you reacted to the swing of your own prosthethics, right?//" \n\nShe shows me another box: "//This is how you undo it: there is no way you could harm yourself. Try opening the spare nonetheless: you will have to do that when you go to the toilet, and wrap yourself in afterwards again.//" \n\nI open and close that box a couple of times. Then she tells me to get [[dressed for swimming.|g44]]
[<img[spec bikini]]Our "first bikini" is a silly piece with miniskirts. We have to put these on at the boarding school, under bathing robes: I guess that they do not want to change us in the bath. Probably because we have to wear the plastic fakes even under the bikini tops!\n\nI make a little joke: "Well, at least we will not drown with THESE!" The others laugh, and we are fellows again: together we can get through this ordeal! And since my blood samples are getting checked I am safe from any poisoning attempts, too. So all will be well soon. <<set $standing += 1; $sidebar to 6>>\n\nWe get bussed to a public bath half an hour away, but since we all have changed already, we get to swim two and a half hour before getting bussed back. We change back in the boarding school, take a short shower and are bone tired at the dinner table: even the most sportive of us are not used to doing hours of hard training every day, and swimming is exhausting! \n\nAt least we did not have to wear those heels in the water: but walking from the bus to the bath in bathrobes, heels and a skimpy minidress (called "bikini") feel very, very strange. Some local yokels watch with interest when we walk into the bath. More of them watch when we traps back: in high heels that cause much swing in our fake boobs. \n[[Who would have guessed that heels are that hard to walk in!|g45]]
[>img[bussing]]After dinner -with milkshakes, we need the protein- we have to dress up in our "socialising attires" that we got earlier today.\n\nOops. I thought that they gave us several set of clothes. \nThey did not. They gave us dresses -skimpy ones- with no bras, petticoats or garterbelts. BUT the set comes with nylons, //JEWELRY// and make-up. <<set $charpic to 13; $sidebar to 5>>\n\nOur evil Red headmistress gives us orders by loudspeaker: "//Get ready for the Dance and Sociolising. This is mandatory. Everyone who misses a single dance for whatever reason is thereby dropping out. All parts of your attires are integral parts of the classic female set-up at dances, and you all think highly of dances, don't you? No excuses, pupils: do as you are told or drop out.//" \nBitter, evil bitch! Probably she got laid badly at her prom and has hated men ever since. But what can one do? We must not give in, and get ready ...to get bussed around the lake to the refugee housing! \n\nThe old industrial site has been refitted for refugees, men from Africa who await the courts' decision about their immigration pleas. Of course one cannot house hordes of lonely men in towns where they would be lonely and far from home around women and children: the humane thing is to put them into housing like this one: \na little off traffic so that they can have some rest, with a room each for themselves, warm and cold water and a toilet. Safe, warm and sound, as a paramedic would say. Of course they cannot take jobs -we do not know whether they will be allowed to stay- and there is only so much in the way of books that they can have: libraries in our land do not have books in their tribal languages, I guess. \n\nBut what are we doing //here//, in our ridiculous girly attires? [[I thought we we going for a DANCE?!|g46]]\n
The refugees came here for the better living conditions and they get that. They have their barracks and access to the lake, and they even have a communal centre with a hall. That centre is between the barracks and a factory: the lake is on the other side of the barracks. I guess the factory is closed due to the crisis. That will not sit well with the locals: no work, and money spend on refugees instead of locals without a job. But at least that way the refugees have a larger area to hang and chill, I guess. Don't they like chilling? They do in films and books... \n\n[>img[mng]]But this "Dance" is an utter failure: not only do we all look positvely silly (and cannot walk in high heels), we are also the only (fake) women that these guys have seen in weeks, if not months... and men will be men. \n\nHUGE men, in case of my "dance partner": they are assigned to us by numbers that we are given on the bus ride, and they are our "permanent" partners for the rest of the school year. \n<<set $dancing += 1; $shame += 1>>\nYeah, right: as if a GIRL would dance with a guy who shows her his boner when they meet! One has to wait until the second trip to the cinema at the very least: and I AM NO GIRL!! \nHe is also huge in height and towers over me: not a nice feeling when we //DANCE// with HIM leading! This is ...perverse! \n[[We are so close that his ...monster... almost touches me!|g47]]
After a series of dances when we all hope this is over, at least we "girls" we have to ..."//socialise//"... instead. "//Socialising//" means that we are have to take a walk with our "dance partners" outside. Well, taking a walk is [[tradition|tips]] during dances.\n\n[>img[mng]]As it is my "dance partner" certainly does a lot of talking while we promenade at the lakeside: "//Ecoute, ma fille: tu n'es pas la plus jolie, je suppose, mais c'est agréable de revoir des femmes après tout ce temps. Tu ave aussi de beaux seins: et cela compense plus que votre manque de beauté. Un peu un garçon manqué, n'est-ce pas, hein? Mais avec ces gros seins, tout le monde aimerait t'avoir. \n\nMême si vous avez la grâce d'un pingouin : les avez-vous vu sur youtube ? C'est ainsi que vous marchez, peu nana.\n\nComprene-tou même un mot que je dis ou ête-tu juste un vache stupide avec des mamelles grasses et sans langue étrangère? Save-tu à quel point il est frustrant d'aller dans un pays étranger où personne ne parle une autre langue - pas même le français - et de tu dire que tu n'ête pas éduqué? Mais au moins tu sens bon, petite saloppe!//" <<set $charpic to 14; $dancing += 1>>\nI do not understand a [[word]], so [[I nod and smile.|g48]] \n\n\n\n\n\n
[>img[mng]]When we are done walking up and down the lakeside -they have a small beach reserved for them, quite nice of the local council- he shows me the factory where all the others have gone. Some took a strool at the lakeside first, but most headed straight for the factory grounds. \n\nHe wants to go in, but I do not like factories, so I refuse. We walk around the factory instead and head back to the social centre afterwards where some others are also standing and waiting. I do not think that anyone is talking with their "dance partners": they do not speak German, and we do not speak their tribal language.\n\n[[It would only be polite of them to learn our language since we house them, feed them and keep them safe, right?|g49]]
[>img[et margot]]We are called back in, and have to dance even more: but none of us wants to "promenade" OR dance any more, we want to go home. My partner is quite charming in an overbearing, oversized way. \n\nHe tells me: "//La prochaine fois, laisse tomber tes gros seins de ta robe, bébé! Tous les autres sont proabably obtenir une certaine action déjà. Je n’ai pas besoin de ma saloppe à jouer chaste! Laisse-moi au moins mettre de la crème sur tes dessins animés de lait la semaine prochaine! APRÈS avoir sucé des sucettes, bien sûr!//" \n<<set $charpic to 13>>\nI have no clue [[what]] he said, but I just smile and nod, and that seems to be the right answer. He grins hugely and waves after the bus with the others. \n\nBack in the boarding school we tell our headmistress in no unclear words that THIS will not do. \n\nSadly SHE tells US in equally clear words that this is mandatory: if we refuse to follow what all of us consider to be reasonable and worthy tradition ...then this is OVER and we get reassigned to "normal", mixed classes. \n\n[[Hah! We shall NEVER surrender!|g50][$charpic to 3; $sidebar to 3]]
[>img[medic]]I walk through the building: it's really more of a castle than a mansion, I think. Really big. Lots of stairs, too: I go up some, down some, through some corridors and find myself in a hallway with an open door. I look in -naturally- when I walk down the hallway and see, well: my medical assistant in a state of undress. I blush, look away and tell her I am sorry. \n\nShe laughs: "//I have seen a little more of you than you have seen of me, I guess. But of course me looking at you was professional. \nI take it that you were just walking by and meant no harm: otherwise I would react VERY differently. But as it is: you can see nothing that you will not sooner or later see at the lake. I plan to go swimming, and a bikini shows at least as much as my underwear. \nNo harm done. If anything it is sweet of you to blush.//" \nShe steps closer, and I turn to her, looking her in the face with some effort. \nShe smiles and says: "//I would like to ask you a question: just to be sure. You are here on your own free will, are you not? You know what you are doing and want that, right?//" \n\nI nod, earnestly: of course I do. \n\nShe nods, too: "//Take that hallway, cross the stairs, and take the next staircase back to your room. I will see to this wing being locked: make an appointment if you want to talk with me.//" \n[[She pats me on the shoulder and sends me off.|g33]]
I am so out of this madhouse: sorry, lads ...and lasses.\n\nThis is a brave new world for me now: I have no papers, no family, no fellows. I do have someone who cares for me ...like a sister. \nMost probably I have saved her by making us run, and most certainly I have saved myself. If one lives in a city under an exploding vulcano: is running what a coward would do? \n\nI need to learn more about the world beyond the veil of conventions and half-truth. A world where there is magic and one CAN remodel a human body: without asking permission. \n\nA world where one CAN call up things that one cannot put down: or learn the advanced skills that one needs for REAL life. \nI have much to do...\nEND.
Another jolt goes through him. He was jolting a lot while he came inside me: but this looks different, and his dick is not right now pulsing inside my pussy. \nHe says: "//Wow, c'était bien, petite salope ! Mais tu devais être la seule prostituée jamais vierge... eh bien, jusqu'à ce que j'ouvre ton faiseur d'argent. Maintenant, tu es comme n'importe quelle autre pute, bien sûr.Eh bien, au moins, tu n'êtes plus trop serré avec tu-même.//" \n\nI stare at him with wide eyes -and other wide openings- and say: "What?!"\n\n[>img[tender]]The pendants slip off my nipples as he repeats that: "//I said: Wow, that was good, little slut! But you must have been the only ever virgin hooker ...well, until I drilled your moneymaker open. \nNow you are just like the rest. \nWell, at least you are not too tight to whore yourself anymore. Why don't you hillbillies learn ONE foreign language?//" \n\nI sulk: "Why would we learn an African language?" \n\nHe stares at me: "//Well, first of all you DO speak this language: obviously. Second: we are -as you REALLY should know- speaking FRENCH!! The bloody European language that your people forced on my ancestors! The 'Langauge of the World'!//" \nHe shudders: "//Well, you are better than the other colonials: you are killing us only for adminstrative reasons. The other colonials are trying to kill us all. Europeans are the lesser evil, if you ask me.//" \n\nWe are WHAT?! Wait ... FRENCH? I speak FRENCH now? [[How?!|4fri20]]
[>img[studying]]We get the usual wake-up, shower and have breakfast: all before 9 o'clock on Sunday. When this terrible term is over I will sleep for a week! \n<<set $sidebar to 3>>\nThen we train for our plays: the votes are in, we will produce <<if $play eq 1>>The horror play, Wanton Cove. <<elseif $play eq 2>>the drame, Inheritance. <<elseif $play eq 3>>The Dystopian Comedy, Futa Apocalypse. <<endif>>\nToday we are assigned roles: "//Each of you will study one role and a back up role. We will have four primary actors for every lead role: each of you will perform once. There will be three evening shows during Graduation Week, and one show in school during the graduation celebration: who plays his main role when will be determined by the quality of your acting. \nThe back up role is the classic chorus: non speaking members of crowds. Any questions?//" \n\nI get one of the lead roles: <<if $play eq 1>>the detective. <<elseif $play eq 2>>the heir. <<elseif $play eq 3>>the Runner. <<endif>> <<if $learning gte 10>>My teacher tells me: "//Keep up school work, too: but I think that you are up to this.//" <<else>>My teacher tells me: "//You have -largely untrained- potential. Do engage in school and regard this as an invitation to DO something, please.//" <<endif>>\n\n[[Lunch is chicken breast on rice with milkshakes and vitamins.|3sun2]]
[>img[medic dressed]]In the afternoon I take my script for the play and find an empty room in the topmost floor: where the servants once had their rooms, I guess. The others are not all that curious about the building, but I am nervous about empty levels in a building where I spend months of my life (the basements are full of food stuff and such: those rooms that are not locked). \n\nI sit there and study when my medic finds me. She sits next to me. She winks and says: "//I understand that you have argued that wanton women are free for men to fuck. I also understand that you got a dick up your arse at the last dance. Well, now you have personal experience with being naughty and getting banged. I hope you enjoyed the experience: some people like that.//" \n\n- [[I tell her how terrible all that has been and that I never meant anything like that to happen to anyone.|3sun3a][$asshole to 0]] \n- [[I sniff and refuse to discuss such matters: she is mean, too!|3sun3b][$asshole to 1]]\n\n\n\n... \n[This opens or closes the Mystic Path.]
[>img[blupe]]My medic looks into my eyes: "//DO NOT CALL UP WHAT YOU CANNOT PUT DOWN. \nOn the other hand, summoning and binding blupes builds will. You will need to train your willpower -a LOT- if you want to survive this. \nTherefore I suggest that you both read up to learn about reality and train summoning and binding Blupe once or twice every day. Do that now, please: read the incantation and MEAN IT.//" \n\nShe sends the little blue thing back whence it came. I breathe deaply, and speak the words as if I was a powerful wizard and summoning was what I do in the morning after brushing my teeth. \nA blupe is in my hands. I blink, it pulses. \nI like the Blupe, and the Blupe seems to like me, too. \n\nMy medic laughs: "//They are kind and friendly and curious.//" Her smile becomes a little tight: "//Very, VERY few beings are. Humans can be beasts, and others ...are on good days what humans are like during a psychotic episode. \nTrain this, little one: but ONLY with Blupes. And DO read that book. Here is a dictionary. No written translations, please: this should be our secret. \nWhen you are done studying, lock the tome and the dictionary in the steel cabinet at the end of this corridor. Here is the key. Do NOT erase the chalk drawing, please: I put that there for a reason.//" \n\n[[Now that is an interesting way to spend a Sunday afternoon.|4mon1]]
[>img[beach]]The afternoon is utterly horrible: the icy waters make my huge nipples hurt, and my lower lips positively freeze! \nThe others also hate swimming: and they also HATE their new dancing partners. \n\nStephie and Andrea tell me that they are rough and ready men with hard pinching hands and ...they tell my in private: "...//just as hung as the other bunch!//" \n\nThey ask about the Meet & Greet, and I tell them: they are my fellows, after all. We agree that it is dangerous for my greatuncle to know about our ...changes. \n\nI need to learn whether he really is discrete or not, so I write to my sister to ask. \n[[At long last we are done with the bare-bum weeks.|7sun1]] \n
[<img[masked]]This is weird: we are all like totally naked, but we are wearing masks, and the gentlemen are just that: gentlemen. \n\nWe have a nice dinner, make polite conversation and, well: have fun in a bare-assed way. But we have been naked all day for three weeks now, and as long as we do not meet the gentlemen at a nude beach they will not know us from any other girl. \n\nI //think// that some of the others even ENJOY the attention that they are getting. Well: that their //boobs// are getting. \n\nGreatuncle Earnest is totally charming: I am his table lady again. \n\nBut //after// dinner we get a dessert that I do not like...\n\n. [img[afterdinner]]\n\nMask or no mask: I don't want the others to hear how the balls of Greatuncle Earnest slap against my ass... \n\nBut he is not only really BIG, he also lasts longer than the other gentlemen, and EVERYONE is watching us when he finally cums. \n\nThey even applaud his manliness. \n\n[[This is totally embarassing.|8fri5]]
[>img[donjuan]]We start reading 'Much Ado About Nothing' in German. \nOur teacher stops after Andrea has read the title aloud: "//Ok. Let us start simple: I need you to find one sexual innuendo in the title.//" She smiles: "//This may actually be easier to read with girls.//" \nWe all look at her with great eyes. \nShe sighs: "//To use a quote with a sexual innuendo: 'Look low if you speak love.' What, my dear young WOMEN, is low on your chairs and looks like an 'O' as in ad-''O'' or a zero as in 'nothing'?//" \n\nAndrea frowns: "//Are we reading lips here?!//" \n\nOur teacher laughs: "//Exactly. That is how Shakespear would have put it. 'Lips' of the vulva. Read them and they say: '0'.//" She points at one of our nervous g...als: "//What means ado? Other than trouble, or havoc.//" \n\nShe blinks: "//Ado. A do. Do a.//" \n\nOur teacher smiles: "//Almost right without paying any attention. Some things stay the same. Listen if you do not want to engage, please. All else is rude.//" She turns to the class: "//To Do a deed of 'O': or...//" \n\nShe points at me, and I blubber: "Sexual turbulences?" \n\nWe all laugh and she nods: "//Something like that. Alliterations, alusions and allegories. And we are still at the title and have used only style elements with an 'a'. Shakespear was a genius. That does not make him right about gender roles or women or whatever: that makes him a genius author.//" \n\n[[We proceed with the lecture.|7wed4]]
[>img[room]]Steph and Andrea tell me about their new dance partners: hardy men with long dongs. Something weird also happened: "//They told us that next week we are going to have a masked ball!//" Says Steph. \n\nAndrea shrugs -her titties are still quite small- and grins: "//Whatever. I do not mind wearing MORE clothes than what we get for balls: even if it is only a mask.//" \n\nOuch. <<set $charpic to 22>>\n\nWe -the smaller group- get masks. And shoes. Nothing else. \nMaybe I should warn my fellows. \nMaybe not: one does not talk about such things, and I am no WHORE, am I?\n\n- [[I warn them.|8fri5a]]\n- [[I really do NOT.|8sat1]]
[>img[cards]]We spend a relaxing evening, playing a few hands of cards, talking about stuff. Films and girls and all that, you know. [[Bonding time.|g33][$standing += 1]]
[>img[shield]]My sister frowns: "//Why women would wear rings around their nipples?//" \n\nI totally blush, but nod. \n\nShe sighs: "//Kink, I guess.//" She frowns: "//Nipple SHIELDS or nipple PIERCINGS?//" \n\nWhat?! I...\n\nShe ruffles my hair: "//Piercings are for looks. Ask someone with piercings why they got them: I have no idea. But RINGS... granny had some, you know. She and Greataunt Lucy put them on during the flight to the West to check whether they were pregnant. That is NOT a safe test, by the way. But granny kept saying that Greataunt Lucy was preggers when she fell off the train and got killed. Well, wars are shit.//" \n\nI have never met Greataunt Lucy, obviously. How does my sister even know about her? Granny is dead now, too. My sister must have talked to her when granny was old and senile. \nHuh. [[Kind of her, I guess.|g10]]
[<img[surprise]]"//Pay attention, little tramp: here comes the lolly!\nIf you learn ANYTHING at that weird school, I can finally get a real kiss: no woman around here seems to take a men ALL in like a woman should ...not in their mouths, that is.\nBut your little brown holes is next week's fun!\nI promised you to go slow on you, after all.//"\n<<back>>
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Saturday of your eigth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will work on the play in the morning, swim in the lake in the afternoon and take a shower after that. Assemble for breakfast in the Hall: according to the dress code.//" \n<<set $shame += 1>>\nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs to the hall. Breakfast is cheese sandwiches, vitamins and pills, and it literally makes me -and some others- spit. \n\nPlaying theatre naked is like last week, truth to be told: I hate it, but there is no help. \n\n[<img[pumping]]What I hate even more the milking machine, but there is no avoiding that, either. Even my medic thinks that this is a good idea: "//You ARE lactating, dear. That has to go somewhere. Sorry.//" \n\nAt lunch we are shown a new list in the hall: a list with the titles. I am shown as Miss Areola Alps AND as Miss Mooh. There is even a note HOW MUCH milk I am having. \n\nI skip lunch and go to my medic: this is MEAN!!\n\nMy medic sighs: "//This is mean and brutish and I have almost come to blows with the headmistress about it: but while this bloody test is running -during the school year- she is protected by her patron and effectively invincible. What she does can be stopped -sometimes- but she cannot be taken out of the equation, to be a little brutish myself. \nI reserve that option for later: but neither you nor me will walk away if this ends with her in the good graces of her mistress.//" \n\nOh [[Fuck.|8sat2]]
Two bottles later I am completely freaked out and do not really follow the discussion of Lepanto and Don Juan in class. Stephy and Andrea cover for me, but that mean Miss Saggy Bottom makes a lot of jokes about me not being Miss Areola Alps any longer but Miss Milk. Some drops show at my points, and I have to dab them off every hour or so. \n\n[>img[coconut]]Lunch is totally rude: two coconuts for everyone, open and milky. Steph and Andrea get sick, and I shout at the fat kitchen helper. \n\nThe evil headmistress cackles: "//I would have thought that you like that lunch, missy. Well, you have your own coconuts with milk.//" She turns to the kitchen helper: "//Eggs with mayonaise for her.//" \nThings can ALWAYS get worse, I guess. \n\nInstead of studying I go see my medic. She smiles when she sees me: "//Dear: you are lactating, not dying. That's really nothing bad. Didn't you tell me that your sister has a baby? Is she breastfeeding?//" \n\nI frown: "She has a baby. That is why she is breastfeeding." \n\nMy medic winks: "//You have grown these full breasts from a completely flat chest within eight weeks. Are you REALLY surprised that your mammae work and do produce milk? \nLactating is not always caused by pregnancies. I have the preliminary tests back, by the way: you have good, nurturing milk. That alone makes this a success.//" She turns me around and hugs me: "//This is very unprofessional, but you have earned a sisterly hug, dear. I am VERY sorry this was done without your informed consent, but your mammae are a great success. We will pump your gland now, and you are not taking vitamins or drinking milk any more. Once a day is really enough, and lactating is tiring work. Ask any wet-nurse.//" \n[[The next couple of hours do not HURT, really...|8fri3]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your second week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $charpic to 6>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed for another day of costumed schooling. \n\nThursday blurs by, too: only I get my fakes taken off when I also get my diapers changed. That really should be a relief. \n\nIt really is not: when I am changing for bed, Mike and Tom -not Steve, he is at his medic's- laugh and polish their weaners at the sight of my allergic reaction. \n[img[dicks]]\n[[This is so ...crass.|2fri1]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your fifth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" <<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 5; $charpic to 1; $fitness to 5>>\nWe dress in out school uniforms: mine fits all too well, Steve's fits badly, and Mike and Tom ...have dicks so long that they almost hang lower than their skirts; and yes: they are going commando. \nMike grins and pinches Steve's cheek: "//Real men do not wear panties under their tartans: ask any Scottish clansman.//" \n<<if $will gte 10>>I shrug: "You are not Sottish, you are no clansman and you do not pinch Steve."\n\nTom pushes me against the lockers, but I just shrug: "Are you stupid enough to start a fight in here?" \n\nMike raises a hand: "//Now is not the time.//" \nTom takes a step back, and [[we go take a shower.|5mon2]] <<else>>Then Mike lifts my skirt and pulls my panties down: "//You can go commando, too. I want easy access to your moneymaker, whore.//" \n\nI cry a little while I put my panties back into the locker: [[how is it my moneymaker if they never PAY?!|5mon2]] <<endif>>
I kick him in the swollen balls -hard- a couple of times. \n\nHis eyes roll up in his head, and a most beautiful man walks into our hotel room, where we are: both of us naked and fucked! \n\nHe ignores us completely and winks at Greatuncle Earnest: "//Your contract is due once you are no longer willing to fuck a girl.//" He turns to us and puts a thump up our dripping holes: "//Do you want to fuck a girl? If so: show me.//" \n\nGreatuncle Earnest wails, holding his groin.\n\nThe beautiful man pops his thumbs out of us. We squeak, of course. The beautiful man squeezes our right tits and tells Greatuncle Earnest: "//I take that as a No. That means your contract is due. Tag along, will you?//" \n\nHe grabs Greatuncle Earnest, and they vanish. \n\nWe totally get dress and sneak out of the hotel.\nMy sister tells me: "//This has NEVER happened. Do you understand, whore?//"/ \n\nI nod: "Back at you, whore. But no, this has never happened."\n\nShe nods hugs me and drives me back to school before she heads back home. [[Shit!!|9fri4]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your fourth week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $charpic to 6>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, but I get to lay off mine today! I will make sure that one of the others gets titty-duty next week. We dress up and have breakfast: cheese sandwiches, milkshake and vitamins. No pills. \nThe mood is good, even great. I also feel very ...alive. \n\nThe history teacher and our assistant teacher smirk at our bubbling, the other teachers just roll their eyes and tell us not to overdo the girliness. \n\nI smile at them: I get rid of the fake tits today, and I am happier than I have been for a long time. [[Maybe HAPPY is not the exact right word...|4thur2]]
[>img[medic dressed]]I go to my medic to get rid of the fakes, but just she asks how I feel instead of taking the load off my chest. \n\nI ask about the fakes, and she pats me on the shoulder: "//Tomorrow you get rid of the fakes, keep them on until then.//" \n\nI am not happy about this, but she smiles: "//Tomorrow you also get rid off the 'security box', as you call it. Big day.//" \n\nI shrug and go back to my room. The others ask about my fakes -this should have been my day off- and I tell them that we get rid of the fakes tomorrow. \n\nThey smile and nod: "//That is great!//" Our leader puts away the parcel from his father. Did his father send us something to celebrate? Knowing him that is probably a picture set of his newest whores...\n\nI grin: tomorrow I get rid of the fake tits AND the bloody box! [[Absolutely great!|4thur4]]
[>img[klopse]]Lunch is fake meatballs -with mayonaise, again- and today I do not think the milkshake agrees with the sauce. I barely manage to take my vitamins. Bah. \n\nAt the sidedish is potatoes today: that is a first. \nBut what is that disgusting meat replacement?\n\nWe ask politely, and the fat kitchen helper tells us happily: "//Minced melons!//" What the...\nWe smile and retreat. There is nothing one can do against these perversion: other than eat healthy meat when we are free again. Melons! Who want //MELONS//?"\n\nAfter this sad excuse for a meal it is study time. \n- [[I study hard to overcome the memory of lunch and other atrocities.|4thur3][$leanring += 2; $fitness -= 3]]\n- [[I study some, but no one is studying hard today.|4thur3]]\n\n
[>img[dip]]Today we dance again: I am the personal partner of choice of one of the trainers. \n\nWhen we do a pirouette -//I// do a pirouette as if //I// was the girl- her hand touches my belly for a hold. She blinks, and in the next break tells her colleague: "//My, my: our little pupils are all very ...flushed.//" \n\nHer colleague smirks: "//Oh, yes: they are. All at once. At least all that have been good. It shows: both the good ones and those who are trying to be bad.//" \n\nMy trainer puts an arm around my waist and pushes my shoulders back so that I hang over her arm and her knee. She nods at my stomach: "//I think it WILL show very much come Graduation Day.//" \n\nI protest: "We are NOT fat!" \n\nMy trainer's colleagues laughs and winks at me: "//That dance step is called 'dip', and this is how it feels for the girl. Dips make the bellies show. Especially when flustered girls like you are led to a dip.//" \n\nMy trainer grins. "//You will all have a lot to show when you graduate.//" \nShe raises her voice to tell the class: "//And again!//" We repeat the steps...\n\nAfter the lesson the other trainer looks at me in a way that makes me blush like [[a nubile girl that meets her uncle the first time.|4fri1]]
[>img[nye]]The new year begins with some headaches -too much to drink- and getting sober: we are supposed to leave for the boarding school tomorrow. <<set $sidebar to 0>> \n\nI do not need to pack anything. Clothes will be regulated, hygene articles will be provided, and we are supposed to read what books will be in the school library. The Reds have promised to have all classics at hand, but I assume there will be no Karl May and many editions of Karl Marx. \n\n<<if $sister gte 20>>My sister tries at great length to talk me out of this: "//You must not let others make up your mind for you. Make your own decisions: and use your head. The one on your shoulders, little man.//" <<else>>My parents let me decide myself, and my sister is not talking with me for whatever reason. <<endif>>\n\n- [[I get out of this madness.|g16a]]\n- [[We will persevere!|g28]]
Our drill is hard and painful, but what can we do but endure?\n[img[aerobic]]\nI still have big problems with breathing: these fakes are little better than the first set. But next week someone else gets presentation duty, and I get a day off tomorrow! \n<<set $fitness to 0>>\nI am pretty exhausted today and go to bed soon after our dinner of sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins. I think that they just placed the wrong orders and we have to eat all those cheese sandwiches before they spoil. \nWhy else would they refuse us sausages and other healthy foodstuffs?\n\nSome guys get letters from their families. <<if $letters gte 1>>I read my sister's letter: it's a little ...short. My parents are not writing, I guess letters are not their way to express their feelings. \n- [[I write my sister back and ask how she has been lately.|3thur1][$letters to 3]] Girls love to talk about themselves.\n- [[Letters are not my way to express myself, either.|3thur1][$letters to 0]] <<else>>[[I am no letter man myself, though.|3thur1]] <<endif>> \n
[>img[mng]]"//Next time, let your big tits drop out of your dress, baby!\nAll the others are probably getting some action already. I do not need MY tramp to play chaste! \nLet me at least put some cream on your milk-bags next week!\nAFTER you suck some lolly, of course!//" \n<<back>>
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your third week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed for another day of school. Then we break our fast with cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitaming: some of us also with pills. They are not all that angry any more. \n\nGlorious resistance against the murderous revolutionaries in history class and inglorious social misfits in our German class are followed by ill fitting mathematical curves and social trends before we get rice with vegetables, milkshakes and vitamins for lunch. We also get letters from home. \n\nTime to study: math is a problem, again; and German is less interesting with the new assistant teacher. Her head is full of feminist nonsense, her blouse is strained by a large bossom that no man will ever enjoy nor any child suckle on: she is obvious a lesbian. What a waste! \n\nNontheless I have to decide how to use our study time: \n- [[I study hard.|3wed2][$fitness -= 3; $learning += 2]]\n- [[I study some.|3wed2][$fitness -= 2; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study none.|3wed2][$fitness -= 1; $standing += 1]]
[>img[dancing]]The local dance school is run by two women who teach in tandem. They are doing both steps, male and female, and dance with all their pupils to show the class how steps work. That is somewhat icky, I guess: but I like them nonetheless. They are fit, look quite good for middle-aged women -they are both in their 30s, not marrying age any more- and they know ALL about good manners. \n\nToo bad that they have never found husbands. \n\nWe -Steve and I with our girls- take the class, and so do some others. Including some girls from the girls' school: but they keep snubbing us. And everyone else. Prissy bitches. They will have to work on their attitude in college, or they will never get married. \n\nMy girl and Steve's girl get along ok, but they are not loving each other. Well, they both got good partners: many girls do not manage to get an invitation to the ball. \n\n<<if $girl eq 1>>My girl is a good dancer. <<elseif $girl eq 3>>My girl is not a dancer, really. But her big tits press against my chest, so I am happy nonetheless. <<else>>My girl can dance. Some. <<endif>>\n[[This was fun, I guess.|g14]]
Novembre is a continual fight between the evil Red headmistress and her cohorts against us: most of the time we win, but sometimes we are pushed back some. This is not the easy victory the evil Red were hoping for, though: we stand strong and united. \n\nWe do not have to shave again: but the evil Red heamistress gets us depilatory cream from the same pharmaceutical group that has provided the bandages. \n\n[>img[pharma]]One of their reps tells us: "//We are ready to market a series of feminine body care in this country. We are selling them in other continents already with great success, and all products have been cleared by national authorities. \nThere has been some bad press, nonetheless. Therefore we have agreed to some field studies. We will provide this school with some products for a field study. An independant group of medical examiners will do regular health checks, and there will be no unintended side effects: you have my word on this. \nYou are all adults, and can agree to this: but we would like you to discuss that with your families nonetheless. Counsel is always a good thing, right?\nIf you agree to do this field test, we will even be able to help you with another problem. \nYour headmistress will address that.//" \n\nShe does not look happy: the rep was not supposed to say that I guess. Maybe she wanted to tell us later, maybe she hates him stealing her thunder. [[People like her always pretend to be in control.|g21]]\n\n
[>img[woods]]Saturday is an umitigated disaster for everyone: us and the enemy alike. <<set $sidebar to 4; $charpic to 5>>\n\nAfter breakfast -cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins- we are given lunch boxes and ill fitting shoes (no high heels, though). \n\nThen the brutish gymnastic butches takes us to what can only be described as a forced march. Several of us keel over out there in the woods, and need to be carried back to school. \nI make it home on my own feet, but barely: and I have always considered myself to be fit and healthy. \n\nMost of us need to get our feet treated: blisters, rashes, swollen ankles. After binding our feet the medics have words with the evil Red headmistress. We hear them from the hall. The evil Red headmistress issues commands in the well know way of hers, but this time the medice answer in kind. \n\nThe gmynastic butches are called to the office by the headmistress, and after dinner we are informed that our "walks" are off the program since we are not fit enough. Some of us almost rise to protest, but the reasonable ones shut them up: a victory is a victory. \nWe have overcome the drill inspectors. They will not forcemarch us again, and some other teacher will come along when they take us to the town on Sundays or swimming on Fridays. [[Two down, more to go.|1sun1]]
[>img[et margot]]The evil Red headmistress steps forward: "//You are disrupting every day school life. At the same time you can be seen in your very necessary uniforms any time someone walks into the annex out of curiosity or by taking a wrong turn. That would result in scandal and ruin the experiment: as well as your reputations. \n\nTherefore I have been trying with some colleagues to find a better place for this. We agree -in concordance with your questionaires, of course- that a boarding school is preferrable sometimes to the distractions of a school in a town. Especially since the pupils -you- are wearing special uniforms and use special products like skin cremes. \n\nThat is why we are reaching out to your parents, our pharmaceutical ...supporters... and the government for financial support. All three will be able to bankroll a boarding school for the last half school year: from New Year until your graduation day.\n\nThink about it: you have until the end of the month. Then we will either abort this absurdity and you will join mixed classes ...or we will be heading for a boarding school for the rest of the school year: just you and your teachers.//" \n\nWhat? How can we get our girls ready for the ball and the after party when we are in a boarding school? \nNot that I would mind some privacy for our fight against the evil Red feminists, and being alone with my fellows for half a year sounds like paradise...\n- [[Maybe I should discuss that with my family.|g22]] \n- [[Or I could use this turn of events as an excuse to get out of this mess.|g16a]]
[>img[room]]My tits and my rear hurt, and dinner is shitty, too: cheese sandwiches with vitamins and milk. Disgusting! \n\nI am also bloody tired -we all are- and go to bed early. \n\n[[This is all utterly horrible!|6fri1]]
[<img[dip2]]Dancing is still weird: //NAKED// dancing is weird. \n\nThis time my doped up interrim partner is not being able to follow the steps -this is SPORT dancing- and my usual partner, the trainer takes over. \n\nFeels a little weird, me being naked and her being dressed. Her arm around my waist is not all bad, but when we do the dip I feel a little weird. \n\n- [[I make a little joke about that.|6thur2a]]\n- [[I shut the hell up.|6thur3]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your sixth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \n\nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs -the late bloomers bounce rather than swing- to the hall where we eat our cheese sandwiches, drink our milk and take our vitamins on chairs covered with towels. \nOf course I get sick again, run to the toilets and barf. \n\nThen we write a six hour sociology test. \nI think that I have aced that. \nMy tits hurt.\n\n[>img[pie]]Lunch is great: glazed blueberry pie. The fat kitchen help smirks: "//White dough with black filling, glazed over.//" \nBut we also have to drink milk: and some of us get sick, again!\n\nAfter lunch we spend another hour sitting on towels, all naked: this time in the study hall. \n- [[Time to relax!|6thur2][$fitness -= 4]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|6tues2][$fitness -= 5; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|6tues2][$fitness -= 6; $learning += 2]]
[img[bdance]]\nEveryone with a complete changeover gets to train belly dancing, the others do classic aerobics. Both sucks. \n\nAfter dinner -cheese sandwiches and mineral water- we have the evening off. <<if $asshole eq 1>>The assholes fuck me in our room.\n[[Again wothout paying.|5tues1][$creampie += 2; Vaginal += 2; $anal += 2; $asscumshot += 2; $shame += 1]]\n[img[fellowed]] <<else>>I flee to the loft room and study: if I cannot get out of here at least [[I need to know what is going on.|5tues1][$will += 1; $insight += 1]] <<endif>>
[>img[et margot]]At dinner -cheese sandwiches, with milkshakes and 'vitamins'- we are told that the headmistress will address us afterwards. \n\nShe shows up, flanked by the butch drill sergeants. Our history teacher stands at one side of the hall with the assistant teacher and some others, our German, Math and Sociology teachers (and some others) stand on the other wall with most medics. \n\nThe headmistress looks at all of us, including the teachers and medics: "//Yesterday evening was not supposed to happen that way. Nor were other things that have happened since supposed to happen. \nYou are here to confront your ideas about women and their place in society: from an insider perspective.//" \n\nShe looks at the friendly teacher with some bile: "//That is what the pupils have ALL consented to, and we have all seen the written consent. I am NOT discussing that: nor is there any way to undo such massive changes without mayor efford that no one is paying for.//" \n\nShe looks at our enemies with some ire: "//That does not make us pimps and these beguiled fools our whores to rent out ad libidum. WE ARE NOT DOING THAT.//" \n\nShe looks at us: "//You will continus your studies. Either overcome your parthenomania or accept the lot that you have assigned to deflowered women in your questionaires. Either live with not being virgins if and when you get deflowered, or consider yourselves 'fallen women' and live with that. Your choice. This subject will NOT be discussed any further: anyone of you who speaks the word: 'virgin' or 'defloaration' will get kicked out of the boarding school: and you will NOT like that. Nor will any of you behave in any 'inapropriate' way towards a girly classmate. \nTomorrow we continue with our school programe. Dismissed.//" \n\nNo one looks happy, but no one contradicts her in the open, either. At least this way discretion is assured: what happens in the boarding school MUST stay in the boarding school, or all of us deflowered ones are [[utterly ruined socially.|4sun1]]
Things get REALLY ugly, but the butches and the cook are really brutal in a fight, and any of our former fellows with empty eyes and iron-hard erections who attacks the evil headmistress, the history teacher or -to my surprise- my medic simply falls over: unconscious, not dead.\n\nMike and Tom try to jump the cook and will //never// be the same. I do not have balls any more, either. but this... Brutal. \n\nStef and I survive, and so do all students that have switched or started to switch. \n \nMost of our teachers have retired for the afternoon -they live in a seperate level of the building and only arrive afterwards to calm the remaining students. The ...girlier ones in the showers and the overdosed ones are taken away by emergency staff from a local rescue service of some kind. \n\nThe evil headmistress calls the (concsioucs) survivors to an emergency meeting. But on the way my medic takes me to a discreet corner: "//We have no time for long explanations. I will place a book in the room where you prep for the play. Read that book: as you may have seen magic is real and monsters are real. Unless you want to feed the monsters: read up and start summoning a BLUPE. \nNothing else! That is essential: do not call up what you cannot put down. Blupes are harmless. None other being in that book ist. Hurry now!//" \n[[I run to the meeting, confused by all this.|5wed4]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: "//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your nineth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. This is the third of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//"\n\nAnother day, but the same routine: see the breakfast, get sick, get milked. We all hate it. \nThen we go to class: today we are writing history for six hours. At least we know what we will write about: Lepanto. And those who still have a brain as well as tits remember vividly what we are supposed to write. I do: call me a coward, but I want my a-levels. \nAfter lunch -the other half of us is spitting and getting milked while we have nested eggs with some smear that tastes like that shitty mayonaise- we prep for tomorrow: this is one of our test weeks. \n\n[>img[dip2]]My dancing trainer whirls me around the floor mercilessly, and when I am hanging on her arm for the final dip she winks at me: "//You are still lean as a willow, mademoiselle.//" I totally blush: I do not really know why. \n\nHer colleague raises an eyebrow: "//I think she had too much mayonaise.//" \n\nMy trainer looks down at me: "//Why, yes.//" She pulls me up and puts both hands on my waist: "//That can ruin a girl's waist, little one.//" The other one TOTALLY stares at my bare ass. \n\nI blurt: "Is my ass getting fat?" \nThey laugh and I run after the others to shower. Weird.\n\nDinner sucks, but at least we do not have more meetings. \n[[I feel too tired to read.|9thwed]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Saturday of your sixth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will work on the play in the morning, swim in the lake in the afternoon and take a shower after that. \nAssemble for breakfast in the Hall: according to the dress code.//" \n\nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs to the hall. Breakfast is cheese sandwiches, vitamins and pills, and it literally makes me -and some others- spit. \n\n[>img[beachy]]The morning is utterly horrible: instead of learning our roles or taking acting lessons we have to pose -NAKED!- at the beach. Not even all of us: only the actors! \n<<set $shame += 3; $will -= 2>>\nWe have to line up, arms around each others shoulders, and stand there for HOURS in the cold while the stage designers paint us: not our faces, of course! \nArt is art, I guess: there is no help. But no one can know that WE are the act models! That would be scandalous!! \n\nAfter our naked lunch -vegetarian tacos that make a lot of us sick- we have to go swim in the bloody cold lake. \nNaked to the water, naked swimming, naked back to the house. \nThank goodness it is too cold for people to come to the lake for bathing...\n\nAfter that icy torture my nipples are hard, huge and hurt a lot: brutes! Even dinner -sandwiches, milk and vitamins- is not as horrible as that! We have the rest of the evening off: and NO ONE would even think about going out into the cold. \n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|6sun1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|6sun1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]
We NEVER voted for the Reds, not even during the Roman occupation! \n\nSince before time we have been very traditionalist, and always vote for the Conservative Devout Union! All else is unthinkable!\n\n[[Yet it has happened...|g1]]
[>img[straws]]Back home my fellows draw straws with me: I loose again and have to wear the fake boobs ALL WEEK again! \n\nI man up and tell them about our trip to town: including the naked whores and the rings that two of them are wearing. \n\nThe sun of the landlord frowns: "//Are they wearing nippleRINGS or nippleSHIELDS?//"\n\nI blink: "What is the difference?" \n\nHe shrugs: "//Nipple rings are piercings, right through the nipple. Kinky, but nothing for wives: they are bad for breastfeeding. Nipple shield are non-piercing, they just fit tightly around the whore's nipples. They are useful for businessmen when they want to hire a fresh horse for their stables.//" \n\nI frown: there are other businesses than pimping, after all... and pimps are not all that honourable, [[no matter what Mike thinks about his daddy.|2mon1]]
Some of the jocks blush when they see us approach, but two others show us holes in the hedge: "//Here, gals! Look at that!//" \n\n[>img[garden1]]We do: half a dozen naked tramps sit on a bank in a small park or large garden. \n\nOne of the bold jerks tell us: "//Do you see them? THAT is the uniform for gals around here: not some fake school uniforms or 'Summer Dresses'. Get in, get naked: at least you lot have tits!//" \n\nThe other bold jerk shrugs: "//Tits are overestimated: look at those legs! Do you want a tramp to spread her legs or her tits?//" \n\nI think they have good tits: two of them are even wearing nipple rings, just like the whores that Mike's father was offering us back home. \n\nBut we cannot stare at the naked whores, because they would see US when we did: and women will recognize us as fakes, unlike the hillbillies that are as blind as they are rude! \n[[We skip and are marched back to school soon afterwards.|1sun6]]
[>img[studying]]In class our German teacher tells us: "//We are producing a play for the graduation day. You will also show the play thrice in your graduation week: our headmistress has managed to get us into the theatre back home, for evening shows. That is quite an accomplishment. \n\nYOU, my German class, will do the acting. Other classes will set up the costumes, adapt the play as needed and set up the technical support that we need. \n\nAll classes get to vote on the play that the school is producing: a modern play. You get to choose from a horror, an apocalyptic play and a comedy. During the next week all of you will read one of the plays. Next weekend we will introduce the plays to the class, then you will vote what play YOU want to produce. \n\nToday we start with breathing techniques: breathing, speaking and posture are somewhat special onstage, and you need to train that. That training will help you with other public apperances, of course: if you ever become a candidate for a political office this will help you to speak in public withot embarassing yourselves.//" \n[[I agree: that is good to know.|1sun3]]
[>img[straws]]After dinner -chicken breast on rice with mineral water and vitamins- we get our feet checked: most of us can walk without band-aids again. I am among the happy ones, and can choose between staying in the school and going to town. \n\nGoing to town will be exhausting, and maybe they will even try to make us go to that museum again. On the other hand staying in school is boring, and I am not happy with my fellows: \nof course it is just bad luck, but I did AGAIN draw the short straw and have to keep my fakes on all week while the others drop theirs over night. \n\nI frown: "I thought that YOU would draw straws since I just DID that last week." \nThey shrug and agree that it would hardly be fair if I did not take my chancer with them. I think there is a fault in their logic, but they tell me to man up: what can I say against THAT?\n\n- [[I stay in our school and play cards with my fellows.|1sun4a][$standing += 1]]\n- [[I go to town.|1sun4b]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the voice of the evil Red headmistress: //This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Sunday of your first week in the boarding school. Get up. \n<<set $charpic to 5>>\nToday you will start preparing the play that will be the boarding schools shared project. Take a shower, and have breakfast, then meet in your classes at 9 o'clock sharp. \nIn the afternoon the truly lazy pupils can slack. The less lazy ones can join a chaperoned walk to town with some culture.//"\n\nWe all get dressed for another day of costumed school: no one needs to put on fake tits this morning. \n\nAfter a shower -the toner is still on- and a breakfast we assemble in our class: [[needless to say that we get cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins for breakfast, right?|1sun2]]
[>img[hall]]"Please excuse my fellow, madam. He is seriously meat deprived and quite positively not all that smart to begin with. That is an explanation, no excuse for his boorish behaviour. \n\nWhile I have to regretfully note that more choices for breakfast would be delightful, our food does not give us any real reason for complaints. If anything, a meatless diet will help my fellow to clear his head. \n\nYou are doing a fair and equal dispension of our food, and do your job very well in the perimeters set by your boss, our schoolmistress. To imply otherwise holds no truth and shifts responsibility unfairly towards the undeserving of blame. \nPlease accept our apologies for this unwarranted outbreak, madam." \n\nMore of our charmers stand up and talk the kitchen helper down while others get the idiot to sit down and SHUT THE HELL UP. What the idiot said can be construed as sexual insults, and the evil Red feminists could shut us down because one guy didn't get his breakfast meat! Fool!! \n[[One must be willing to sacrifice for one's peers!|1wed3]]
Our history teacher greatly enjoys her castration fantasies today, but one of our history buffs ruins her day: "//I think we can agree that any mutiliation is gross injustice and must be stopped. \nThat is why I am happy that our government is no longer supporting the countries that allow what some call 'female circumciscion' since that is a disgusting crime against women. Everyone must agree that standing by and letting that happen is dastardy, cowardly and mindlessly cruel towards the female victims of such barbaric practices!//" \n\nI have to grin: while he is perfectly right about that shitty brutality, he is also telling our history teacher that we have to do what she has called "colonialistic intervention" in public. \n\nDo people have the right to rule themselves? Surely. \nDo people have the right to live without torture and mutiliation? Surely. \n\nBut what if another culture, maybe one that was a colony once, does things that would be torture and mutiliation if WE did that? Do we let them manage their own affairs or do we get colonial on them and stop them from cutting off parts of their women? Do you want to support other peoples' claim that they have the right to torture and mutilate because that is their tradition? Or do we impose OUR lack of mutiliations on them with power and -more probably- bribes? \n\nHah! I say. Hah! Bloody protesters that try to give rights to women at home and support aliens with hacking parts of their women in the colonies! [[That will show her!|1wed4]]
[>img[mutter courage]]Our german teacher reads another chapter of Mother Courage with us. Then she smiles at me: "//I am told that you like to question standartized ethics that decay into heartless lack of caring. Let me ask you, therefore: do you condone stealing?//" \n\nI shrug: "Of course not." \nThat was easy: too easy. This is no mean teacher, but she is making a point and that point is not me being right about provoking our history teacher. She -like many of our teachers- stands by her peers if possible. I respect her for that, of course. \n\nShe nods: "//Is it right to support your family?//" \n\nI grin: I see where this is going. \nI nod: "It is right to support one's family, one's friends and one's fellows." \n\nShe nods again: "//Argue the problem as highlighted by Brecht.//" \n\n- Brecht assumes that everyone is a criminal and a lowlive. Therefore all his characters are to some extend immoral and -most of them- have what Brecht considers redeeming factors: caring for their family, trying to be better people, and -most boring- crass social injustice. [[But one can only brave a dire situation by adherring to morals, not by being a little corrupted.|1wed5]]\n- Given the choice between two immoral deeds one must choose the one that causes less pain for the smallest possible group of people: [[Peter Singer's moral imperative.|1wed5]]\n- Corruption in society do not justify -or cause- individual corruption. On the contrary society is a mirror of the individuals, and if Brecht's "heroes" were more moral their world would become better. [[Brecht has it top-down.|1wed5]] \n
[img[aerobic]]\nSport is especially horrible today: we have to do the warmup in high heels! Then we have to do //AEROBICS// for an hour! In high heels! The last thirty minutes are "cool down" excersises ...in high heels, again. <<set $fitness -= 2>>\n\nSay what you will: walking -and more so, warm up excercises- in high heels is hell. BUT we can do it: none of us falls more than once or twice, and none of us give up. \n\nThe fairy tale of women being limber than men is obviously just that: a fairy tale. Men CAN walk in women's shoes if they must! Thus having proven the superiority of the male sex [[we are finally allowed to take a shower.|1wed7]] \n\n
[>img[showers]]When we are under the showers the butch aerobic trainers try to do an "inspection"! \n\nThose of us that have drawn the short straws (and keep their fakes on all the time) face them off, cry about violating our rights and modesty and drive them off. \nI am one of the heroes of the hour: we get much praise by our fellows. My back still hurts from these overstuffed gel sacks, but my pride is much strengthened by our well earned honours. We have met the enemy.\n\n<<if $letters gte 1>>I read the letter from my sister again, in private. When I read between the lines she writes about her worries: breastfeeding a baby hurts her tits (not her word, but tits are tits) and business looks grim. Maybe I should write something encouraging back. <<endif>> Some of the others write to their families back home (about how all this works great). \n- [[I write letters myself: to my parents and my sister.|1lettera][$letters to 1]]\n- [[I write a letter to my sister.|1letterb][$letters to 2]]\n- [[I am not into writing letters.|1thur1]]
[>img[glazed]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Saturday of your seventh week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will work on the play in the morning, swim in the lake in the afternoon and take a shower after that. \nAssemble for breakfast in the Hall: according to the dress code.//" \n<<set $shame += 3; $will -= 2>>\nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs to the hall. Breakfast is cheese sandwiches, vitamins and pills, and it literally makes me -and some others- spit. \n\nPlaying theatre naked is like totally weird, but our teacher just sighs and tells us: "//That is very much in fashion, to be honest. Not my cup of tea, but artistic nudity is nothing that anyone could really fault. We will talk about this Body Awareness project with the headmistress this afternoon, though.//" \n\nLunch is glazed donuts: I like mine, but Stephy and Andrea get sick. Huh. \n\n[[Maybe that dance did not go ALL that well.|7sat2]] \n\n
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your second week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 1>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed for another day of costumed school. I think hate my bra, but I am too sick to make jokes. \n\nToday I simply break down mentally and watch everything through a haze: my fellows walk me through the day and drop me in a corner for aerobics. The butches are unhappy, but they do not try to force the ten or so guys who lie there with me. \n\n<<if $letters gte 1>>I get a letter from my sister, but I am too sick to care about her milk flow or the cash flow of her business. I barely manage to write her a postcard and tell her that I got the flu. <<endif>>\n\nNew diapers, the same helpful milkshakes and vitamins, off to bed again: [[what a day!|2thur1]]
[>img[futa]]"Futa Apocalypse" is a somewhat weird play by A. Math about a world where sick mutants attack the healthy and turn them into mutants by, well: having sex with them. \n\nUtterly strange, but also very provocative...\n\nMaybe too many dicks, to be honest. Especially after Friday night. \n\n- [[I want that!|2sun2][$play to 3]] \n- [[Maybe. I will look at the other plays first, though.|2sun1]]
[>img[gardenhedge]]We are walked into town, to the back of the museum ...right where that 'Free Entry Club' is! \nOur butch drill inspector shrugs: "//In you go!//" \n\nWe refuse, of course. \n\nShe rolls her eyes: "//That club is closed. You can go in -and leave without doing anything in there- or I can leave you alone with the security guys. They ARE men, you know. \nSo what is it: do you want to talk with the whores or entertain the security?//" \n\n[>img[garden1]]That is no real choice: and if we run away we have to explain why we are ...what we are... to the police and our parents. Never ever. \n\nWe walk in. \n\nThe leader of the whores smirks: "//Here you are! Another waggonload of zombies, I guess! The others were like totally stoned!//" \n\nHer second shrugs, and her naked titties bounce: "//Free Entry does NOT mean 'free of mind'.//" \n\nThe third one frowns: "//We had to close the club for 'renovations' so that the customers come back for the new crew. No one wanted Free Entry into us because of your zombie mates! They thought we were drugged up, too!//" \n \n[[A dressed woman walks into the garden.|5sun3c]]\n\n
My trainer smiles: "//That is an interesting point. I think our girls need the handsy lesson.//" \n\nHer colleague nods: "//Absolutely.//" She whistles on two fingers and tells us to stop. "//We will now proceed to show you some about handling...//" She nods at her colleague, and my partner slaps my bare cheeks. \n\nOne of my fellows snorts: "//We already know about asses!//" \n\nAndrea rolls her eyes and Stephanie snorts: "//You ARE a naked ass. But this is about hands, I guess.//" \n\nMy partners nods: "//Stephanie is right. Dancing with a partner can lead to unwanted attention. We will now proceed to show you some of the more common hands-on approaches...//" \n\nHer partner slaps my other cheek: "//...and how to counter that: without making a scene.//" She pinches my cheek, and I turn to knee her in the groin.\n\nShe catches my (left) knee between her legs, grabs my leg, spins on her right leg and lifts my left leg. She pushes me backwards with the same move and drops on me, lying between my legs. \nShe looks at the class: "//You all have had men between your legs already: but if you -for a change- do not want to spread your legs ...do not knee them in the balls. This is what could happen.//" \n\nShe helps me up, and they show us a lot of moves that men make on the girls they dance with. I totally hate all the pinching, gropes and slaps, but my fellows watching intendly. \n[[Some of this could really happen, I guess.|6thur3]]
[<img[leak]]I have missed the lake swimming since I was being used like a whore by Greatuncle Earnest, and I miss dinner because he wants to see me getting milked like a cow. \n\nWhen my boobs are empty he slaps my rear: "//This is great! A complete success. You are a sexy little minx, still tight and you have more milk than your sister! There will DEFINETELY be a market for this. \nYou have earned a little bonus, my dear: what do you want?//" \n\nI ...erh... want \n- [[NOTHING from the pervert!|8sat4][$will += 1]]\n- [[some support for my sister and her debts.|8sat4][$sister += 3]]\n- [[some money for emergencies.|8sat4]]
In the afternoon I get an official visit from Greatuncle Earnest, and this time, he tells me: "//No more play pretend, little one. I fuck YOU. Not a masked whore, not my table lady: YOU. Get naked, little grandniece.//"\n[img[chess]]\n[[This is like totally mean.|8sat3]]
[>img[dresscode]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Sunday of your eighth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. You will swim in the lake after breakfast and take a shower after your swimming lessons. Assemble in the Hall for breakfast orderly according to the dress code: \ndue to various code violations the dress code remains as it was.//" \n\nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs to the hall. Breakfast is cheese sandwiches, vitamins and pills, and it literally makes me -and some others- spit. \n\nAfter another cruelly cold swimming lesson we are given lunch boxes -eggsandwiches, milk and vitamins- and told to study in our rooms. \n\nAfter the noon break we rehearse the play. Our teacher assigns us 'preliminary costumes' and declares this a 'costume rehearsal'. I love her: we get to wear clothes!\n...until the rehearsal is over and the the mean mistress -headmistress- insists that we follow the dress code again. She and our teacher stare at each other for a while: our teacher has NOT given up on us!\n\nAfter dinner -sandwiches with milk and vitamins- the wicked headmistress addresses us: "//If you are all behaving well, the dress code will only get enforded another week. After that you will wear school uniforms again. Sports will be naked when inhouse for the rest of the schoolyear.//" \n\nBitch! [[But what can we do?|9mon1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]] \n
[>img[et margot]]The evil headmistress looks grim: "//There are two way to handle this: there will be blood tests for the students that have attacked others. There will be treatment -medical and pyschological- for their victims. That is not open to discussion. \nIf the attackers were sane mentis -not drugged out of reason- they WILL face criminal charges. If they are drugged there will be an inquiery into the drugs that they have taken. I will insist into an internal revenue of the pharmaceutical group that is supplying the drugs: there seem to have been four distinct groups among the test sub... the students. \nOne is very accepting both physically and emotionally. One has undergone the changes but show very ...well: maybe not stubborn but independant behaviour.//" \nShe looks at our teachers: "//Some of us value independance and think that this is the group with the best test results. \nOne group lags behind in the bodily becoming. Many of that group have been attacked today. The last group were the attackers: they were not at all reacting to the transformation process. If anything, their toxic masculinity was hugely enhanced. Something went VERY wrong with their medications: if that is the cause of their abominable behaviour.//" \n\nSteph is a little pale, but brave enough to do something foolish. I grab her -let us say "her"- by the shoulders and whisper into her ear: "The nice headmistress has just told us that undue resistance is toxic and that bad drugs in an experiment caused this. Do you really want to protest and take your vitamins for dinner hoping that there are no further toxic pills?" \n\nThe evil headmistress looks at us. I smile sadly and tell her: "We need to avoid any scandalous talk, mam." \nEveryone nods: the doped one because someone said anything and my remaining fellows because this is a most basic tenet of our society: NO SCANDALS. \n\nThe evil headmistress smirks: "//Indeed. Talk about this incident would only hurt YOU, students.//" \nI am a little worried about my good teachers and my medic, of course: they may not want to keep silent, and that would be dangerous [[for them.|5wed5]]
After dinner -cheese sandwiches and milk, with vitamins- we retreat to our rooms. <<if $asshole eq 1>>[>img[room]]I am very worried and go to bed early with a thumb in a hole that should not be between my legs. \n\n[[I need a man!|5thur1]]<<else>>[>img[blupe]]I study intensely and summon a Blupe to calm myself. \n\nMy medic comes to visit me, and we talk. \n\nShe sighs: "//You have become the de facto speaker of the students that can still think independendly. That may be a problem. The other problem are your friendly teachers: your German teacher, your math and your sociology teacher, one of the art teachers. Maybe the dancing teachers, but I am not sure about them. \n\nI need to check this out, but they are too calm for someone not in the know. You are calm because you are a teenager doped into a sex change with the beginnings of magical basics: but why are they?//" \n\nI gulp: "I do not want to be rude..."\n\nMy medic laughs and ruffles my hair: "//You never want to be rude. That is part of your charm, even when you ARE very, very rude.//" She winks: "//Speak up, young lady.//" \n\nI blush: "I have played a game with friends ...Warhammer. An English game that was published 6 years ago. A fantasy world where there is magic, and magic is dangerous. There are evil cultists, and wizards and people that hunt evil cultists... but also wizards, occasionally." \n\nMy medic kisses me on the forehead: "//So you are hoping that I am a wizard, and your teachers are hunting evil cultists?//" \nI nod. \n\nShe smiles: "//I am not a member of any coven or cult. I am an expert on certain theoretical questions ...and a physician, of course. I guess that does make me a wizard in that typology.//" \n\nI stare at her: "Physician?" \n[[I thought she was a MEDIC!|5wed6]]<<endif>>\n
[>img[medic dressed]]She rolls her eyes: "//Yes, dear: this is a mayor pharmaceutical experiment with a potentially huge scientific breakthrough. The science is checked by physicians. Most of the medics are doing an internship either in biochemistry or clinical medicine. \n<<set $will += 1; $insight += 2>>\nIf this works -and can be reproduced within safe and sane circumstances- this will make a huge difference. Not only ARE there people who are trapped in the wrong body -too few to make this a research field for pharmaceutical groups- but such changes also may offer insight into the treatment of any number of genetical diseases. If we can change the DNA of living beings, we need not have people suffer from any timebomb in our DNAs. \n\nThe question is an old one: is magic really only advanced science, and we can use it with care and precision to advance our lot ...or is it a baleful monstrosity that we can never control and should rarely if ever use?\n\nI am probably to softhearted for this medical field, because I cannot agree with the way this experiment was set up. \nBut bring the medical experts proof of DNA alterations, and many will joyfully accept fourtyfive accidents: thirty attackers and fifteen victims today; half your year. \n\nTo be perfectly honest: if I was running a crooked experiment I would set up such an attack by my test group -or whatever else the attackers were, they were NOT getting the same pills- and ...curb the fifteen study member that did not show good results. \nOf the sixty students with sex changes the fifteen victims were those with the least promising results. Thirty of you ARE women now -as you know- and the other fifteen are well on the way. That is why they were with your bellydance group, after all.//" \n\nI pale: would someone set fifteen of my fellows up for THAT to clean botched test samples? [[Hell, yes.|5thur1]]
[>img[medic dressed]]She blinks: "//In that case I have some VERY bad news for you, my dear. Because you are not a man with boobs. You are -by now- a woman.//" \nI also sit down: well, I drop on the doctor's couch. WHAT?!\n\nMy medic sits next to me: "//You -all of you here in this boarding school- have been given cutting edge medication and you are taking part in an advanced behavioral training program. Why did you think you all have to wear girls' clothes? And dance female steps and ...all this?!//" \n\nI gulp: "Because the Reds want to shame us into giving up monoeducated schooling?" \n\nShe stares at me. Then she laughs. She covers her mouth with her hand: "//Sorry. I am a little overwhelmed. I guess that you are all the more overwhelmed. Well.//" She ruffles my hair: "//No, sorry. I do not think that is why. I am not sure about several causes and actions here, but I think there are several groups here with VERY diversive goals.//" \n\nI lean against her: "What could POSSIBLY..." \n\nShe sighs: "//Some teachers are here because you are their pupils. Your German teacher, for an example: and your math and sociology teacher. Your dancing trainers. We all know what the paper work says, and most of us are rather worried about this: you are way too many to make such an decision on an indiviual, informed basis.//" \n\nI smile: I KNEW that they have not all betrayed us. [[They were betrayed just like us!|4fri6]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your fifth week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nMike and Tom put on their fake tits, grope Steve and my very real tits; and we all get dressed for another day of school.\n\nBreakfast is cheese sandwich and herbal tea. \n\nThe history teacher and the assistant teacher are mean to us again, and today we write a math test. Sociology is ok, though. \n\nAfter lunch -with letters from home- we get to study: \n- [[Time to relax!|5wed2][$fitness -= 1]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|5wed2][$fitness -= 2; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|5wed2][$fitness -= 3; $learning += 2]]
We are split in three groups for aerobics today: one group does aerobics, one does belly dancing and one ...is supposed to bellydance, but they are too weak. They are the ones that have started late with these awful changes, and they are as bad off as I was in the second week. Huh. \nSome of them, like Steve, are fit enough to keep going: they join our class. The others are send to the showers early. \n\nAfter the class is over, the manly guys who did aerobics are send to the showers first. We do some more stretching when one of the first group comes running: "//The dicks are fucking the others in the showers!//" \n\nThe butches stare at her (him?), and so do we: that is horrible, but one cannnot TELL anyone about such a thing!! \nNo one must know that we are not all virgins! \n\nThe butches run to the showers: probably not to join the sex. \n- [[I run and hide.|5wed3][$will -= 5; $asshole to 1]]\n<<if $asshole eq 1>>- [[I get the traitor to safety before the others lynch him (her?).|5wed3a][$will += 2; $asshole to 0; $standing -= 10]] <<else>>- [[I get the traitor to safety before the others lynch him (her?).|5wed3][$will += 2; $asshole to 0; $standing -= 10]] <<endif>>\n- [[I run to the showers to help the poor girls-to-be.|5wed3][$will += 2; $standing -= 5]]
Things get REALLY ugly, but the butches and the cook are really brutal in a fight, and any of our former fellows with empty eyes and iron-hard erections who attacks the evil headmistress, the history teacher or -to my surprise- my medic simply falls over: unconscious, not dead. \n\nMike and Tom try to jump the cook and will //never// be the same. I do not have balls any more, either. but this... Brutal. \n\nStef and I survive, and so do all students that have switched or started to switch. \n \nMost of our teachers have retired for the afternoon -they live in a seperate level of the building and only arrive afterwards to calm the remaining students. The ...girlier ones in the showers and the overdosed ones are taken away by emergency staff from a local rescue service of some kind. \n\n[[The evil headmistress calls the (concsioucs) survivors to an emergency meeting.|5wed4]]
[<img[hands]]Back in the hall I see a lot of flushed faces among my peers, many ill arrainged dresses and quite some damaged nylons. Some keep wiping their mouthes, other walk really stiff. <<set $charpic to 13>> \n\nThat is REALLY disconcerning because many of the refugees do NOT have a boner in their pants any more. They did not get flaccid from harsh refuseals, I guess. Nor did they take a icy shower...\n\nI reconsider: such thoughts are unworthy of me, of us and our fellowship. I shall entertain no such thoughts any further. \n\nMy "partner" still has a raging hardon, and I cannot keep his hands of my ass during the second set at dances AT ALL. I feel my bloody //cheeks// move under his fingers!!\nAnd he is not looking at my //FACE// while we dance...\n\n[[I hate these "dancing" trips!|1sat1]]
My fucker smiles and gropes my ass: "//That was great, babe. You fail at blowing, but sex is good. We will need to two crosschecks, of course.//" He grins at the other fuckers: "//My friends, how did you like your first round?"// \n\nWhat do you mean FAIL?!\nWait: what? \nCrosschecks?!\nWhat... \n<<set $vaginal += 2; $creampie += 2, $shame += 10, $anal += 1; $titcumshot += 1>>\nThe fuckers, all three of them, mount all three of us. \nAs hard and as long as the first time: just with a strange man that I have never even talked to. \n\n[<img[anal2]][>img[doubled]]When they are done -it's day by now- they talk among themselves. Then my fucker pats Andrea's dripping belly: "//You are all good fucks -and lousy blowers- but you are the best fuck of the three of you. By a margin, but there you are. Congratulations: you win the prize. Enjoy.//" \nHe turns to me: "//I would like a bonus from you: you have the best tits, by the way. Bend over, baby.//" \n\nLet us never speak about the next hour or so: Andrea gets double penetrating, and I cannot sit on the bus trip home, either. If I wanted something as large as a bloody baseball bat inside my ass I would bloody do that myself. [[I hate anal.|5sat1]]
[img[creamthree]]\nThen the hammering falters, and the jolting and squirting and filling starts. \nNot once. \nHe pushes into me, pumping, dozens of times. \n\nAnd so do the others. \n<<set $creampie += 1>>\nWe are full of their seed, all three of us, and utterly [[fucked.|5fri11]]
We are woken up by the evil headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your seventh week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the second of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//"\n\n[>img[moreeggs]]We hurry to the hall with swinging asses and tits ...and the fat kitchen helper wants to feet us eggs with mayonaise. I do the honour round to the toilet -and I am not alone!- and when the evil headmistress wants to force us to //EAT// that, I face her down. \n"This is like totally disgusting! Why do we have to eat that crap! We are getting sick of it. Literally!" \n\nShe raises an eyebrow: "//You have to eat that because you wanton little beasts need so much extra medications and because arranging for new swimming opportunities is expensive, too. So when our sponsor ships us a truckload of eggs with mayonaise from a cancelled office party you WILL eat eggs with mayonaise. \nTry not to die, Miss Areola Alps -a nice self-inflicted abuse- and EAT YOUR BLOODY BREAKFAST.//" \n\nThis is totally mean, but I do not want to challenge her too openly. Who told her about that bloody insult? Not the trainers: they are not hers. [[We have a traitor in our ranks.|7thur2]]
[>img[medic dressed]]She nods: "//There are MANY worse things than switching sexes ...or getting laid because one did not say NO loud enough. \nYour sister got laid, many of you got a penis in the anus -sorry to be rude- and most women I know had a sexual misadventure of some kind some time or other. Like men. \nOnly men -if with a woman- DO the fucking, they do not get fucked. Less pain in the related body openings. \n\nAll of you that got a penis in their asses did walk out with their 'partners' and some seem to have been TOLD what the partner was planning. Tagging along was misread as agreements. That is bad shit, so don't do it. \n\nGet over that: that is what we do. Defend yourself, of course: but if things simply go wrong ...well: make sure it does not happen again. And if you are wronged, seek lawful recourse. \n\nYou need to decide now: are you IN -at danger of getting dick again unless you learn to say NO- or are you out, with me?//" \n\n- [[I can run: and leave my fellows alone.|femend]]\n- [[I can brave the storm: as a gal.|4fri9]] \n
My medic hands me the silly swimming costume: "//Put this on, please. For the last time, they tell us. But I think you will get your new bathing suits at the pool: for whatever reason.//" \n\nI gulp and do so: there are no fakes under this skimpy thing any more; these are MY boobs that wobble and swing when I strut through the hallways in my high heels. Thank goodness for the bathing suit and the training I got: cross your arms over your chest, and there will be much less swinging... <<set $sidebar to 6; $shame += 2; $charpic to 18>>\n...not that this helps on the bus ride: bloody bumps in the street! After another strut-and-swing past the ever growning crowd of locals -a third of us open their bathrobes and shake their BOOBS ..their //REAL// BOOBS!!- we get into the pool. \n\n[>img[pool1]]When we are inside, a lot of guys line up at the ticket booth: men only. Men that want to see us in our swimming suits. \nWell, good luck, jerks: we have rented the whole bath for our training! Our history teacher -she is the main chaperone for our butch drill sergeants, I guess- talks with the ticket seller. They agree, and she follows us into the hall. \n[[We do the usual, utterly exhausting swimming, lane after lane after lane...|4fri10]] \n
I raise an eyebrow: "My dear, you are mistaking us for some whores that will put out in public. You may be as sleazy to try and pimp some strumpets, but we are nothing like that. \n\nWe do not do anything dirty or dishonourable: and certainly not in public. Try and suggest that we are anything but morally upstanding, fine young women and we will do you grievious bodily harm. \n\nAs young, unmarried women our reputation is of the utmost importance for us. Do NOT try and sully that reputation ''ever'' again if you value life and limb." \n\nHe opens his mouth, and I open my hands: "Are you a complete idiot? Shut up. Now. Even if we would not just drown you in the toilet -we will- I am the niece of a share holder. He will have your tiny little testicles in a water glass if you spread rumours about his family."\n\nThe would-be pimp blinks. Then he just opens the door for us, like a good little go-fer should. \n[[We go into the restaurant to meet and great greater men.|7fri6]]
'Miss Headlights' is -used to be- a soccer player. Not one of the genius players that enchant with their skills: one of the dirty players who takes out enemy stars with a fast, hard foul. Not very popular, and only used as a last resort; but sometimes one has to win. \n\nShe turns, knees the sales agent in the groin and walks past him before he bends over and barfs on the tarmac. \n\nMiss Saggy Bottom -who played handball- kicks him in the knees and he is very close to his lunch: again. \n\nI sigh and tell him: "We are no whores. We are women now: ok. We can't do anything about that. But we are no whores, and we CERTAINLY so not put out in public. Suggest something like that again, and you will not get kneed. We will kick you off-field permanently. \nMy great-uncle is a stock holder of the company, you little weasel. Never try that shit again!" \n\n[[We go into the restaurant to meet and great greater men.|7fri6]]
I sigh and tell him: "We are no whores. We are women now: ok. We can't do anything about that. But we are no whores, and we CERTAINLY so not put out in public. Suggest something like that again, and you will not get kneed. We will kick you off-field permanently. \nMy great-uncle is a stock holder of the company, you little weasel. Never try that shit again!" \n\n[[We go into the restaurant to meet and great greater men.|7fri6]]
[<img[tender2]]He lifts me up: the hangers jingle on my stiff nipples. Why didn't they drop during the pounding that I had to endure? Strange. \n\nHe slaps me ass: "//Well, that was nice! You are a great little whore!//" He kisses me on the mouth ...with tongue! Eeeeh!!\nThen he winks. "//I hope you lean ANYTHING at that 'boarding school': they just told us that you learn to become real women there; and that mistress of yours at the ball told us that most of you are ready tonight.//" \n\nHe slaps my naked ass: "//Congratulations, little whore: you are officially in business now! Twice is no accident. Twice is a career.//" He grins: "//Well, apropos accident: now the test drive is over I need the rings back. \n\n[[I need some time to recover enough to let him walk me back to the dancing hall.|4fri22]]
''Monday to Friday Mornings:''\n06:00: Wake Up Calls\n06:15: Breakfast (Hall)\n07:00: Time for Personal Hygene\n07:30-12:00: Lessons\n12:15: Lunch (Hall) \n\n''Monday to Thursday Afternoon:'' \n13:00-15:00: Supervised Studies\n15:00-18:00: Sports (Monday & Wednesdays: Aerobic; Tuesdays and Thurdays: Dancing)\n18:15-19:00: Showers And Personal Hygene\n19:15: Dinner (Hall)\n20:00-22:00: Personal Time OR Activity\n22:00-06:00: Bedrest\n\n''Friday Afternoon:'' \n13:00-14:00: Medical Examinations\n14:00-18:00: Sports (Swimming)\n18:15: Dinner (Hall)\n19:00-23:00: Dance And Socializing\n23:00-06:00: Bedrest\n\nStudents will be told regarding weekend activities weekly.\n<<back>>
[>img[fakes]]After our study time we get a great relief: at least the ones that have drawn the short straws. The medics have pushed against us wearing the fake all the time, and we get a fake-free time ...until tomorrow noon. \nBetter a short respite than none at all! \n<<set $charpic to 6; $dancing += 1>>\nDancing classes are still rather terrible: I am AGAIN the partner of one of the coaches, and she demonstrates some more steps -"advanced beginners' steps"- that I barely if at all manage to dance while she leads me. \nShe is doing the male, leading steps, and I have to do the female, following, steps. I feel totally helpless...\nA gross humiliation! \n\n[[At least I will have a restful night without these abominable fakes after a nice shower!|1thur5]]
We track through the forrest, fast, for two hours before we get to that shitty little town again. As luck would have it there is a new exhibition in the local museum, and we have to go see that! Well, if they have just changed their exhibition this week, they will not do so again: next week we have to get free time in town, finally. <<set $sidebar to 4>> \n\n[>img[gardenhedge]]After another boring museum tour we get some "free" time, but we are totally tired and only manage to take a rest behind the museum. \nSome locals, young men our age or a couple of years older -don't they go to college in this shitty place?!- are hanging at the other and of the small yard, close to the backside of some garden. \n\nMaybe a local park: we cannot see through the hedge. They ARE trying to watch whatever is on the other side of the hedge, though. Maybe a public baths: they behave like voyeurs that stumble upon passer-byes while oggling public changing rooms. \n\nThen they get brave and call us to come over to them.\n- [[Some do, but not me.|1sun6]]\n- [[I am curious about the local hicks and their strange customs.|1sun5]]
[>img[cards]]I play some hands with my fellows, and we have a good time. \n\nSteve tells stories about sport, Mike tells stories about whores, Tom tells some jokes and I tell them about some political issues. \n\nAll in all a nice and wholesome day, even if I do not like the talk about squirming new whores that are prissy about getting their asses groped; and those jokes about long black dickes are getting old by now. \n\n[[Otherwise a fine afternoon and evening.|2mon1]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Sunday of your seventh week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. You will swim in the lake after breakfast and take a shower after your swimming lessons. Assemble in the Hall for breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \n\nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs to the hall. Breakfast is cheese sandwiches, vitamins and pills, and it literally makes me -and some others- spit. \n\nAfter another cruelly cold swimming lesson we are given lunch boxes -eggsandwiches, milk and vitamins- and told to study in our rooms. \n\nWe retire to our rooms, still naked. It is nice to have some time for quiet reading. \n\nAfter dinner -sandwiches with milk and vitamins- the wicked headmistress addresses us: "//We have been discussing your school uniforms over the weekend. \nThe vote is split, and we will not make your current dress permanent.//" Many of us cannot help but smile. Not me: //SHE// is smiling, so there is more -evil- to come. "//But we will prolong the Body Awareness Weeks unto the next week. After that you will wear school uniforms again. Sports will be naked when inhouse.//" \n\nBitch! [[But what can we do?|8mon1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]\n
[>img[mng]]"//No need for playful touches here, my little Eva. \nWhen we are outside, the leaves will fall from your bush and my snake will come out to play with your apples, babe!\nTonight little Eve will be the one to put out her apples for the snake and her apples get a frosting.//"\n<<back>>
[Current End of Content]\n<<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 11; $charpic to 25; $fitness to 9\n>>
[>img[shield]]After a long moment the pimp smirks: "//No problem. But if your girls want oggle my girls, they have to wear the same clothes as my girls and to the same work. Next time you will adher to the dress code and the entry rules, ladies!//" \nHe bows and leaves with the thugs while the naked tramps holler with laughter. I am confused: what was that?!\n\nBack in the boarding school I tell my fellows about this. They laugh, so I laugh with them. \nThen I ask the son of the landlord: "What's with these rings? SHIELDS. One of the gals with nipple shields from last week was gone this week, and the other was not wearing a nipple shield any more." \n\nHe smirks: "//I will show you next Thursday.//" \nNext Thursday? [[Why next Thursday?|2sun1]]
[>img[wavingbank]]When we -well: some of us- come to the hedge to see the goods of the tramps, they turn around, climb onto their bank and wave at us! Oh, shit! I totally blush, and they laugh at us. \nOne of them was wearing nipple rings last week: but she is not wearing any now. The other one with rings is not in the garden. \n\nOne of the naked gals giggles: "//Look, girls! New sluts in town!//" \n\nAnother smirks: "//But they are all WAY overdressed for this place! Step up, bitches: come to our side of the hedge and get naked!//" \n\nThe first one giggles again: "//Yeah, right: if you have tits, they swing naked in here//! \n\nThe third one frowns: "//I think the sluts ARE standing on the grounds already!//" \n\nThe second one nods: "//Absolutely! That means that their tits need to plop out of these prissy dresses!//" \n\nA voice behind us -a very MALE voice- barks: "//Get in and get naked! Now!//" We turn around and face a couple of strongmen flanking a ...gentleman... in a cheap, flashy suit. \n\nThen our butch feminist drill sergeants appear and tell us: "//Get HERE. Now. Or is there a problem?!//" \n[[They stare the pimp and the thugs in the eye.|2sat4]] \n
We track through the forrest, fast, for two hours before we get to that shitty little town again. There is no new exhibition, and even our drill sergeants refuse to look at the neolithic exhibition in the cellars for longer than half an hour. We get more free time this week. <<set $sidebar to 4; $charpic to 8>>\n\n[>img[gardenhedge]]We gather behind the museum: for some reason the drill sergeants leave us alone there. \n\nWhile we discuss what we could possibly do in this lousy excuse for a real town, one of the locals approaches us again: "//Hey girls: want to see something NICE? Come here! Come here and look! You will like this, I swear!//" \n\nAnother one nods emphatically: "//This is the real thing! Come and watch!//"\n\nLast week they showed the daring of our group some naked tramps: what was less than "real" about utterly naked tramps? They cannot show any more skin! On the other side: watching naked tramps in a garden is not the worst thing that ever happened to a man. Paradise was lost when Eve started to wear clothes...\n\nBeneath the silly dress and underdress I am a man: \n- But I can rub one of without staring at hillbilly tramps.\n[[I wait stoically until we return and I can finally get some sleep.|2sun1]]\n- [[I am curious about the nudist gals.|2sat3]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Saturday of your second week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nTake a shower and get to the hall for breakfast. \nAt 9 o' clock sharp you will assemble in class and work on the play. In the Afternoon you can slack in your rooms or take a guided walk to town.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5; $sidebar to 3; $charpic to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed. I am a little nervous, but Tom is telling Mike a joke and Steve pats me on the shoulder in passing. \nAll is well here, I guess. I need to pretend that is all there is and never go back to that terrible place on the other side of the lake. \n\nI do not have to shave my arms and legs: that toner is good for SOMEthing, I guess. I just hope that my hair will start growing again soon: men should not shave their body hair. \nBut if that stuff was in any way dangerous, my medic would not have given it to me. \n\nAfter breakfast -cheese sandwiches with milkshakes and vitamins- we assemble in class. Our teacher assigns us copies of the various plays: "//We would discuss what play to choose now, but you were all under the weather last weak: we do our reading today, and take that vote tomorrow. Concentrate on your texts, I want an informed decision.//" \n\nI study my play until lunch: vegetarian soup with milkshake and vitamins. \n\nIn the afternoon I can choose: \n- [[I go to town.|2sat2]]\n- [[I play cards with my fellows.|2sat2a]]
My sister writes: \n\n//Dear Little One! \nI hope that you are still my little brother! \nThere is much talk in town about your boarding school since Tom and Mike -your best buddies, right?- have been found by the police. Specifically since that weirdo Mike has been found without male organs, gnawing on the naked, castrated body of your friend Tom. \n\nRumour is that you all joined a cult, cut off your balls and dicks in a full moon ceremony and have resorted to cannibalism. \n\nI am heartily denying such talk: first of all you are a picky eater and would most certainly refuse to eat raw human flesh. Last year's movie -The Silence Of The Lambs- features a cultured, gourmet-chief cannibal: but we all know that you cannot cook at all, little one. You are not eating any dead body, I am reasonably sure about that. You are also, all of you, a bunch of whiny brats: there is no way in hell that you would take a knife to yourselves. Never ever, and especially not in a full moon night: it is cold outside at this time of the year, and who has ever heard of an indoors full-moon ceremony? \n\nOf course I am just joking: the way you like to joke about my pregnany and marriage. But there is talk in town, and some people are really, really excited. All reasonable people are laughing at them: but we are few and far between. \n\nBut back to the facts: Mike is really dead, and Tom really had a psychotic breakdown (and no male organs). My condolences, I know that both were friends of yours.\nYour -admittedly mean and somewhat vindictive- Sister// \n\nI pale: how terrible! Our good reputation is in shambles! \nThen I blink: how horrible! Tom and Mike ...lost their oversized //dicks//?! AND their swollen //balls//? \nAnd people ''KNOW''?? \n\nI cry a little. Then I decide to write my sister: \n- [[That Tom and Mike left healthy and whole for their rehab.|7fri1][$sister += 1]] \n- [[That this is all like totally horrible!|7fri1][$sister -= 1]] \n- [[Nothing. Nothing at all.|7fri1]] \n
[<img[hands]]That's NOT my //WAIST// where he puts that hand!!\nI pull his hand up from where I really do not want a MAN's hand repeatedly, but he ...slides... back down everytime. \nNot that the others fare any better: the hour of ass-groping is upon us all. \n\nI did NOT do that with my girl. Not in the dancing class, anyway. On the fair, as a freshly joined up Civic Rifleman, I will get my hands on a REAL piece of ass: a GIRL's ass!! \n\nNor is dancing all that safe otherwise: I am still not used to be led instead of leading, and the refugees are no great dancers, either. Well, this is not some tribal dance, I guess. But aren't Africans supposed to have such great rhythm? Why can't my "partner" dance a simple four-four time?! \n<<set $dancing += 1; $shame += 1>>\nThen, after an eternity with a man's hand on and off may ass, the evil Red headmistress calls: "//Promenade time!//" \n[[Do we have to do THAT again?!|1fripromenade1][$charpic to 14]]
We get into the bus, in high heels and bathing robes. The ride to the swimming pool is short but bumpy. Bumpy and therefore bouncy. My eyes water: these suction cups to really prick my swollen nipples... \n\nOur walk over the parking lot -for some reason the bus cannot park anywhere near the entrance- draws the attention of the local hillbillie youths: they wolfwhistle and catcall when they see a line of "gals" with huge boobs, in high heels and bathrobes, strutting over the parking lot with a lot of bouncing in their ...steps. \n\n[>img[pool1]]In the pool we drop our bathing robes, get out of these bloody high heels and endure a merciless drilling. \n<<set $sidebar to 6; $shame += 1; $charpic to 17>>\nI am not QUITE sure, but I think the brutish drill sergeants that we have for aerobic and swimming classes try to drown us: \nSwimming 40 laps a 50 meters? Is this competition training for a swimming club or a highschool class after a hard week?! <<if $fitness gte 3>>I barely make it. <<else>>I cannot even complete the set. <<endif>> \n\nWhen we strut back we are all utterly exhausted, and of us has not secured the bathing robe correctly: he tumbles over the belt and almost topples over. His robe opens, of course, and his fake tits swing wildly in their skimpy top. The hillhillies -that are oggling us again- howl with joy and start making pictures with their handies until the butch gymnastics teachers threaten them with death and emasculation. \n\nWhen I am in the bus I roll my eyes: what harm comes from taking a picture? That is not the problem. \n[[The problem is that they made us strut like this.|1fr5]]
[img[bj]]\nIt's not ALL bad: \n- I survive. //For a moment I thought I would choke on that monster, but I did not.// \n- I can wash in the sink. //And I have swallowed most of the cum anyhow.// \n- My dress does not get damaged at all. //It came back with pushbuttons for the straps, so he pops these open instead of tearing off the straps.// \n<<set $shame += 20; $blow += 1; $facial += 1>>\nIt's not all good either: \n- I will not be able to talk like //ever// again. //That monster must have been down in my stomach, I got heart problems when that THING throbbed while he came.//\n- I have sucked a man's penis. //I am a slut, and a pervert. Men do not suck men.//\n[[Maybe I can throw myself under the bus when we leave.|2fri][$tramp += 1; $charpic to 13; $sidebar to 5]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Friday of your first week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an swimming class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed for another day of costumed school. \n\nAfter a breakfast of cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins -we remind the kitchen help that Friday is for fish, not vegetable broth- we go to classes again. \n\nClasses are quiet today, and I can breathe easier without those fakes: only my allergic reaction shows under my blouse...\n\nLunch is fish today! Well, a fish curry with //RICE// instead of potatoes, but still: no vegetarian shit today. Milkshakes and vitamins make this a wholesome and good meal. \n\nThen we have more study time: \n- [[Time to relax!|1fr2][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]] \n- [[Study some, relax some: balance is important.|1fr2][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|1fr2][$standing -= 1; $learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]
[>img[dancing]]Today we dance very little: a couple of dances thrice between the other training. I am the "partner" of a trainer, and SHE is dancing the man's steps. This is pretty humiliating, to be honest. <<set $dancing += 1; $fitness -= 2>>\n\nThe rest of the time we do sidesteps, line-walking (what they tell us will become line-dancing once we are more agile) and other silly nonsense: in high heels. \n\nMost of us fall over once or twice: the swinging outweights in our blouses throw us off balance, and these heels would be hard to walk in even without the gelatine balloons. \n\nThere is more:I really have problems breathing with the weight on my chest, and tell the teachers. \nOne of them shrugs, but the other sighs: "//Friend of mine from college got implants: she had real problems with the bigger weight on her chest, too. Naturally buxom women grow into carrying their burden. Maybe the kids need to get some relief from theirs while they get used to it.//" She nods at me: "//I will talk with the medics and ask them.//" \n\nThat is good. [[I smile and thank her.|1tuesday8]]
Math is boring, but one of the guys asks some leading questions, and I finally understand what we are talking about: great guy! Sociology is not utterly uninteresting, to be honest, but I am not feeling all that well. \n\nMaybe the pills help that we get at lunch: or maybe the food. Today we get fish. Should be a Friday dish, but the Reds do not honour our traditions: and not all of us are in the same church. Good food, though!\n[img[study]]\nDuring the study period I ask the math guy to explain me some stuff, and in turn help him with history: disgusting, but indeed part of history. Some cultures think of having testicles as a privilege, not a human right for every man... \n\nHow do I spend my "study" time today?\n- [[Time to relax!|1tuesday7][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]] \n- [[Study some, relax some: balance is important.|1tuesday7][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|1tuesday7][$standing -= 1; $learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]
[>img[mutter courage]]The German lessons are quite traditional in comparison: we discuss Brecht's concept of alienation. Basically one must -says Brecht- shake the expectations of the audience or they will never realize the moral of the story. \nOne of our brighter guys -no fellow of mine- says: "//But if the audience is expecting a surprise, a modernisation, some special directness -or nudity on stage or whatever- would that not make a production a jaded, samey and ultimately bourgeoise attempt to please the sated audience by giving them exactly what they expect?//" \n\nSome of the others -the idiots!- snicker when he says "nudity on stage". Our teacher looks at them but does not react otherwise. When the bright guy has asked his question, she smiles: "//That was a provactive question very much in the sprirt of Brecht. Thank you very much. We will be able to discuss this in greater detail, since your select program was chosen yesterday: this class is doing the play. The acting, specifically. The logistic, stage design and costumes will be done by other classes. We will do this on the weekends.//" \n\nI frown: "Sorry, madam: you said 'select program'. I would like to join the drama team. But does 'select' not imply that we, well: select a program?" \n\nShe smiles: "//That is also a good question. And your enthusiasms is noted. But 'select' means in this case, that we teachers select an activity for our class.//" She frowns: "//While we are talking about way this boarding school works: you may want to reach a better understanding with your history teacher, if I may render a suggestion.//" \n[[Great: the history teacher is probably also going to select an activity for us.|1tuesday6]]
"This is a public school, not your private pleasure or horror show: whatever this is to you, madam. Please teach history or leave." Open words, but the others join in. \n\n[>img[et margot]]Five minutes later the headmistress is in the class. She asks in a stern voice: "//What is this ruckus?//" \n\nWe tell her in polite yet open words. \n\nShe looks at the picture that we have been give for the lesson. Then she shrugs: "//Castration is a fact of history. I am a history teacher myself, and while this is an unorthodox approach to recapitulate history, it is certainly an acceptable one.//" \n\nShe takes a look in the class register: "//This also is the SECOND approach that you seem not to like, gentlemen. Well, let me be abundantly clear about this: you are here at the sufferance of your teachers. You have agreed to learn what we teach. Rape and mutiliation are parts of history: that give cause to discuss these matters in class. You all -we asked you in the questionaire, remember?- idolize history. You need to face what history really was like: or you will never learn.//" \n\nShe turns to the teacher: "//Will you be studying this specific aspect of history at length, colleague?//" \n\nThe teacher shakes her head: "//This week only. Then we will focus on social justice.//" \n\nThe headmistress nods: "//Please proceed, colleague.//" \n[[She leaves with a stern look at our class.|1tuesday5]]
[>img[cut]]In class out history teacher has utterly lost her mind: "//Since you are not impressed by the problems of how women are being treated, we will study how MEN are treated through out history. \nToday we start with an ancienct, maybe one of the first cultures: the Ancient Chinese used to castrate...//" \n\nThis is bullshit. We have a curriculum, and need to study for our A-levels. Whatever power or revenge trip she is on, this does not do. Also castration jokes are //LAME//. \n\n- [[One of the other lads rises to protest.|1tuesday4]]\n- [[I rise to protest.|1tuesday4][$standing += 1]]
I decide to shave my arms and legs in the time between breakfast and the first lesson. We need to do that anyhow, and I am dead tired after sports: who needs to cut himself?! \n[img[shave]]\nOne of the guys cracks a joke about that, and some others laugh. \n\n- [[I shrug and do my thing.|1tuesday3][$will += 1]]\n- [[I blush and tell him that he is an idiot.|1tuesday3][$standing -= 1; $shame += 1]]\n- [[I grin and tell him that this is what great athletes do.|1tuesday3][$standing += 1]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your first week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed for another day of costumed school. \n\nI am not happy with my bra, though: my fake tits swing a lot and the wire makes breathing difficult. <<if $chafed lte 1>>My balls still hurt from the chafing: letting the big man swing has left his best friends raw. <<endif>>\n\nBreakfast is bread and cheese. Sugar is bad for us, they say; and there are neither sausages nor eggs. But at least we get our vitamins to balance this less than balanced diet and milk. I would have thought that they hate dairy products, too: [[but thankfully they are not that far gone.|1tuesday2]]
We are very pround of our new uniforms -bras suck, to be honest- and quiet willing to show off our progress when a couple of teacher-like looking people sit in the back of our classes and we keep doing repetitions in all classes.\n\nYes, we remember what we have done in German, History, Math and Sociology this year. <<if $learning gte 40>>I raise my hand all the time and get to give the correct answer quite often. <<else>>I am not the best student myself, but others can answer any questions with ease. <<endif>> \n\nDinner feels weird: there are no towels on our chairs BECAUSE WE ARE NOT NAKED!\nI am hugely happy, but some others cannot overcome their aversion to lunch and run to the toilets like every day. \n[Current End of Content]\n
[>img[showers]]We are allowed to shower after the dancing class: a great relief. \n\nTheoretically we all have to wear the fake tits even under the showers, but most discard theirs and enjoy a quite shower. \n\nSadly I am one of this weeks' losers that have to keep the fakes swinging: that cannot be healthy, and it certainly gives me both breathing problems and back pain. I know that my sister envies women with small titties, and I think now I know why. But big boobs LOOK so good! \n\nThe happy memory of one or other pair of bongos makes me smile again: I guess I will take a minute or ten of quite rememberance on a toilet later. Sharing is good, but rubbing one of is a private affair in my opinion. I wish my fellows would agree: I do not need to see their stiffs ever again. \n\nThe rest of the evening is short: I am exhausted and go to bed, without patting my own manhood or seeing any other. [[Mixed blessings, I guess.|1wednesday1]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your eighth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a sports class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the third of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \n\nWe walk to the hall, naked. I do not get to eat my breakfast, though: the fat kitchen help tells me to go to my medic. "//About your fat tits, Miss Areaola Alps.//" Very funny: but she seems to mean it. I am a little nervous about my bust size. Nervous enough to be a little ill on the way, to be honest. \n\n[<img[pumping]]My medic smiles and tells me: "//You are ...very well developed, especially regarding your mammae. Do not let that get you down: nothing wrong with a big bust. But since this is a fast growth, I would like to check you breasts.//" She attaches something to my boobs and ...eeks!!\nMy medic pats me on the shoulder: "//I know it's not nice, exactly: but it does not really hurt, either. Does it?//" \nI bite my lip: no //really//. At first, at last. Twenty minutes later my poor nipples feel BAD. \n\nMy medic stops the machine and puts some ointment onto my nobs: cool, and very nice. I sigh. She pats me on the shoulder: "//Be back tomorrow.//" I look at her with big eyes, but she just winks: "//Come on, it's not that bad. It's a natural thing, you know. You do know that mammae are not only for men, right?//" \nI blush, and she puts an arm around my shoulder: "//Given the circumstances it is perfectly normal and healthy for you to have swollen tracts. You are are perfectly healthy, buxom young woman. Be back tomorrow morning: this is part of your daily routine now, dear.//" \n\nI nod and go face the others with oiled nobs: they do make some good natured jokes, but [[I already AM Miss Areola Alps.|8wed2]]
[>img[donjuan]]More Lepanto, more Ado About Nothing, more math and more sociology of child care by the state. Well. \n\nDinner is baked potatoes -with the shitty mayonaise that makes a lot of people ill, again- and then I more homework for my fellows. <<set $learning += 1; $will += 1; $shame -= 1; $standing -= 1>>\n\nWe play basketball again in our naked sportsclass: I really hate all the bouncing, and my problem are MY big balloons, not the ball. \n\nDinner is cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins: then I get a letter from my sister. I blink: I should have written her to ask about, well: my dinner with Great-uncle Earnest. But I was a little nervous about that and now she has written first. I read the letter in our room. \n\nMy sister writes: \n\n//Little One! \nI am somewhat surprised how much Great-uncle Earnest -who really is a great man- likes you. He tell me that you are filling out nicely: so I guess you really LIKE the food at the boarding school. \nIf I did not know better I would think that he was talking about my little sister, not my baby brother. Apropos baby: mine is growing fast. \nSometimes I wish you could enjoy the greatness of Greatuncle Earnest the way I do. But I guess that is too much too hope for. Greatuncle Earnest sends his best regards, by the way. \nYours sister...// \n\nNice to see that she is well and gets along fabulously with Greatuncle Earnest. Before I go to bed I write her and...\n- [[congratulate her to the good health of her baby.|8thur1][$sister -= 1]]\n- [[wish her and the baby well.|8thur1]]\n- [[that I am getting a lot of milk, too.|8thur1][$sister -= 2]] \n
[>img[mng]]"//Right: I knew you are into this for the money, little whore. Well, I cannot pay you: this is part of your training, I guess. \nBut if your are fun to fuck, little bitch, I have a gift for you. After all you will never be tight in the cunt after tonight: even if you do not get a bun in the oven. You should get some compensation for that, girl. \nWell, lets go: I need to fuck you.//" \n<<back>>
[>img[cock]]"//Get naked, little whore! Tits out and lay on that skinny ass! I will plow your pussy now! I will make your tits bounce! I will pop your cherry and emtpy my balls into your womb, little slut!//"\n<<back>>
[>img[cock]]"//I like that you come ringed like a good little whore! \nBut I do not like these rings! Pimps put rings like these on the teats of new whores to see WHETHER they are pregnant, don' t they?\nIf you are so fresh as a whore that you are still ringed: let me give you nipple jewels that will GUARANTEE that you get pregnant... I get to sire a son, and you get to keep the nipple hangers. Deal? After all drilling your moneymaker open will be work as well as fun... So let us make good use of all the cum that I will pump into your pussy.//"\n<<back>>
<<if $tittygirl eq 0>>The others have already gone to bed, only Mike is still up when I change into payamas ...and stare at my chest: I am sporting a massive allergic reaction! \n\n[<img[nip]]He opens the locker door, so that the others cannot see me: "//Allergies? An irritation? Show me, maybe I can help.//" But then he //PINCHES// my nipples! OWW!! \n\nI almost slap him, but he motions at the others: "//Shut up, if you do not want to do a show for the whole room!//" \n\nHe slaps my face with his other hand, my nipple still between his fingers: "//You know that my father runs whores as a sideline, right? You have fucked them like the others, after all. \nThat is why I know EXACTLY what this is. \nYou are growing tits! \n\nThis is a girl's nipple: some hookers get here without tits, just nipples that get hard like yours, swell like yours and make them moan like you do when I do ...this!//" \nHe twists and OOHHH!! Oww!! \n\nHe laughs: "//You got girl titties with big, fat nipples: are you sure that you are a MAN? If not I can get you a place in a nice brothel, girly-tits!//" \n\nThe pig! [[I push him back and go to bed.|1fri1][$tittygirl += 1; $standing -= 1]] <<else>>[>img[boxers]]The others have already gone to bed, only Mike is still up when I change into payamas ...and stare at my chest: I am sporting a massive allergic reaction! \n\n[<img[nip]]He opens the locker door, so that the others cannot see me: "//How are your titties, girlytits?//" \nThen //PINCHES// my nipples! OWW!! \n\nI almost slap him, but he motions at the others: "//Shut up, if you do not want to do a show for the whole room!//" \n\nHe slaps my face with his other hand, my nipple still between his fingers, and shows me his erection: "//Do you know how sexy a good girly nipple can feel when you give it a nice twist? I like how the little tramps squirm when I do THIS!//" \nHe twists and OOHHH!! Oww!! \n\nHe laughs: "//I need to rub one off now: maybe you can do that for me next time, girlytits!//" \n\nThe pig! [[I push him back and go to bed.|1fri1][$tittygirl += 1; $standing -= 1]] <<endif>>
[>img[mng]]"//You are back, little slut! \nAnd you look MUCH hotter than I remember! \nAre you wearing nipple rings, you little bawd?//"\n<<back>>
[>img[mng]]"//Your tits feel great and your ass is a dream, little whore!\nToday my big piston strokes your cylinder until I blow all the steam from the last year! I just hope your overflow valve works... Honestly, little slut: if you are not on the pill we have a problem. \nNo one can get condoms around here! Is that a problem?//"\n<<back>>
[>img[mng]]"//I don't mind making you a bastard, little whore, but your will earn less with your pussy while you are knocked up. You will have a REALLY wide tunnel if you have my baby.//" \n<<back>>
[<img[nipples]]We do some line dancing today: that is actually fun. Would be in normal clothes without high heels and with women instead of dressed up guys next to me: but the idea, silly as it sounds, is good. \n\nI still do not like the steps: we start backward, not forward. Even when linedancing we are doing the girl-steps. But it feels good to be part of some larger group. I actually //like// dancing today.\n<<set $charpic to 7; $dancing += 2; $fitness -= 2>>\nAfter that I finally get rid of the fakes for a day of free breathing. I smile hugely and almost hug my medic, but one cannot take such liberties with a good woman. \n\nI greatly enjoy the shower and go back to our room with a happy smile and an unburdened chest. I do not even bother with the silly blouse, I just wrap a towel around my chest: I have seen girls do that in the public bath, and my nipples itch from the allergies. [[Free for a day!|3thur4]]
We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your fourth week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others pull their fake tits on, and we all get dressed. Steve looks sick. Mike and Tom are, well: lively. \n[img[dicks]]\nWe dress and go to the usual breakfast: cheese sandwiches, milkshake and vitamins for me. \n\nWe endure our history teacher: she is in a good mood today. Then we even put on the charm to deal with the assistant teacher. Yes, she is a lesbian: we do not offer her SEX. We are nice and polite and charming. \nThat does not work on the math teacher, but our sociology teacher grins when we try that on her: "//Spare me, kids. You are too big to get crayons and about 40 years to young for flirting. AND you are dependants of mine during this class. No one must ever be too close with dependants: THAT is immoral.//" \n[[Strange morals, but I believe that she is a good person at heart.|4tues2]]
After dinner -cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins for me- we get more letters from home. \n\nMy sister has written me: how nice of her. She mostly talks about her late husband's business and about our uncle who is helping her with the business and with her loneliness: "//A really big man!//" \nGood for her, I guess. I write her a letter with my congratulations. Family must stand together. \n\nSteve is not feeling well: he has lost a lot of mass lately, as I realize to my very surprise. He still is a sportsman, but not as broad in the shoulders as he was. Weird. \nMike and Tom are much more butch than ever, and a little edgy. When Mike shows the parcel he has gotten from the landlord, his father, they both polish their huge boners ...again. This is getting old fast! \n[img[dicks]]\nTheir truly huge dicks nonewithstanding, \n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|4thur1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|4thur1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]
[img[bdance]]\nOur dancing coaches are NOT happy today: "//We will try something today that has become a sport lately: belly dancing. No giggling, no teen jokes: you all have a belly -all human have, or we would be dead- and in Arabic countries public shows are done by male bellydancers since women are not supposed to 'show their beauty' in public.//" \nThis is not as bad as it sounds, really: and most of our nay-sayers are doped and docile. \n\nAfter the shower of the day and the usual lunch of cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins -and more pills for some- we are free for the evening. \n<<if $asshole eq 1>>[[I go to bed early today.|4twed1]] <<else>>After dinner I can either [[go study|4twed1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]] my role for the play (and that tome) and call ...a Blupe, or [[go to bed early.|4twed1]] <<endif>>
[>img[egg]]This has to be "funny lunch week". Today we get eggs with mayonaise. One each. One egg, one big helping of the same weird mayonaise. \n\nThe good news is: while this is no good mayonaise -smells weird- the mayonaise was not what ruined yesterday's lunch: with egg even this mayonaise tastes ok. \n\nAfter lunch we get to study: \n- [[Time to relax!|4tues3][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]] \n- [[Study some, relax some: balance is important.|4tues3][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|4tues3][$standing -= 1; $learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]
[img[aerobic]] \nSome jokster asks whether we can to belly dancing in this class. One of them butches frowns, the other shrugs and tells us: "//I will ask the headmistress.//" \nGreat: maybe we will have to do THAT in here now! \n\n[[Feeling a little happy is no reason to make such jokes.|4wed4]]
[>img[meatloaf]]Lunch is another joke: this really is funny week. The fat kitchen helper grins: "//Meat loaf for you. But no real meat loaves. Basically you get a bun, fresh from the oven.//" \nTastes like shit, and there is only more mayonaise to make it any better: and mayonaise with vegetarian crap is not my thing. \nSome of us get letters: not all of us write home, and not every family writes back. I got a letter from my sister. \n\nStudying is hard today: I am simply distracted by any number of weird thoughts, and so are the others: it does not help to be surrounded by lots of people that look like buxom gals with too many open buttons on their blouses. \nI really need to rub my wand when that bloody security box comes off: I am, well: horny. \n\nThis is no good time to study, really: \n- [[I persevere.|4wed3][$learning += 2; $fitness -= 3; $standing -= 1]]\n- [[I struggle with some efford.|4wed3][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I pretend to make an efford.|4wed3][$fitness -= 1]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your nineth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a sports class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the fourth of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hall for breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" <<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 9; $charpic to 23; $fitness to 7; $code to 1>> \n[<img[pumping]]I still do not like walking naked in public -even among girls- but I HATE this breakfast: cheese sandwiches with vitamins and milk. I run to the toilet to barf afterwards with the usual fellows. When we go back I check: we are all having huge nobs. Will the others get, you know: milked, too?\n\nWell: yes. We take turns at the newly established 'Pump Rooms' and the lessons start late. \n\nToday we are taking a written in German: six hours until lunch. \nLunch sucks, too. Coconuts "//...with MILK, just like you sluts!//" as the fat kitchen helper tells us. \n\nAfterwards the other half -the ones that get sick from lunch, not breakfast- get THEIR tits pumped while we others study. \n\nThen we all get our bushes shock frozen by "Water Gymnastics" in the cold lake. On the other side of the lake the ayslum seekers gather and wolfwhistle so loud that we hear them. \nSome of us wade in deeper into the icy waters, some of us do not care. \n\n- [[I shock-freeze my milkbags.|9mon2][$will += 1]]\n- [[I shake my big boobs at the men across the lake.|9mon2]]
[>img[hands]]I am not the only one who does not talk when we come back, or when we are bussed home. Most of us, me included, do not even protest when these big hands get under the hems of our skirts and fondle our bare cheeks.\n\nSome of us are ...hoarse: that thing was down my throat so deep that I got heart ache. Some have ...stains... on their dresses. My ...pervert... did help me to wash his ...that stuff... off. Not all of our ...dance partners... did that. \n\nMore reasons not to talk. Men do not get such stains from other men. We must never mention this to anyone, certainly not to each other. I would be utterly disgraced in the eyes of my fellows if they knew...\n\n[[We return to our rooms and fall into our beds.|2sat1]]
[>img[wurst]]Dinner is leftovers: we are all quite hungry from all the sport and get both the milksoup and the double wurst in the bun. \n\nAfterwards our cruel Red headmistress tells us: "//Bad news regarding the dance. \nI know that you all have grown accustomed to your dance partners -spread your legs for them- but they will be gone soon. Some will get deported, some get asylum and will bee moved to the nearby cities.\nYou will not meet them again after tonight.//" \n\n[>img[milksoup]]A wave of murmur raises: I do //not// like what that monster dick did to me! ...but the guy was no complete asshole, just a starved man with a very -too- long dick...\nI frown: 'nearby cities'?! I do not want these HUGE dong in MY girls puss... Wait. I have no girl any more. I AM the girl now. \n\nI blink: the headmistress has kept talking. Whatever. She is not usually telling anything important anyhow. \n\nWe are given school uniforms as dance attires to our surprise and herded to the bus. [[Last dance with my deflorator.|5fri4]]
[img[poolside]]\nHalf an hour later we are lined up STARK NAKED, //IN FULL VIEW FOR THE HILLBILLIES!!!// in the bath: there are no new bathing suits, we have to swim 'avec des culs nus, des chattes nues et des seins nus' as my dance partner would put it: with bare asses, bare pussies and bare tits. \n\nWe have to sit on the edge of the pool because our trainers have to explain the swimming moves: or so we are told. Then we have to do the moves -on the edge of the pool- flailing our arms and shaking our boobs. \n\nThe hillbillies howl and catcall when we walk into the pool and back out: they have probably been watching through the glass front. But at least they are not allowed inside. \nSome of our ...adventurous... mates whisper: "//One can see shit through these windows. They will not recognize us outside, and they can barely see our shapes!//" \n\nI assume that they know that fact from experiments of their own back when they were men. Still, they can see our naked silhouettes. I do not want to be naked in public!!\n\nIn the bus we ask the butches what that was about. The first one shrugs: "//Punishment for you, and a test of loyality for us. We do not like that, but we follow orders.//" \nThe other one shrugs: "//Last weeks you all were a bunch of virgins. Now you are all just like the rest, and the rest gets oggled until the revolution comes. Get used to it, bourgeois!//" \n[[That is SO rude!|5fri3]]
[img[handling]]\nWe have all done this. ''I'' have done this. But with a nightstick, not a two-handed maul. The monster is too big. \nHe is //hard//, mind: they are all. Three huge dongs in our little hands. \nThis is a bad idea. I feel flustered, but not hot. I am afraid. \n<<set $tugjob += 1; $blowjob += 1; $shame += 2>>\nThe men get up, and we are still on our knees. They take those huge dicks ...and put them into our mouths. \n[img[kissing]]\nMy man ruffles my hair while I try to suck the bulb in my mouth instead of my throat. I have seen //that// in films, but I am so NOT doing that!\nHe grins: "//Now that you are all tramps we can lie on the bed again, right?//" \n\nI blush and give a thumbs-up. [[I cannot really talk just now.|5fri8]]
By the time we are in our undies THEY are already naked with their dicks out in the open. \n[img[3x3]]\nShit. They are ALL that huge. ...and handsy: I have the hands of all three guys all over my cheeks! So have the others. They even got Steph's titties out, teaming up! \nThis will not do. We need to take the control back, and make sure there will be no mix-ups. \nI tell the men in French: "Lie on the bed, will you?" Then I tell Steph and Andrea: "Time for the hands-on approach. We do know how to do that, right? Anyone who needs to use her mouth is a tramp!" \nI smile and wink at my man: I //think// he is the biggest among the giants...\n\nAndrea rolls her eyes: "//Why don't you tell them EVERYTHING!//" \n\nI grin: "They do not speak German, we can talk freely." \nEvery healthy man does to himself what we have to do now. [[We got that down.|5fri7]]
[>img[three]]When we stop at the centre our math guy ...person, my fellow Stephanie and I sit together. The math g...al -Andrea without an "s" now- looks around: only drug-drones around us. \nShe whispers: "//Let us be honest: we are going to get some.//" <<set $charpic to 13; $sidebar to 5; $shame += 2>>\n\nMy fellow and I look at each other: one does not talk about having sex. Especially not as an unmarried woman. On the other hand, we are among ourselves, and we can talk about everything. Who else can we trust, in the end? \n\nWe nod: we are SO going to get some. \n\nAndrea nods, too: "//And the guys will be gone next week: this is our last dance with them.//" \n\nWe nod. \n\nShe hesitates: "//Do you want to team up? They do that in films, and it is hot.//" \n\nI blink. Stephanie bites her lips: "//You mean... the three of us AND our three guys?//" \n\nAndrea bites her lips and nods. \nMy fellow blinks, and nods. \n\nI ...\n- shake my head: [[no public sex.|5fri5a]]\n- bit my lip and [[nod, too.|5fri5b]]
[img[threebang]]\nAfter an hour I know why they change positions this often in porn: my pussy hurts most, of course, but right now I am starting to cramp up: I am not kneeling, usually, and my bloody knees also hurt. \n\nAndrea and Steph moan beside me, and the ball of our fuckers slap against our lips loud and hard. Synchronized: the fuckers are team players, and so are we. We have to be: I do not moan for the fun of it, there is a giant dong insite my lips, my tunnel, my cave that beating a fast rhythm against my stomach wall. \n\n[[I would be sick if I was not so full of dick.|5fri10]]
[>img[blowers]]We do our very best for a while, but none of us can swallow swords, let alone such greatswords. \nOne of the guys smiles: "//Is it just me or are these little whores both very eager and very, very bad at this?//" \n\nThe other one grins: "//They are new: give them some time. But I really want to put my dick all in now.//" \n\nThe first one nods: "//Good idea. They should take more blowjob classes in that school, and we should go for the main event now.//" \n\nWhat?! No!!\nWe just need some more...\n<<set $vaginal += 1>>\n[[Ohhhhhhh....eeeeehhhhh. Oyoyoyoyoyoy...|5fri9]]\n[img[threebang]]\n
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your sixth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \n\nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs to the hall. The late bloomers bounce rather than swing like we early starters. \n\nAfter a bad breakfast -cheese sandwich, milk, vitamins, barfing- we swing our naked bums and boobs to the classroom: only to be send to the study hall. We are too work on the plays while our teacher plan a project for our next lessons. Our math teacher supervises us. \n\n[>img[sausagepie]]Lunch is some vegan nonsense ...but it tastes none too bad: almost like REAL sausage pies. But that vegan stuff is not healthy: many more need to run to the toilets. Or maybe it is milk that makes them sick. Not the vitamins, I guess. \n\nMy medic -physician- is totally nice to me, and I feel real safe during the exam. Of course I tell her about everyone being sick all the time, but she just winks at me: "//That is absolutely natural, dear. You do remember what I have told you, right?//" \n\nI nod: of course, a medical trial has it's ups and downs. I guess it is the 'vitamins', after all. [[But that cannot be helped, I guess.|6fri2]]
When the dreaded "//Promenade!//" order comes, I almost run. I am NOT doing THAT!!\nBut he just grabs my hand and pulls me to that room again. The history teacher tells us over the microphone. "//Promenading is mandatory, dear pupils: GO NOW OR DROP OUT//" \nI am SO not //sucking// again! Maybe I can show him the fake tits and ...eeww!!... //tug// him? <<set $sidebar to 22>>\n\nI frown: there is a matress in the room. That is new. Is he sleeping here instead of his room in...\n\nHe pulls my dress down -at least I will not have to get it repaired again- and I when stare at the dropped dress he pulls my panties down, too!!\n\n[<img[feet]]He scoffs and says [[something|3frifrench2]] in that weird language: "//Pourquoi portes-tu une ceinture de chasteté, petite salope? Tu l'as dans le cul aujourd'hui, pas dans la chatte! \nNous étions d'accord là-dessus, et je suis un homme de parole. Laissez-moi vous apporter ceci...\n\nTu peux le remettre et jouer au vierge pendant encore une semaine après que j'ai pénétré par effraction dans ta porte dérobée... Bien sûr, tout le monde verra que ton trou du cul se fait déjà baiser.\nJe ne sais pas pourquoi vous, putes blanches, faites tant de bruit avec vos chattes: cette école vous entraîne toutes à avoir des bites dans la chatte pour gagner votre vie, n'est-ce pas?//"\n\nHe snaps the rubbers that hold my secure box, and pushes me on the mattress. [[What the...|w5prom2]]
He grins: "//But now that the Opener of the Way has opened your toll tunnel for public traffic I want to be your first customer. \nI still got no money, but this is a pair of nipple hangers: if we do this again you may get a second wish. A lesser wish -you are no virgin any more, after all- but another wish. The second hanger works like the first ...if maybe a little less powerful.//" <<set $creampie += 1; $vaginal += 1; $shame += 5; $whore to 2>>\n\n[<img[doggy]]I babble, and -as I should have known- that is a mistake in situations like this. \nHe is WAY too big for me: I feel his oversized head beating against my stomach. He is not only past my vagina, he is also stretching my womb! \nAgain I endure what feels like hours of pounding: but he only lasts 43 minutes inside me this time, according to the wall clock.\nWhen he pulls his giant head out I squeal from the pain: that thing is even bigger than the shaft, and THAT was tearing me open! \nThe HEAD [[hurts.|4fri21a]]\n\n
[>img[cock]]He picks up the pendants: "//The pendants should have stayed on your teats... \nSorry, but this is a sign that they are not meant for you. I gave them to you as your whore money, but if you were given knowledge instead...\nListen, you are a hard-working little whore now, and I greatly enjoyed being along for your defloration, but it may be better if I keep the pendants.//" \n\nHe washes his dicks and dresses. I stare at him: I am NO ''WHORE''! \nAm I? I didn't WANT this. I did not stop it either. I was drugged! But he does not know that. He even asked, I guess. This is all the evil Reds' fault! \nBut... "What do you mean: you 'were along for my ...defloration'? That was YOUR dick in my pussy!" \n\nHe winks and grins: "//Oh, yes, little whore: my dick and my balls. But you see, I am a religous man. No Houngan, mind. But a horse for the Old Man With The Iron Rod, and he rode me while I was doing you. This...//" he points at my gaping pussy "//...was the great Iron Rod. There is no better fucker, mom said. She should know, I guess. Your baby will be my brother, not my son.//" \n\nBaby?! I am not having a BABY! I do not want one! And one cannot get preggers at the first time, right? I think I read something like that in a magazine. [[Yes, I definetely read that somewhere.|4fri21]]
Back at the hall -we are more than three hours late by now- the headmistress has arrived. She takes one look at me and the huge man who walks me in. Then she makes a note on a list: "//Deflowered, I guess. Welcome to your new life as a whore, tramp. Go to the couches over there and get naked: I will inspect the damage when the sluts are all back.//" \n\nI want to protest but one of the butches slaps me: "//Get your fucked ass over there and present your moneymaker for inspection like the others, whore!//" \nThis is so MEAN! There are five couches on that wall, and on every couch are five naked ...girls... when the evil headmistress finally comes to inspect our wide open pussies. \n[img[lineup]] <<set $shame += 20>>\nShe turns to our history teacher and whispers: "//You got a bloody THIRD of the year deflowered and fucked up! There is not a single virgin among the first batch any more! Are you mad or stupid?//" \n\nOur history teacher cackles: "//Virginity is overrated, dear. I am QUITE sure that these little whores will do fine!\nThey are not the real present, after all. They are the means to get us what we will need.//" \n\nThe headmistress shrugs: "//We WILL see. No more of that shit, or I will kick you out. You just ruined our time line. The late date was a fallback option only if this happened by accident. Now we have to get ALL of the others like this, too: these will not give us what we need.//" I do not think that I was supposed to hear that...\n\nThe others are gone by now, neither Mike and Tom nor Steve are with me in the bus: but all the doped ones and some others. I think we ALL got deflowered and filled with cum: [[we have to sit on plastic sheets on our busride home.|4sat1]]
After dinner -cheese sandwiches AGAIN, with a milkshake and vitamins- We have to put on the make do with the skimpy dresses again. I get new nylons, and the others whose clothes got damaged last time also get replacements. Huh. That must cost a pretty penny. \n\n[>img[mng]]My dress fits loose in the belly, but tighter in the chest: at least I think so. Can't be, but... \nAnd no, my ass is NOT getting fatter every week! What asshole jokes about the ass of a classmate?!\n\nWe get bussed to the refugees' social building and march in on our high heels, fake boobs swinging wildly.\n<<set $charpic to 13; $sidebar to 5>>\nThey still LIKE the sight. A loooooong lot.\nMen will be men, and swinging tits grow boners. \nBoners of pornstar size, any and all of them. \nThis would make me uncomfortable even if they were not starring at MY -fake- chest and MY -very real- ass.\n\nI just hope that there will be nothing untowards happening today. But this way or that: since we cannot flee; it's [[time to dance.|2fri5]]
<<if $sidebar eq 1>>[img[combo]]\nThis is a hobby game for adult players only. <<elseif $sidebar eq 2>>We are in my proud hometown: a great place with a long history. \nFirst a Roman Castle, then a medieval town -in the Hanse for two decades!- and well known by locals for our brave if futile resistance against the invading French in the Thirty Years Wars and the Napoleonic Wars. \n\nMy school is a remodelled medieval Grammar School -boys only, of course!- and my true love is the Rifleman Enactor Guild that celebrates our forefathers fighting evil Napoleon. \nThere is also a fair. <<elseif $sidebar eq 3>>[img[lsbs]]\nI am at the boarding school. \n[[Weekly Curricula|weekly curricula]]\n[[Planer|planer]] <<elseif $sidebar eq 4>>[img[town]] \nI am in the town two hours from the boarding school. <<elseif $sidebar eq 5>>[img[wh]]\nI am at the Social Centre for Asylum Seekers. <<elseif $sidebar eq 6>>[img[poola]]\nI am at the local swimming pool.<<elseif $sidebar eq 7>>[img[wavinga]]\nI am in the ...Free Entry Club. <<elseif $sidebar eq 8>> <<elseif $sidebar eq 9>> <<elseif $sidebar eq 10>> <<elseif $sidebar eq 11>> <<endif>>\n<<if $code eq 1>>[img[dresscodea]] <<endif>>\n\n<<if $week eq 1>>[img[week1]] <<elseif $week eq 2>>[img[week2]] <<elseif $week eq 3>>[img[week3]] <<elseif $week eq 4>>[img[week4]] <<elseif $week eq 5>>[img[week5]] <<elseif $week eq 6>>[img[week6]] <<elseif $week eq 7>> [img[week7]]<<elseif $week eq 8>>[img[week8]] <<elseif $week eq 9>>[img[week9]] <<elseif $week eq 10>>[img[week10]] <<elseif $week eq 11>>[img[week11]] <<elseif $week eq 12>>[img[week12]] <<elseif $week eq 13>>[img[week13]] <<elseif $week eq 14>>[img[week14]] <<elseif $week eq 15>>[img[week15]] <<elseif $week eq 16>>[img[week16]] <<elseif $week eq 17>>[img[week17]] <<elseif $week eq 18>>[img[week18]] <<elseif $week eq 19>>[img[week19]] <<elseif $week eq 20>>[img[week20]] <<elseif $week eq 21>>[img[week21]] <<elseif $week eq 22>>[img[week22]] <<elseif $week eq 23>>[img[week23]] <<elseif $week eq 24>>[img[week24]] <<elseif $week eq 25>>[img[week25]] <<elseif $week eq 26>>[img[week26]] <<elseif $week eq 10>>[img[week10]] <<elseif $week eq 11>>[img[week11]] <<elseif $week eq 12>>[img[week12]] <<endif>> <<if $springbreak eq 1>>[img[spring break]] <<endif>>\n\nStanding: $standing\nFamily: \n- Parents: <<if $parents eq 1>>Love and Support. <<else>>No Letters... <<endif>>\n- Sister: $sister\n- Greatuncle Earnest: $greatuncle\nShame: $shame\nLearning: $learning\nDancing: $dance\nWill: $will\nInsight: $insight\nFitness: $fitness\n\nContent \n[[Game Warning|Start]]\nIntro: [[End Of An Era|g1]]\n\n26 Weeks\n- [[Arrival|g27]]\n- [[January|g55]] \n[[1st Week|g55]]\n[[2nd Week|2mon1]]\n[[3rd Week|3mon1]] \n[[4th Week|4mon1]] \n- February \n[[5th Week|5mon1]]\n[[6th Week|6mon1]]\n[[7th Week|7mon1]] \n[[8th Week|8mon1]] \n- March\n[[9th Week|9mon1]]\n[[10th Week|10Mon1]]\n[[11th Week|11mon1]] \n[[12th Week|12mon1]] \n- Spring Break\n- April\n- May\n- June\n- July\nGraduation Day\n\n<<if $fellows eq 1>>[[My fellows]]<<endif>> \n\nGame by Blauz.
She hands me a large book -a //tome//, really- and tells me: "//I think that you have certain talents ...maybe callings... that may help you to get out of this mess. You are -to be honest- a little bigotted and narrow-minded, but you are also a basically nice person in my opinion. \nHere is a one time offer: read this tome. Not for ridicule or making fun: read it as if this was real. This is not the philosphy of marching in lines with fake costumes, and not the way of fake tits and mood enhancers. This is the way that I follow myself, and it leads to unsettling thoughts and disturbing insights.//" \nI blink and look at the tome, then her. What?\n\nShe sighs: "//I will show you something.//" She opens the book on a page and shows me a passage: the bloody book is in Latin! "//Do NOT read aloud from this book! That is VERY important!//" I nod. She really means that, and I am feeling a little nervous now. \n[>img[blupe]]Then she points at that passage again, stands up and opens her hands. She quotes that passage from memory, and there is power in her voice. \n\nSomething blue, and watery and ...alive... is in her hands.\nI stare, wide eyed. Did she just ...?\nShe smiles: "//This is a Blupe. It is alive, and friendly, and does not mind being called as long as one sends it back again. I have summoned the Blupe, and bound it. Binding only means that it does not go exploring: failing to bing a Blupe does no harm since Blupes do no harm. \nOther beings can be summoned and bound, but most of those DO harm if one does not bind them. \nDO NOT SUMMON ANYTHING but a Blupe.//" \n\nI gulp. That is magic and if magic existed it would be evil, right? On the other hand, there is that little watery being, and it is not evil. Just very, very alien. [[What is this?!|3sun4]]
[>img[rings]]She shrugs: "//Whatever else you are, you are still my patient. Do not take any pain medication that has not been perscripted by me: they are a little too free with that stuff in my opinion. Since your asshole probably hurt, here are some pills without side effects. One pill in the evening, before you go to bed.//" \n\nI take the pills: they are a common brand, we have some of those at home. \n\nShe sighs: "//I also need to check your chest, dear. Remember that ring test that you told me about? If you got nailed the rings may have dislodged. Strip, please.//" \n\nI do: she is caring for me after all. Also mean: but less so than everyone else. The nipple rings ARE broken. My medice takes them off and checks my swollen nipples ...and the fakes. "//No harm done either to you or the fake mammae. Sometimes it helps when one deals with liars like the guy that gave you the nipple shields: if they had been antiques from the war they would have hurt you when they snapped.//" \n[[I am NOT sure I like that line of thought.|4mon1]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your fourth week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed for another day of school. Then we break our fast with cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitaming: some of us also with pills. There seem to be two different sets of pills: one of our once angry classmates sits next to Tom, and their pill do not look the same. \n\nOur classroom is not all that comfortable: last week I was cold all the time, this week I feel hot all the time. Some of us ask for open windows, others open their blouses to the navel: most of us sit with legs spread to reduce chafing and the heat under these stupid skirts. Our history teacher and the assistant German teacher seem amused, but do not allow us to open the windows. \n[[It is winter, after all.|4wed2]] \n
[<img[washup]]When he is finally done he washes his giant ...tool... and sits me on the washing bassin. He hands me soap and I wash my abused rear. I have a lot to wash off my whole back and out of my, my... He has REALLY big balls, and I got a lot of icky white stuff on me, in me. \n<<set $shame += 5>>\nOnly when I get back I realize that I even got the better part at this abomination: many of my classmates ...leak. They had no chance to wash. \n\nThe history teacher grins: the wicked witch! She pinches my cheek -not my face- and cackles: "//Well, nothing bad ever happens in situations like this. \nWe discussed that, and you told me that it 'is the fault of a tramp if she gets some'. \nTherefore I assume that all is well, dear. \nIsn't it?//" \n\nI smile and nod and pretend that all is well: because it is the fault of the tramp that she gets fucked, and I am not tramp. \nTherefore I did not just get fucked in the ass: [[obviously.|3sat1]] \n
We are bussed back to the boarding school, and there is an emergency teachers' conference. \nThis time the medics are joining. \n\n<<if $asshole eq 1>>[img[teamed]]\nMeanwhile I get fucked by the two assholes.\nMike tells me: "//This is on the house: we do not pay when we fuck you, whore.//" <<set $creampie += 2; $shame += 2; $vaginal += 2; $anal += 2; $asscumshot += 2>>\n[[Mike is MEAN!.|4ast5]] <<else>>[>img[byakhee]]I hide in the loft room and study. The good news is that I DID get a second boon: I can read (and probably speak) Latin now. I just hope that I get not struck with anything else from the fucks that I had to endure...\n\nCalling a Blupe works very well, and I learn to (but refrain from) summoning an entirely different beast: something called a Byakhee. There is a picture in the tome, and it does not look //nice//. Maybe I should be VERY well trained before I even consider calling such a beast. \n\nNontheless: magic seems to be real, and part of what is happening here. [[Some magics are obviously ...hurting.|4ast5]] <<endif>>
The next morning is no better than the night was: Mike and Tom somehow still have their dicks, and they simply push Steve out of the room: "//We need some privacy, pal!//" \n\nThen they turn to me: "//Show us your used pussy, whore! We are going to collect rent! This is our room, and any whore that bunks here has to put out.//" \n\nMike smirks: "//Or we can show little Steve the hole between your legs. Your choice: work for your living or let everyone KNOW that you are a whore now!//" \n\n[<img[teamed]]I gulp: but I simply cannot afford anyone to KNOW. It is bad enough that they may //guess//: but they must not //KNOW//. \nI have no choice but let them do the evil deed. Both of them do //that//, each in both my holes...\n\nHell, at least that refugee asked. Not that I have understood a word, but he asked. He did not blackmail me and bang me. He also lasted longer than these assholes. <<set $creampie += 2; $shame += 5; $vaginal += 2; $anal += 2; $asscumshot += 2>>\nBut they also have big dicks ...and balls: [[and neither of them pulls out, either!|4sat2]]\n
[<img[half]]We are bussed into town and herded in to an administration building next to the local hospital. We are send to changing cabins where we have to get naked. \n\nI get a visit by a doctor who ...tests my condition. \n\nWhen he has cum inside me, he slaps my bar ass: "//Approved! Go to the room and get into the gyn chair.// \n<<set $creampie += 1; $shame += 5; $vaginal += 1>>\nI do as he says and some other man in scrubs fixated me ...and gets a tattooing machine out! I scream for help like a girl.\n\nThankfully my German teacher hears me and busts into the room. \nShe raises an eyebow: "//Are you mad? Let her go. NOW.//" \nI wonder whether they will violate her, too: but they do not dare to do THAT, it would seem.\n\nShe helps me dress: "//I have no idea what this all is about, other than some half-assed plan to make a 'Great Medical Breakthrough For All Trapped In The Wrong Body'. I really wonder whether you ALL made an informed decision to see that through, and there is no way that I let pupils under my care get FUCKED in a hosptial. Has the world gone mad?!//"\n[[Well: either that or we are having a really rude awakening, she and I both.|4sat4]]
Around noon -when the fuckers are limp and I am full of their cum- the headmistress makes an announcement: "//Today we are repairing the damage done last night: what repairs are possible. \nTake a shower, and assemble for lunch in the hall. \nSeveral of you will take a trip to town today: I will read the names now. The others have the rest of the day off.//" \nShe reads a list of twenty five names: I am on it. \n\n[<img[coconut]]Lunch is a pair of coconuts for me and half of the others: "//You do not need the milkshakes and pills any more, you whores//" the fat kitchen helper tells us: "//Get your whore asses away from me! I am a respectable woman!//" \n\nThe coconuts are green -that cannot be healthy- but right now i do not care whether I die. I drink the juice and eat the content with a spoon. <<if $asshole eq 1>>Disgusting.\n[[Our German teaches comes along for the ride.|4sat3a]] <<else>>[[Disgusting.|4sat3]]<<endif>> \n
[<img[hands]]That's NOT my //WAIST// where he puts that hand!!\nI pull his hand up from where I really do not want a MAN's hand repeatedly, but he ...slides... back down everytime. \nI thought we were clear about this!\n He talkes into my ear a lot while we dance and his hand -let us not pretend- gropes my ass like a was a girl: "//Ok, salope : tu es de retour, et cette fois je tire avec mon arme si tu sors encore d'ici avec moi.\nReste juste ici si tu ne veux pas ça, petite salope, mais SI tu sors avec moi, je pourrai voir ces gros seins et jouir dessus après que tu aies sucé ma bite! \nSommes-nous clairs à ce sujet ? Je ne redemande PAS dehors, petite salope: ne joue plus aux timides. Si tu sors, tu me montres tes gros seins nus, souffle-moi et je jouis sur tes grosses mamelles!//" \nFor a moment I think he wants to KISS me: gross!\n<<set $dancing += 1; $shame += 2>>\nI still do not speak his [[language]], but he really should speak MINE by now -this is MY land- so I tell him: "We do that promenade thing again not to raise suspicions, but no shit this time!" \nI hate whispering into his ear: when I do we stand so close that his dick actually TOUCHES my leg: EEHHH!!\nHe laughs: "//Pas besoin de touches ludiques icy, ma petite Eva. Quand nous serons dehors, les feuilles tomberont de ton buisson et mon serpent sortira pour jouer avec tes pommes, bébé! Ce soir, c'est la petite Eve qui sortira ses pommes pour le serpent et ses pommes se glacent.//"\nI am too disgusted to pay any attention to his foreign [[babbling]]. \n\nThen, after an eternity of his hand on and off may ass, the headmistress calls: "//Promenade time!//" [[and we have to do THAT again...|m3promenade1][$sidebar to 10]]
[>img[et margot]]The assembly gets a little out of hand, and several of our teachers walk us out of the hall in classes: we do follow the righteous lead of our teachers! Of course we do! It is the Reds that protest and destroy! \n\nOur new headmaster confers with the new -one term only!- administration, and maybe they will come up with further mayhem and murderous attacks on our way of life, but today we have saved all that is good and right and manly. We are not the only ones that think so: obviously. \n\nAmong our supporters are our parents. Mine are silent supporters, but others are more vocal. One of them is the father of a fellow from my line in the Riflemen Reenactor Guild Juniors. This year -now that we are 18 and adults- our band of four fellows joins the adult chapter of our RRGuild. \nWe march at the great fair every year to commemorate our glorious victory over the evil tyrant, Napoleon. \nSince we are not professional soldiers but must obviously look good we do that in lines of four abreast. Four fellows that train together and form the basic social unit of our hometown. \n\nMy three fellows are Mike, Tom and Steve. Steve is our strongman, I am the thinker and Mike is connected. Tom is more of a follower. Mike's father is the most enthusiastic supporter: "//You are great, guys! Manly! Let me give you a treat for manly guys!//" \n\nOk. Why not? We thank Mike's father: [[any support of our fight against the evil Reds is welcome.|g4]]\n\n
[[Never!|g2]]
//Dear Brother!\nI have news for you that you may not like. Many people back home, mostly the women, liked it a lot, though. \nThe body of Mike's father -the pimp, who know- has been found. The official read is that he was 'grotesquely mutilated'. Town gosspi says: he got castrated and beaten to death. People wonder whether some of his whores or some of his rivals did the deed. \n\n[>img[preg02]]Two of the girls from your New Year Party are pregnant, by the way: they claim that Tom and Mike knocked them up. No one seems to be able to reach Tom or Mike, though: so some district attorney ordered a paternity test. \nBoth got knocked up by the same guy! \n\nThey have admitted to doing a foursome, and both of the girls got a shot from both of the guys. I am betting with one of my rare friends whether they will abort the babies or whether their mothers will drown them in the river. No one really believes that they will have their bastards, and marrying a childless widower is not an option now that the father (singular) of their babies is known. \nYou will probably agree with most of the town: that they got their fair desert. \n\nJust so that you rest easy: your girl (and Stephan's girl) both are telling everyone that THEY were nowhere near the orgy -are foursomes an orgy already?- and that you and Stephan were TOTAL gentlemen! \nLike most I assume 'gentleman' means: 'He used a condom'. \n\nKeep yourself rubbered up, little man!\nYour sister.// \n\n- [[I tell her that OF COURSE I have used a condom.|6thur1]]\n- [[I tell her that OF COURSE they got their fair desert.|6thur1][$sister -= 5]] \n- [[I tell her that I am happy that my and Steff's girls are ok.|6thur1][$sister += 1]]\nNot that I have any further use for a girl: not for the time being...
[>img[room]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your third week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $charpic to 6>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, but I get to lay off mine today! We dress in our silly school uniforms and go get our breakfast of cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins ...with some pills for the usual suspects. They are so doped up that they even try to behave like girls by now. \n\nOur history teacher tries to get us by praising the military skills of that dictator, Napoleon, but we lay her low with becrying his many working class victims: she does not care in the least about OUR fathers, but the evil dictator was conscribing and killing lots of HER people, too. Not that she is working class or ever knows any worker. \n[[She just FEELS for them.|3thur2]] \n
[>img[mutter courage]]The assistant German teacher tries to find sexism in Brecht, but we shrug that off, too: "We have agreed, I thought, that Brecht was mirroring what he thought to be social injustice. Therefore -if there are sexist parts in his plays- those would reflect on society's sexism, not Brecht's. You are transferring social norms onto the very critic of these norms, just like his 'new right' haters." \n\nThe assistant teacher throws a hissing fit, and our real teacher has to intervene. She makes me apologize -I do, since I like her- and sends the assistant teacher to the back of the class. \nAfterwards she scolds me: "//Do you WANT to provoke her? And if you want to provoke someone -you really SHOULD not in your position- why are you going after the weakest link? That does not look brave to me.//" \nOuch. Well, the lesbian assistant teacher is the weakest of them, and maybe it is unfair to go after her. But going after the headmistress... Not today. \n\nI am called to the board in math today. <<if $learning gte 7>>I do ok. <<else>>I may need to study more. <<endif>>\nSocial Studies is calm and relaxed, while lunch is subdued: rice with vegetable curry, milkshakes and vitamins. \n\nStudy time: [[I try to understand math a little better, just in case...|3thur3][$learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]
[>img[rings]]Back in our room Mike makes a great show of handing my two tiny rings: "//These are for you! I will show you now how to use them!//" Tom stares at me, and laughs. \n\nSteve is not in the room, and I feel weird among my fellows: that is SO wrong! I frown: "What do you mean?" \n\nMike shrugs: "//Some of our classmates have seen naked whores in this town: two with these rings. You told us, and you have also asked about the rings that my daddy's whores were wearing. Therefore I asked my daddy to send me a pair of rings, and today I will show you how they are used.//" \n\nTom giggles: "//Needs to be done today, you see?//" \n\nMike nods: "//Only day of the week when I can show you.//" He pulls at the towel that I have dropped over my naked chest to cover my allergic reactions after the shower. Putting a blouse on ...itches. "//Show us your chest, please.//" \n\nI blink. What? Tom slaps me, and Mike grabs my towel when I push Tom back, the asshole. My chest is rather irrigated and they stare at my nipples.\n- [[I am shocked and just stare back at them.|3thur5]]\n- [[I slap both of them.|watered1]]
Then the asshole grabs my nipples and mounts the bloody rings on my swollen nipples! \n"//There you go, girly-tits! Now you are ringed like a fresh whore.//" \n[img[ringing]]\nTom is still holding my arms, and Mike ruffles my hair: "//These rings are pregnancy tests: old school. If a tramp tries to get hired by a new master, they come loaded now and then. \nNothing wrong with pregger tramps under normal circumstandes, of course. Most whores have bastards. But when a whore's belly grows while she works that makes the customers nervous, even those that have used condoms inside the pregnant whore. \nTherefore all pimps put rings on their new whore, just like I have just ringed you. When the whore is not having a bastard inside, the rings drop off during her first week of shagging. Some guys make sure by riding their fresh flesh themselves: doggy, you know, so that the bells swing. When the rings drop, the tramp is empty and stays. When the rings stay on, she is loaded and gets the kick. There are special clubs that look for preggo whores: some customers like riding loaded boats, I guess. \nThat is why the whore without rings was still in the brothel in this shitty town last weekend, and the other was gone.//" \nHe pinches my ringed nipples: "//I wonder whether YOUR rings will drop...//" <<set $shame += 5; $standing -= 5>>\nI barely manage to put on payamas before Steve comes back: no one must see this! [[The scandal would kill me!|3fri1]]
We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your fifth week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others pull their fake tits on, and we all get dressed. Steve has a waist and a small tits now. \n\n[>img[eastereggs]]We get cheese sandwiches and herbal tea again. \n\nToday our history teacher is riling us, and the assistant teacher has us write a test in German. Math and Sociology go well. \n\nLunch is a surprise: nested eggs! That is traditionally an Easter Dish, but hey: eggs! That is totally not vegetarian, I guess. I love it. Of course there are not enough of these delicacies: but I get a nested egg.\n\nAfter Lunch we get to study: \n- [[Time to relax!|5tues2][$fitness -= 1]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|5tues2][$fitness -= 2; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|5tues2][$fitness -= 3; $learning += 2]]
Our history teacher has us write a test, and our assistant teacher discusses a literal topos: virginity and the loss of virginity. Bitches. \n\nMath is wholesome, and Sociology is even interesting today. \n\nLunchtime: vegetable broth and mineral water, with vitamins. Two thirds of us are on pain medication by now. \n\nAfter that we get to study: \n- [[Time to relax!|5mon2a][$fitness -= 1]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|5mon2a][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|5mon2a][$learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]\n
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your first week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed for another day of costumed school. I hate my bra. \n\nBreakfast is rather bad, again: cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins. One of us tells the fat kitchen help in rather open words what he thinks of this: "//We are MEN! We need meat! We need sausages! We do not need meaty iditos that steal our food, gobble it up themselves and dream of getting a sausage from a man instead of doing it with a cucumber!//" \n\nSilence falls. \n\n- [[I support my fellow man.|wout]]\n- [[I watch another guy trying to diffuse the situation.|1wed2]]\n- [[I try to defuse the situation myself.|1wed2][$standing -= 1; $will += 1]]
[>img[news]]When we go to the first medical check I AM surprised by what I have signed: apparently they want us to wear fake boobs now. \n\nIt's not the fault of the medical assistant, of course: she is a dear. But she still insists that I get //stark naked// as if she was a doctor or something. She is too young for that, and too pretty. She also insists in checking me THOROUGHLY and also insists that I put on the silly silicone tits. \n\nShe is stacked herself and lean: so I politely refrain from making the obvious joke. Ok, I have to think it if I cannot say it: 'At least I am wearing the silicone OVER my skin.' \nIf she has implants herself -I surely hope hers are real- that joke would be rude. \n\nBut I am a gentleman and do not insult ladies. Especially not ladies that check my testicles and my //ANUS// on a weekly basis! These checks are as it is almost worse than the silly plastic tits: [[a gorgeous woman has her hands on my manhood ...but only for medical purposes!|g32]]
Basically we need to dress up as girls, adher to school schedule and do as we are told: including sports and activities. Well, that is new about that? We are all good young men and can follow orders with the best, we are all quite fit, and we have been pretending to be girls in class for a while now. What is the difference if we wear our costumes all day? \n\n[>img[pills]]We are also getting regular medical treatments -that is good, of course- and both healthy food and vitamins. Well: "pills that help us with our development". Vitamins. The Reds are such drama queens. What is so special about vitamins? They are sponsored, too. A reputable pharmacy firm will provide them, one that my great-uncle is investing in. They do not HAVE any harmful products, that's for sure.\n\nI guess the Reds' healthy food is not ALL that healthy -no meat, one must assume- and they need to get us all the nutrients that we would miss otherwise since a good high ranking administrator has forced them to allow regular med-checks. \n\nIn moments like this I am proud of my country: centuries old public services cannot fail. The authorities are still looking after us, even with the Reds temporarily in charge of government.\n\nDecision time: \n- [[I run like a coward.|g16a]]\n- [[I am true to my fellows and stay.|g31]]
[>img[showers]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now: the evil Red headmistress -headmaster of this boarding school, now- adresses us over the speakers that are installed in all rooms: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. \nGet up. \nGo to the shower rooms. \nThere is no sport activity planned for today, so you will all take a shower NOW. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o'clock sharp will be send home.//" \n\nHah! We will not make it THAT easy for her! \nWe hurry to the showers, only to find that here are not enough showers for everyone, and that we are arriving late since others have rooms closer to the showers. But they are making good speed, and we get to shower in time. Even the third group gets ready in a timely fashion after us. \n\nWhen we are back -haste makes for a little more insight in private matters than I care about- we get dressed after strapping on the bloody fake tits. We help each other with that: one can hardly do that alone. \n[[But we are a group of fellows, and will weather this together.|g34][$standing += 1]]
[>img[bra]]At least we know now why we all got assigned bras as part of the school uniform. And panties: but at least chaste ones, not those slutty strings that some tramps have started to wear lately. Allegedly. I have never seen an 18 yrs. old girl in a string. Some whores in their early 20s with bare bums, but no proper gal with a string. Maybe that is just nonsense from films. \n\nWe are all wearing the bloody fakes: me and my fellows, and probably everyone else, too. \n\nWe have the evening off, and little to do. The others want to play cards: but our game is played by three players. We can -and will- take turns with the dealer sitting out the game and the next one in the round dealing the next hand: but I can also go and take a look around. \n\n- [[Playing cards is fun, we will see WAY too much of these grounds anyhow.|cards0]]\n- [[I take a stroll.|stroll0]]
[>img[woods]]After a break -even the Reds cannot forbid people to need the toilet- we assemble and start walking, all of us in one group. We are many. That is a strange feeling, and empowering for some reason. Well: that is, along with the comraderie, the magic of the fair and the parade. \n\nThe gymnastic butches are walking with us: one at the front, leading the way, the other one at the rear, shooing stragglers. \n\nI frown: "Is it just me or do we only have female teachers, medics, staff?" \n\nOne of my classmates rolls his eyes: "//Yes, it is you: everyone else noticed long ago.//" \n\nAnother one shrugs: "//No need to be rude. He is the first one to speak it out loud.//" He pats me on the shoulder: "//The first one to name things is a most useful idiot.//" \n\nYet another classmate adds: "//Do not mind them. Yes, you are right, yes, we noticed, too, and yes: speaking your mind is both brave and unwise. Shut up in public, we can talk among ourselves.//" \n[[We walk through some or other woods all day.|g36]]
[>img[hall]]We have breakfast in the hall: lots of people, lots of talking. Louder than at home...\n\nWhen the headmistress is not talking, of course: "//Today you will take a walk in the woods. You will be issued backpacks and walking clothes: when you are back you will stow these in your lockers. \n\nThis is how you will be issued all your clothes and needs: you get what you need when you need it the first time. \n\nThere is a plan where to put everything: fix that to the inside of your locker. There will be inspections, and disorderliness will be censored. \n\nYou will also get lunch boxes and water bottles. Take them with you: this will be the only food until dinner. Clean them when you come back: you are responsible for your gear. Now eat healthy: overeating or undereating are NOT encouraged.//" \n\nWe eat: buns, cheese, sausages, no eggs, an orange for everyone and a handful of pills that we have to take while [[the food disperser is watching.|g35]]
[>img[et margot]]Our first class starts on our second day in the boarding school "//...since you will need some basics soon.//" \n\nThis is going to be a dancing lesson. I remember that we are supposed to go to "Dance And Socializing" every Friday evening. Well, this is fun: an oportunity to wear real clothes, and maybe to befriend some local girls. They will be backwater peasants, but if one can offer a way out of this terrible litte town ...maybe they will be //thankful//? \n\nThen the evil Red headmistress tells us: "//You will be given training suits for the dance classes, and high heels. You will get your dresses every Friday before we leave for the Dance And Socializing.//" \n\nWe stare at her, then one of our leaders tells her: "//We are NOT going to wear dresses in public, to a dance.//" \n\nShe shrugs: "//Then this has been a short experiment, gentlemen: pack your things, this is over. Dresses and dancing are integral part of this school: ALL of you have suggested that dancing is a vital part of education.\nThere will be NO weaseling out of this. Unless we abort all this completely.//" \n\nWe considers this a moment, then we agree to take the dance lessons and get help from sane people before that //DANCE//. [[This is RIDICULOUS!|g38]]
When we come back I am, well: exhausted. We have been walking for hours with only two short breaks, and I am done. Bloody forrest, bloody boarding school, bloody "reaoanable" girl shoes! If we were not all a little tired, our bad mood might even sour our fellowship. This is NOT good. \n\nAfter dinner -vegetable soup, fruit juice and pills- we have the evening off. We retire to our room, play some cards -it is important not to give in- and go to our beds early. \n\nThe sport teachers that have herded us in a brisk speed go out //JOGGING//! No one believes that they will -as they tell the headmistress, loud enough for us to hear it- RUN the course that we have been walking. Very unfemine, these two monsters, but they cannot possible be as fit as to run that distance after walking with us!\n\n[>img[room]]We have four bunk beds, four tiny desk with simple chairs and four lockers. If two of us sit on a bed, and two on chairs we can play cards. The room is too small for anything else: board games or something like that. \n\nWe choose bunks: I have the ...\n- [[doorsite lower bunk.|g37][$bed to 1; $standing += 1]]\n- [[doorsite upper bunk.|g37][$bed to 2; $standing -= 1]]\n- [[windowsite lower bunk.|g37][$bed to 3; $standing -= 1]]\n- [[windowsite upper bunk.|g37][$bed to 4; $standing += 1]]
[<img[nipples]]After that "dance" class we get the rest of the evening off (after being issued our payamas). My fellows laugh and tell tall tales (bragging is the basis of good fellowship: of course one does not respect people for what they claim to have done, but for their narrative skills). \n\nI am not feeling that great: I think I have an allergic reaction to these awful fake tits! Not only do they weight so much that I have problems to breathe, I am also obviously allergic to that plastic! \nIsn't hat one of the Reds' issues? Allergies caused by plastic?\nOr is that the Greens, not the Reds? Who can tell! They are all weird and pretend to know better and to care about social justice and the environment and all that: but here I am now, due to THEIR machinations! \nAnd my chest is irritated and itches. My, well: nipples. \n\nBiologically speaking nipples are redundant in any male: I know that. But my nipples are not looking normal, and I do not like that! \n\n- [[I better aks one of my fellows what he thinks.|pig]]\n- [[I go and look for the medic.|second visit]]
[>img[dancing]]The class is taught by two dancing teachers from our home town: the very teachers that offer prep courses for the annual ball. <<set $dancing += 1>>\n\nBut here they are playing the some feminist tune that every teacher plays: but at least with an explanation. \n"//You, class, will learn the lady's steps this time. We know all of you from the courses that you have taken a couple of years ago. Some have taken the prep classes for the ball, too. Therefore we know how well you dance ...and who needs a little extra support. \nBut this is not for the ball at the fair, this is training for your A-levels. We will do this like any other sport, and you will train dancing as a sport.//" \n\nThe other one adds: "//Look at this as a chance, gentlemen: every truly able dancer must know both sets of steps. And in live sometimes one leads, sometime one lets the partner lead. \nYou will have noticed that any good dancing trainer can step in and dance with either men or women: you will profit from what you remember of the men's steps. After adjusting to your new, female, role.//" \n\nThey will show us some basic steps later, then we do the same group training that we all know. [[But today we just train to walk in high heels and accept invitations to dance.|g39]]
We are taken to a village somewhere nearby in a minibus, and there we are led into a homestyle restaurant: one of the nice but upscale ones where you go with your family to celebrate your rich greatuncle's 80s birthday. A last big celebration for the old man and some of his riches for those that do not inherit when the family elder kicks the bucket. \nThe kind of country retreat that is really a restaurant with several private dining halls and some rooms in the back for people with a long journey (or those too drunk to drive home after the party). \n[img[slide1]]\nThe sales agent from Wholesome & Son welcomes us on the parking lot: "//Pleasure to meet you, girls. You will meet some senior managers of this projects, and I expect you to be on your best behaviour. You all look lovely: just be charming and all should be well. These are important men, and they are used to get respect...//" -he slaps our Miss Saggy Bottom and our Miss Headlights- "//...and being a good girl is usually worth the efford, if you know what I mean.//" \n\nWe stop cold in the parking lot.\n\nHe raises an eyebrow: "//Move it, girls. This is where you impress very important men with your femine viles. Shake it!//" \n\n- [[I explain him what he needs to know.|7fri5a]]\n- [[I tell him 'No'.|7fri5b]]\n- [[I let our Miss Headlights do the explaining.|7fri5c]]
[img[slide2]]\nIn the restaurant we are met by five gentlemen ...one of whom is Greatuncle Earnest! \nOh shit! He must not know that...\nGreatuncle Earnest smiles and winks at me: "//You are looking good, my dear. Healthy and wholesome. \nPlease introduce me to your fellows.//" \n\nI gulp and do the introduction: "Greatuncle, this is Joan, this is..." \nAfter I have done the honeurs my greatuncle turns and introduces the gals to the other gentleman: as their dinner ladies. The gentlemen -honoraries like my greatuncle, all of them- kiss my fellow's hands and escort them to their seats, pulling their chairs for them. Old school forms are charming to see. \n\nMy greatuncle puts his hand on my shoulder and kisses me on the cheek: "//Have no worries, my dear. I have been informed of this -very special- form of protest since the beginning. I guess I have two grandnieces now by your dear mother. We have little interest to make this known, of course. This may turn into an extremely advantageous business oportunity. What we want to do is spend a nice evening with you and your friends to make sure that you are well. \nYour wellbeing is paramount or this will not only be a wasted investment -of no entirely small scale- but also a public relation nightmare. Therefore we want to see with our own eyes what the scientist tell us: who is betting the farm on nerds, eh?//" \nHe walks me over to the table, pulling my chair for me. I guess I am //his// dinner lady: no harm done. If I really WAS his grandniece he couldn't be nicer or more charming. [[This is actually a nice if utterly weird evening.|7sat1]]
We are woken up by the evil headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Friday of your seventh week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a swimming in the lake and shower afterwards. \nThis is the second of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code. \nYou will be issued dancing attires for tonight's Dance And Socializing only. The weekend will be an integral part of the body awareness weeks.//" \n\nWe hurry to the hall with swinging asses and tits ...and the fat kitchen helper forces egg sandwiches with mayonaise onto us. I take but a bite and run for the toilet to spit. When I am back (with the others who cannot stomach these sandwiches) we still have to eat them, drink our milk and take our medicines. \n\nClasses are more of less like yesterday: working on the project in teams and learnnig chances in math. \n\n[>img[sausagebun 2]]Lunch is //MEAT//! Hot dogs in a bun ...with ketchup AND mayonaise. More of us run to the toilet: that mayonaise is really breaking our morals. \n\nWe study in our groups: last calls, we need this to be done by next Monday. \n\nSwimming is awful: cold and naked outdoors, if out of any strangers sight. The only good news is that my nipples are so swollen that they do not -cannot- swell anymore from the icy cold outside. But they hurt: my nipples hurt, my bones hurt and my tunnel hurts: I got some icy lake water inside somehow. \n[[Gross!|7fri2]]
[>img[ballgown]]After dinner -cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins- we are issued dancing attires: dresses, high heels and jewelry. Jewelry consists of three rings and a necklace. One of the rings goes to the finger -the MIDDLE finger, this is no wedding band- and two ...go to the nips. <<set $charpic to 21>>\nI hate these things! Why do we have to wear nipple shields?!\n\nOur teachers have retired -they are correcting our tests after hours all week- and the medics are doing their paperwork: we are alone with the headmistress, her butch drill sergeants and the fat kichen helper. \nI have no idea how //that// fat cow dares to take such liberties, but it is she who puts the nipples shield onto the tits of anyone who is to slow to put them on herself. \nI think she LIKES pinching our nipples. \n\nThe headmistress points at some of us and counts to three: I am one of the chosen ones. "//These pupils will go to a special Meet And Greet instead of the dance with the new bunch of refugees: Miss Areola Alps, Miss Saggy Buttom...//" -that is the bitch that got me the titty-title- "//...Miss Headlights//" She raises her other hand and counts to three agaon: "//Felicitas, Joan and Marcy will also go to the specieal Meet And Greet.//" \nMiss Headlights has HUGE, well: nipples. Felix, John and Mark (that were) are from the slow-grow part of the team: they are as developed as Stephie and Andrea. \n\nI am a little worried: [[what 'special Meeat And Greet'??|7fri4]]
My physician tells me to lie down for the examination and checks me from groin to chest. \nThen she smiles and tells me: "//All good. You are perfectly healthy and full of life, as they say. I know that you are worried about the 'barfing', dear: but that is a side effect of your condition. A little early, maybe. But you are fast with all this.//" \n[img[healthcheck]]\nShe winks and points at my fat tits: "//I have heard about that silly title. 'MISS AREOLA ALPS'. That is from the old boy-school tradition, right?//" I blush and nod. "//Well, do not get used to that, dear. Some of the others are going to have a growth spurt soon, and in the end you will be quite buxom but not have the biggest breasts of your year. \nNow brace yourself: I need to check your 'tunnels', as you call them. Legs behind your ears, please: that opens you up somewhat. Remember that when you get something else in there, dear.//" \n\nShe is careful about it, but I do not like ANYTHING in there or there, not even her gloved fingers. \n[[I am certainly not letting anyone else put whatever inside.|7fri3]]
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[>img[medic dressed]]I drop onto the doctor's couch. We stare at each other, then she raises an eyebrow: "//But the rest of the questionaire: that are YOUR answers? Your ideals, your wishes, your hopes?//" \n\nI squirm a little: maybe I should have been a little ...nicer... to the weaker sex. Seeing that I ...may... be one of them now. Can that even be?\n\nMy medic shrugs: "//Well, well, well: I think this is shitheaded revenge crap. But if a bunch of dicks ever cried for a little in-depth experience that were you and your classmates.//" \n\nShe winks: "//Ok, little misogynist: newsflash. You are a woman now. A healthy young woman with all the trappings: from the tips of your hairs to the nails on your pretty toes. \nLive with that. I could not change that anyhow, to be honest. I can -and I will- see that you are not hurt by the headmistress and her gang: not for the fun of it. All outside this building is not mine to supervise: I only have so much power. \nWell: times waits for no one. You have to swing your girly ass out of here now. \nYou are a perfectly healthy woman. Congratulations.//" \n[[I... I... but...|4fri9]]
[>img[et margot]]Some of my fellows join in with me, and we drive the evil fat kitchen helper out of the hall. \n\nAn hour later we stand in front of the boarding school: kicked out. \nThe headmistress fumes: "//Attacking and sexually insulting a poor woman who never had the privileges that you take for granted?! Let's see how YOU will fare as highschool dropouts!//"\nTime will tell, but after all this trouble this is not a GOOD ''END'', I guess.
[>img[cock]]"//Why are you wearing a chastity belt, little tramp? You are getting it in the ass today, not in the pussy! \nWe agreed on that, and I am a man of my word. Let me get that for you... \nYou can put it back on and play virgin for another week after I have drilled your backdoor open... Of course everyone will see that your asshole is already getting fucked.\nI have no idea why you white whores make such an ado about your pussies: that school trains you all to gett dicks in your pussy for a living, right?//"\n<<back>>
[>img[letters]]"Dear sister, \nI hope that you recover from your many labours. \n\nIs there no one who can help you? Our parents seem to be very bussy with other matters -I cannot get hold of them, either- but what about friends of your late husband, the asshole? \nMaybe they can help. \n\nOr maybe some other friend of the family, maybe even Greatuncle Earnest? I am told that he is a great man. His support may be worth a lot. \n\nYou are a brave and beautiful woman, and should be able to work through all this with maybe a little help.\nYour sincerely..."\n\nI look at the letter. My sister IS a little touchy about some matters for whatever reason. Maybe I should rewrite the letter? \n\n- [[I send the letter as it is.|1thur1][$sister -= 5]]\n- [[I send the letter without calling her late husband an asshole.|1thur1][$sister -= 2]]\n- [[I send the letter and call her dead asshole an "idiot" instead of what he was.|1thur1][$sister -= 1]]\n- [[I write the letter without calling the asshole names and do not tell her that she is beautiful.|1thur1][$sister += 1]]
[>img[letters]]"Dear parents, \nI hope that you are well. \n\nI am well, too. We are having lots of fun and stand ready to defend our way of life.\n\nSchool is much work lately, but I guess that is to be expected.\nYours sincerely..."\n\nI think they will know that I am asking for help, really. \n[[Now the letter to my sister.|1letterb]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Tuesday of your second week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 1>>\nThe others pull their fake tits on, and we all get dressed for another day of costumed school. I have been wearing my fakes all night, of course. Steve is not feeling well, and I have problems to get up at all: Tuesday hurts. \n\nWe get milkshakes and vitamins for breakfast, go to classes that pass me by and -after milkshakes and vitamins- pretend to study. \n\nOur dancing teachers refuse to teach us in our current condition. They have words with our history teacher -who stands in as our home room teacher- but hold their ground against and feministic rhetorics of that wicked woman. The dancing trainer that I always thought the weaker of the pair (there are unfavourable rumours about them in town) ends the discussion with a loud and clear: "//Eno!//" The history teacher blinks and retreats. \nAfter that we do some walking around in high heels: "//That will loosen your muscles and help you to keep your balance. Do not overdo this, just walk relaxed until you tire.//" \n\nThen I have a horrible quarter of an hour with my helpful and kind medic. Dinner -milkshakes and vitamins- helps with the exhaustion, and I sleep a lot better than last night: I only wake up a couple of times from the cramps. \n[[Mike and Tom are very considerate with me.|2wed1]]\n\n\n
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your sixth week in this boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" <<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 6; $charpic to 16; $fitness to 7; $code to 1>> \n\n[>img[dresscode]]There are signs with the "dress code" and two "funny' slogans: \n//No Lockers For The Knockers, No Lids For The Slits!//" \nThat's like totally NOT funny!\n\nEspecially since we have to wear our high heels and my boobs bounce a lot: Steph and Andrea are much less loaded, and I think even their slits are tighter...\n\nWe have cheese sandwiches for breakfast, with the usual vitamins. One of the others who is as ...full... as I am ask: "//Where is our milk?//" \n\nThe kitche helper snorts and squeezer the idiot's boob: "//In your milkcans, you loaded tramp!//" \n\nThe leaner gals all stare at our swollen boobs, and I totally blush: all of the early starters are a little ...full. \nSteph slaps my bare ass: "//No milking during the lessons!//" She turns to the kitchen help: "//We prefer COW milk, if you do not mind.//" \n\nThis is it: I run to the toilet and hurl. Bloody hell! I NEVER want to drink milk again! [[I am no milk-cow like my sister!|6mon2]]
We write a six hour test about Brecht today, and a lot of us get sick from the stress. Not me, mind: I know that I will pass. Maybe not do great, but pass. I still feel somewhat queesy. \n\n[>img[taco]]Lunch is NOT helping: vegetarian tacos with paprica and mayonaise. \nThe mean kitchen helper shrugs: "//Better get used to mayonaise, you loaded cows!//" \nI totally resent her commenting on my bare boobs! \n\nAfter lunch we spend another hour sitting on towels, all naked: this time in the study hall. \n- [[Time to relax!|6mon3]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|6mon3][$fitness -= 1; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|6mon3][$fitness -= 2; $learning += 2]]
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[>img[cards]]I play cards with my fellows and suffer their bad jokes about big black dicks and white trash whores: the only way to regain respect is to keep smiling. \n\nI have to stand while we play: I cannot sit on my drilled out asshole.\n\nSteve is less virile that usually, but the Mike and Tom are -if anything- more manly than they ever were. \n[[Strange how things are turning out...|3sun1][$standing -= 1; $fellow -= 1]]
[>img[inheritance]]T. Aftermath wrote a play called "Inheritance": that looks like a traditional play about a poor guy who inherits a fortune from his late uncle only to realize that there are problems with his new found riches. \n\nBut it really has cutting social issues: sex, slavery and humiliation ...or redemption, some say. This is a play for the social conscious class. \n\n- [[I want that!|2sun2][$play to 2]] \n- [[Maybe. I will look at the other plays first, though.|2sun1]]
The mean headmistress is about to send my fellow off to the "dance" when I try to sneak back. She smirks and makes me join them. \n[img[trippled]]\nWhen we get bussed back I have to agree with my fellows: these new guys are hard-handed, harsh fuckers and as hung as our first men. \n\n[[My pussy and my asshole and my throat hurt!|9sat]]\n
Greatuncle Earnest grins: "//That was fun. I think I will keep one of you. The one who is a better fuck, of course.//" \n\nMy sister pales and motions at her swollen belly: "//But this is YOUR child!//" \n\nGreatuncle Earnest shrugs: "//I fuck a lot of tramps and sire a lot of babies. If you do not win, your sister will be ready to have my baby soon: just like you.//" \n\nMy sister and I stare at each other: what a sick fucker! He wants US to compete and get me pregnant if I win?! Kicking my sister with his bastard -and her first baby- out into the street?! What kind of man does that to his family?\n\nFamily is important!!\n\n- [[I react.|blunt]]\n- [[My sister reacts.|sharp]]
[<img[sisters]]I //FUCKING// hate this!\nWhy is my sister in Greatunlce Earnest's hotel room?!\nWhy do we have to get naked?!\nWhy is my slutty sister pregnant?!\n\nWhy is Greatuncle Earnest fucking MY pussy while that mean bitch strokes his balls, naked and pregnant as she is?!\n\nHer belly full of baby is heavy on my ass while Greatuncle Earnest fucks me. \n\nWhy ME?! \n\nAfterwards my sister giggles: "//Yes, little one is a girl for sure! A WOMAN with a well pumped tunnel! You little slut!//" \n\nGreatuncle Earnest grows again, and we both stare at his hard-on. How...?\n\nBut this time my sister gets it in the pussy. [[No harm done.|9fri3]]
[>img[sash]]After dinner -sandwiches with milk- we have a "student meeting" in the hall. Our "representatives" -did we vote? Not me!- tell us: "//We need to cooperate more fully with our teachers. That is a matter of wisdom and survival: or does anyone here feel any manly pride remaining=?//" \n\nThe drones do not care any more: that comes as a surprise to the traitors. They were obviously counting on those votes. \n\n<<if $will lte 20>>Steph giggles: "//Look at our new 'speaker'! Her tits are HUGE! We need to re-check: SHE is our new Miss Areola Alps!//" <<else>>I smirk: "Look at our new 'speaker'! Her tits are HUGE! We need to re-check: SHE is our new Miss Areola Alps!" <<endif>>\n\nRude: maybe. Cruel: maybe. But it does stop the traitors from trying to break our fellowship. And since this is a matter of sex -well: tits- the drones are as interested as they can be. \n\nTitsize is measurable: [[our new speaker gets to wear that sash now.|9tues]]
We track through the forest, fast, for two hours before we get to that shitty little town again. My asshole hurts. \n<<set $sidebar to 4; $charpic to 8>>\nThere is no new exhibition, so our drill sergeants grant us some free time: without oversight, even. They tell us behind the museum, after asking about exehibitoiins. \n\nWe are wondering where to go in this shitty nameless town when that ...gentleman... and the thugs reappear: no doubt allerted by some of the local youth that hang here on Sundays and at the public bath on Fridays. \nThe thugs face off with our drill sergeants, and I have a VERY bad feeling about this: no matter how butch they may be, the drill sergeants are women, and the thugs are men. Violent men. \n\n[>img[cops]]But before anything truly bad happens, the cops arrive: the small town cops that have told us not to loiter in the park when we came to town the first time. \nThey are brave (or stupid), though: they stand between both groups and ...politely //ASK// them -all five of them- to come along for a talk. No arrest, just talking. \nBut attacking cops -even hillbilly cops- is not done in Germany, so the ...gentleman..., his thugs and our drill seargents follow them. \n\nThe local youths have skipped, but one of the naked tramps looks through the hedge and waves us to come over. \n- [[Hell, no.|3sat4]]\n- [[I am curious.|3sat3]]
[>img[showers]]We are woken up by the evil headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Friday of your nineth week in this boarding school. Get up. Take a shower. Be at breakfast in time!//" \n\nYay! Showers! \n\nI still get sick at the sight of that breakfast. \nWe also get milked, like every day. \n\nBut then we get the day off...\n[[...and I get clothes for my family visit.|9fri2]]
We study the battle of Lepanto in teams and read Much Ado About Nothing -I close my naked legs so that my 'O' does not sh''O''w- before we discuss sexual habbits in the GDR. \nBasically one gets the woman to agree or too drunk to say 'No', I guess. Rape, like any crime, did not exist there -yeah, that is why they had more jails than we have- and therefore claiming to be raped can get a women in trouble. How mean! \n\nMath is wholesome if strange like always. \n\n[>img[pharma]]Lunch is tacos with mayonaise eggs: how big an office party did they cancel at Wholesome And Son, our pharmaceutical sponsor? \n\nWell, even if the mayonaise send many of us barfing at least I am sure that the food is not spoiled. German pharmaceutical corporations do not deal with rotten wares: I am sure of that. \n\nWe study in our groups after lunch. \n\nDancing is no fun today: I am sweating a lot. My trainer sighs and tells her partner: "//She's cramping.//" She pats me on the naked shoulder: "//You are really getting the whole experience, right?//" \nHah: I know she likes us. Well, me anyway. \n\nSome of us get letters from home at dinner: cheese sandwiches with milk and vitamins. \n<<if $letters gte 1>>[[I read my sister's letter.|7thur3]] <<else>>[[I go to bed early today.|7fri1]] <<endif>> \n
I go looking for the room where my medic is staying: I have seen the room number on her key when she examined me, and there are floorplans in any building (in case of emergenccies, so that the firemen know where to look for people to safe). \n\n[>img[medic blue]]I knock, and she opens: without a blouse but -of course- fully covered. I blush nonetheless and tell her that I have a problem. \n\nShe tells me to wait and closes the door. A moment later she is back with a blouse and a flashlight. "//You are NOT going into my room or that of any other faculty member: this is a safe place for pupils. Therefore no pupils sets a foot in the room of a staff member! Show me your allergic reaction, please.//" \n\nI do and she checks them with gloved fingers. Then she smiles.\n"//Cover up. Your reactions are somewhat ...heavy but not unhealthy. This is perfectly natural, it is not dangerous, and your medication will help you with this. No reason to be nervous, more than I guess you are anyhow under these circumstances. \nIt is ok that you have come here: but if you have more problems please come to my office during the day.//" She smiles encouragingly: "//This will all work out in the end. Just do not panic on the way, ok?//" \n\nHah! I knew she was on our side. She is nice and bright: all good people are on our side. We are the good ones, after all. \nShe is also pretty, but I do not think that showing her my swollen nipples helps her [[to see me as a desirable man.|g40]]
[>img[lepanto]]We are assigned to teams: one for every involved party of the Battle of Lepanto ...including the abstainers. We cannot choose to anaylse the Holy League with our fellows, though: we have to pick lots. The teams are not our fellowships, but those who have picked the same number. That number also decided what side we are studying. \n\nThe assistant teacher tells us: "//You have TWO day to read up, and one day to compare results within your group. Next monday I want every group to present their side to the classe. You are required -you will FAIL if you do not- to present the valid and good reasons for your side to act the way they have acted. No bashing, no insults: GOOD reasons. \nEveryone had interests that they have considered legit and valid. I want you to present the class with these reasons. No more, no less. \nNext week we will deal with internal reasons why they should have acted in a different manner. THIS week is set to learn the motivations of everyone involved.//" \n\nOne of my team mates scoffs at "our" side: "//We have drawn the Turks. One CANNOT defend them.//" \n\n- [[I agree: we will sit this out.|7wed3][$historyproject to 0]]\n- [[I do not disagree: but an assignment is an assignment.|7wed3][$historyproject to 1]]\n- [[I disagree: let us find out what they were thinking.|7wed3][$historyproject to 2]]
Our girls know that we will be away, of course: and we need to make sure that they will be waiting for us. We need them at the ball and after the ball. Graduation day is late this year, and there will be less than two weeks until the Riflemen Reenactors' Great Parade And Annual Ball. \nOne cannot get quality girls in less than two weeks, so we need to make sure about the girls that we have. \n[img[four]] \nAfter the holidays -family time is as dutiful as ever, my sister is away for the second time this year- we finish our arrangemnts for the Sylvester Party. We will leave on New Year's Morning, but that night is ours to make out with our girls. <<set $charpic to 2>>\n\nFirst, we need food: \n- [[Pizza is the greatest food for any party.|g25][$flirt -= 1]]\n- [[Mixed salads with some delicacies thrown in for looks.|g25]]\n- [[We go all in and order a buffet.|g25][$flirt += 1]] \n\nMoney is an issue, of course. So is getting laid.
[>img[woods]]During the walk back I am very thankful for the safe box that I am wearing: my ball do not chafe at all. When I get rid of the safe box and my package is out again next week, I will spend a lot of time in a nice, well aired toilet with my best friend and his two fellows. And never think again about my asshole, other than to shit.\n\nThat thought makes me smile and endure the forced marsh: our butch overseers are not happy about the "talk" with the police and the pimp. \n\nBack at the boarding school life becomes dull and unexciting again: dinner is cheese sandwiches, milkshakes and vitamins. The formerly angry and the pain patients get an evening dosage of their special pills. Some whimper and pose like girls. \n[[Disgusting what people will do for drugs.|3sun1]]
[>img[hall]]Mood is VERY bad at breakfast, even though no one is discussing why. Several people ask for pain killers, and get the same pills that our once angry classmates are getting: they neither the angry nor the others- seem to be in much pain after breakfast. Half an hour onset time: this is the good stuff, Wholseome & Son does us proud. \n\nStill I do not like the idea of taking these pills myself: my medic would give me some if I needed them. \n\nWe get the morning off and take a much needed rest: those of us that hurt need the recovery time, I guess.\n\nAfter lunch -chicken breast on rice with milkshakes and vitamins- I can either stay in our room or join the town walk. \n- [[I stay at home and play cards.|3sat2a]]\n- [[I head to town with some few others.|3sat2b]]
[>img[wavingbank 2]]They are standing on the bank again, waving and smiling (most of them). One of my mates asks with a squeaky voice: "//Why are you all naked? I mean: naked with sandals in a garden where the peeping toms can see you?//" \n\nThe leader -I guess- giggles: "//Well, the Peeping ''Tinas'' are also keen on watching, aren't you? You come back every week for another show of our asses and tits, don't you?//" \n\nOne of the others shrugs ...and bounces her bare boobs: "//We want THE MEN to oggle us. Not you. No insult meant, but you are not going to pay entry fees when you come in, are you?//" \n\nThe first smirks: "//Nah, they will come for free entry: in every sense of the word.//" \n\nAnother one grins: "//Entry free of charge, entry free of clothes, entry free of packaging!//" \n\nThe first one slaps her ass: "//Hush, darling: they will learn that when they come here...//" \n\nThe slapped one grins: "//...because of the free entry.//" \n\nThe last one frowns: "//Maybe they already know about free backdoor entry and that is why they keep coming to the garden instead the door?//" \n\nThe first one winks at us: "//Now skip. This is our shop display, and there no customers will windowshop when you stand outside, all dressed. Come back when YOU are ready for entry.//" \nThey seem to be nice enough for whores, I guess. But what are they insinuating? Why would WE go to their club?!\n[[We look like girls!|3sat4]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Saturday of your third week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nTake a shower and get to the hall for breakfast. \nAt 9 o' clock sharp you will assemble in class and work on the play. In the Afternoon you can slack in your rooms or take a guided walk to town.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5; $sidebar to 3; $charpic to 5; $standing -= 5; $will += 1>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed. \n\nMike and Tom make jokes about "//showing the horse who has the bigger bang//", but Steve is weirded out: he has a nose bleed for whatever reason, and so had his "dancepartner" now that I remember. I was a little distracted with the terrible pain and shame and the wicked witch pinching my ass on top of that. \n\nTom pulls back MY blankets, and Mike grins: "//Well, none of us was cumming onto HIS bedsheets tonight. But only Tom and I look relaxed. I guess the two of you had a harder night with some fighting...//" -he nods at Steve- "//and some VERY narrow misses.//" He slaps my ass. \n\nI push him against the locker: hard. Harder than I wanted to, even. Maybe. Mike raises his hands: "//Ok, ok: obviously you missed out on the ...other fun... some had. You still push back hard, eh?//" \n\n[[Fucker!|3sat2]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Wednesday of your seventh week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a sports class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the second of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \n\nWe walk to the hall, naked, with our boobs in our hands: the bloody bouncing is unbearable. The fat kitchen helper cackles when she sees us: "//A bit late to cover up when everyone has seen everything. Closing the barn door when the horse is gone is of little use, and closing your legs again will not reinstate your virginity, you sluts! Why don't embrace whoredom and SHAKE your tits?!//" \n\n[>img[eggsandwich]]She puts a plate into my hands: "//You are MISS AREOLA ALPS, eh? EAT! With your peaks at that heights you must eat for two!//" \n\nI stare at the plate: egg sandwiches with mayonaise. I turn on my heel and run to the toilet. Great: now I do not even have to EAT that vile stuff to get sick. \n\nWhen I come back the headmistress waits for me and the other sick ones: "//You WILL eat up. If you refuse to feed yourself, I will punish the school for your feeble attempts of self-mutilation. EAT!//" \n\nWe do: [[horrible!|7wed2]]
We are woken up by the evil headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your eighth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nThis is the third of your body awareness weeks: assemble in the Hallfor breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//"\n\nWe hurry to the hall with bare asses and swinging tits ...and the fat kitchen helper wants to feet us eggs with mayonaise. I do the honour round to the toilet -and I am not alone!- and when I return, I am send to my medic again. \n\n[<img[pumping]]My medic smiles and tells me: "//Round two, my dear.//" She smears some ointment onto my very tops and then I have to endure another application of that infernal machine. \nEehh!! I frown and ask: "Do I really HAVE to do this?" \n\nMy medic nods and winks: "//That is necessary for your health, dear. Be back tomorrow. I think you are getting there. Tomorrow, or Saturday at longest.//" \n<<set $fitness -= 5; $learning += 2>>\nToday the last presentations are shown, and my fellows did well. \nThe cook did not: easternests, again. With vitamins and milk.\nWe all do homework together today: quite relaxing. \n\nDancing is no fun today: my trainer/partner stares at my chest and shakes her head. "//This is unbelieavable. Look at her pokies!//" \n\nHer colleague shrugs: "//Just make sure she does not stab you with these monsters.//" \nThis is like totally not funny! \n\nAfter dinner -cheese sandwiches, milk and vitamins- I feel tired and sore in the tops. \n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|8fri1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|8fri1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]\n
[>img[eastereggs]]Sociology is mostly reading statistics. None TOO interesting even for me. \n\nMath is wholesome in it's utter uselessness for all matters practical: and stochastics do not make any sense. We will have to believe our teacher and do as she said, I guess. \n\nLunch is nested eggs with milk and vitamins. I have no idea why some people go barf: this is actually wholesome food for a change. \n\nAfter lunch we work in our assigned teams. If I want this to work, I have to carry my team. Or not. \n\nSports is naked basketball again: but we are not playing. We are training penalty shots. \nThe butches tell us: "//You sluts should know ALL about getting a ball in the basket!//" \n\nI hate these defloration jokes: it's not that they are likely to be virgins themselves, is it? \n\nDinner is ...yes: cheese sandwiches with vitamins and milk.\n[[We all go asleep after that frustrating day.|7thur1]]
[>img[gardenhedge]]We are driven to town: the house behind the museum. The butches and the headmistress are with the dancing group, and we are alone with the driver of the minibus. \nI blink: that is that man that wanted us with the nude girls! \n\nHe drives into the garage, and the automatic door closes behind us. He turn to us: "//Welcome, young ladies! Today our club is closed for members, but we will show you the facilities and prep you in case you should return for an internship. \n'We' are me, your host, and my girls. Also some security guys that I forgot to mention with your headmistress, I guess. Mistakes happen. \nTo avoid cases of mistaken identity, please put on your masks now. To avoid further confusion: we are a nude club. Leave your bathing gowns in the bus. Since you are all wearing masks, no one will see you: and my girls really do not mind other naked girls.//" He claps his hands: "//Lively now, girls! Move your asses! Move your BARE asses out of the bus!//" \n\n
[>img[glueons]]Then she shows two massive fake tits: no body suit, just fakes tits. FAT fake tits.\n"//These are high tech models. They get fixed on your chest: until Thursday, then you get another day off, like this week. \n\nIf you agree to this, I will put them on your chest -there are even suction cups that will connect to your ...allergic swellings. \nI will also tone your chest and back with an advanced toning spray, to that you will have one skin tone for your fake mammae and the rest of your skin. At least the skin that you would show if anyone was to see you in panties: legs and feet, upper torso, arms and head. \nBy the way, you should also put on the box. \n\nAll that depends ENTIRELY upon you will to go forward with this. Do you want this?//" <<set $charpic to 8>>\n\nI nod: there is no chickening out of this. And what difference will it make? Fake tits are fake tits. \n\nI shave my chest and put on swimming goggles and a shower cap. My medic desinfects my skin -face, neck, upper torso and arms, even my bare legs- and puts on the fakes. \n\nMy eyes water, and my allergic swellings make my knees buckle. \nWhile I swoon my medice applies a second layer of spray: the toner. \n[[Then I put on the silly bathing suit and a bathing robe.|1fri4]]
[>img[medic dressed]]After lunch we finally get a medical examination: I NEED to talk to my medic about my allergies and the breathing problems! \n\nWhile we wait we are issued clothes: swimming suits and "socialising attires". These are the same sets that we also got last weeks, the silly bikini with a skirt bottom and the dress with the deep necklines. Do we really have to wear the ghastly fakes again?!\n\nMy medic is friendly as ever. I tell her about the swelling and about loosing weight and feeling weak all the time and about my breathing troubles...\n\nShe pats me on the shoulder: "//I will send some blood samples of you and some others to an independant lab to make sure nothing goes wrong. Better safe than sorry, right? \nI will change your medication some so that it helps you better. This is still all very try and error, you see: and medications always need to be ajusted to individual biochemistries. Humans are NOT all alike. \nI can tell you that you are in good health, though, swellings notwithstanding. Regarding your breathing problems: that is the lot of every woman with a full bust. Mammae are not made of air, right? Your fakes are on the large side, but otherwise quite realistic. That means they are heavy.//" \n\nShe puts an arm around my shoulder: she is as tall as I am, tall for a woman, fair for a man. "//You are still ok with all this, aren't you? If not I will make sure that you get out good and clean.//" \n[[I really like her, but I cannot betray my fellows.|1fr3]]
Barely revitilized by dinner -cheese noodles with milkshakes and vitamins- we have to put on the silly dancing attires and get on the bus again. If it wasn't for the sugar and fat for dinner none of us would be able to move a finger: good eating is THAT important. With all these brutal training I have lost weight: belly mostly. <<set $charpic to 13; $sidebar to 5>>\n\n[>img[mng]]We get bussed to the refugees' social building and march in on our high heels, fake boobs swinging wildly: and they LIKE it. \n\nI do not like the way they express their liking, at all. \nBut men will be men, and swinging tits grow boners. \n\nOne can just hope that they do not expect to find a German woman with boobs this huge: first of all everyone is probably best off home instead of elsewhere and second most of our women -at least around here, Bavarians beg to differ- are somewhat, well: flat. At least the young ones. \n\nThey should really get women from their own tribes after we have pacified their warlords. These women will have fitting boobs and enjoy the oversized attentions of these men. None of them will fit into our women, really...\n\nSince we cannot flee it's [[time to dance.|1fri6]]
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Sunday of your sixth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will work on the play in the morning, swim in the lake in the afternoon and take a shower after that. Assemble in the Hall for breakfast orderly according to the dress code.//" \nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs to the hall. Breakfast is cheese sandwiches, vitamins and pills, and it literally makes me -and some others- spit. \n<<set $shame += 3; $will -= 2>>\n[>img[beachy]]The morning is utterly horrible: instead of learning our roles or taking acting lessons we have to pose -NAKED!- at the beach. Not even all of us: only the actors! \nWe have to line up, arms around each others shoulders, and stand there for HOURS in the cold while the stage designers paint us: not our faces, of course! \nWe protest, of course: "We did that yesterday already! Why do we have to do this again?!"\n\nThe art teacher shrugs: "//Because art need time: this is only half of the installation, of course. But we need to finish it today. Good news is: you do not have to swim. \nWe will need the afternoon for another modelling session.//" \n\nWhat?! No wonder that lunch -vegetarian soup with vitamins and milk- sends so many of us barfing on the toilets. \n[>img[beachy]]But there we are again in the afternoon: posing naked on the beach, nipples swollen, hard and huge with the cold. \nThis is like totally brutish! \n\nSo is dinner: cheese sandwiches, vitamins and milk. \nI am too tired and my nipples hurt too much: I do not even have the energy to barf again. Once a day is my limit. \n- [[I go to bed -my bed- and sleep.|7mon1]] \n- [[I go study and summon.|7mon1][$insight += 1; $will += 1]]\n
They push me against the wall and [[...that's DIGUSTING!!!|3thur5]]\n[img[doubleshot]] <<set $shame += 5; $standing -= 5; $will += 1; $titcumshot += 2>>
[>img[curves]]My fellow Mike is called to the board in math today. Curve discussion is not his strong point, I guess. After a harsh dressing down by our math teacher Mike shrugs: "//I will never need to discuss THAT kind of curves, madame le professeur. I am good at discussing their feminine curves with some madesmoiselles of easy virtue, and I do their accounting for them: if you know what I mean.//" He is not looking our math teacher in the face. \n\nThe math teacher gets white in the face, and some of us laugh. \nOthers look shocked, yet others worried. This is bloody rude, to be honest, and unwise: his father may support some ladies of negitionable virtue ...but that must not be discussed in the open! That is not only rude, it is also -officially at least- a crime to offer such support! \nTotally unjust, of course: the gals are free to sell their affections, but leasing them flats where they can do so is illegal. \nStill: our math teacher is a teacher! Authority needs to be respected even by fellows of mine. \n\nMaybe I should intervene on behalf of my fellow: \n- [[I ask a question about the discussion on the table.|1thur3][$standing += 1; $will += 1]]\n- [[I nudge our math genius forward to ask a complicated question.|1thur3][$standing += 2; $will -= 1]]\n- [[Maybe not.|1thur3][$will -= 2]]
[>img[hall]]Sociology is rather harmless: I am called to the board and drone on social and peer groups and all that for half an hour straight. They are explaining that stuff in the introduction to thoses surveys, and while I do not mention ONE word of criticism I take pains to explain about surveys: \na "scientistic" survey is one where you ask 1 000 people and get 200 (20%) answers. You then eveluate those answers and tell everyone that this is the public opinion. \n\nThat works no matter whether you have asked 1 000 members of the anti-nuclear power protesters, the coal miners of the nearby opencast mining or the members of a Red sponsored "peace" meeting where everyone is wearing a CHe Gueverra t-shirt. In other words: if you do not fake the results are still determined by whom you ask. \n\nLunch is a vegetarian broth, a choice of milkshakes and mineral water and the vitamins that keep us healthy even though we do not get meat. I take the milkshake. \n\nAfter lunch our math fellow offers me mutual tutoring (math/social studies) again. \n- [[Time to relax!|thur4][$standing += 1; $fitness -= 1]] \n- [[Study some, relax some: balance is important.|thur4][$learning += 1; $fitness -= 2]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|thur4][$standing -= 1; $learning += 2; $fitness -= 3]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your first week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $fitness to 5>>\nThe others put on their fake tits, and we all get dressed for another day of costumed schooling. \n\nBreakfast is the usual: cheese sandwiches with milk and vitamins. Can't they at least //toast// these sandwiches? \n\nWe have a lively discussion about hairstyles in our history class: did or not the hairstyle indicate the status of a woman in medieval and early modern societies? \nTruth is: no one really knows, since people had different customs in different countries at different ages. Wearing a bonnet seems to have been a privilege of married women, but whether a braid is a symbol of virginity is something no one can really proof. \n\nOur German teacher -who is wearing her hair short, unlike our history teacher with her braid- shrugs when some of my fellows try to engage her in that discussion, too. "//I am wearing my hair in a practical haircut that I like. I suggest that you do the same and that is the end of that discussion as pertaining this class. \nIf you really want to make an issue out of this you can vote on the hairstyles for the play that we will produce during this term. \nNow back to Brecht...//" \nI like her: [[she is a reasonable and utterly levelheaded woman.|1thur2]]
The others have already gone to bed, so I ask the fellow whose boner I have seen yesterday: that should also proof that I am not weirded out by a man having manly thoughts! \n\nHe opens the locker door, so that the others cannot see me: "//Allergies? An irritation? Show me, maybe I can help.//" \n\n[<img[nip]]But when I lift my t-shirt he //PINCHES// my nipple! \nOWW!! <<set $shame += 5>>\n\nI almost slap him, but he motions at the others: "//Shut up, if you do not want to do a show for the whole room!//" \n\nHe slaps my face with his other hand, my nipple still between his fingers: "//You know that my father runs whores as a sideline, right? You have fucked them like the others, after all. \n\nThat is why I know EXACTLY what this is: you are growing tits! This is a girl's nipple: some hookers get here without tits, just nipples that get hard like yours, swell like yours and make them moan like you do when I do ...this!//" \n\nHe twists and OOHHH!! Oww!! \n\nHe laughs: "//You got girly titties with big, fat nipples: are you sure that you are a MAN? If not I can get you a place in a nice brothel, girly-tits!//" \n\nThe pig! [[I push him back and go to bed.|g40][$tittygirl += 1; $standing -= 1]]
[>img[mng]]"//What the fuck girl? Why are you hitting me?! You agreed to this last time, didn't you? \nOh no, they will deport me if you make a stink ...and you are such a little bitch!! \nDo not tell them that I slapped you back, will you? \nPlease? \nPretty Please?//"\n<<back>>
[>img[letters]]Dear Sister, \nwe have arrived safely in our new boarding school. \n\nThe school is in an idyllic wood with lots of wandering oportunities. Across the lake -there may be swimming in warmer weather- is a social centre run by the locals. Maybe we will visit there some time or other. \n\nMy fellows and I are having a lot of fun here, even though the food is not great. Even mom's cooking is no worse. \n\nWe are doing some walking in the woods and taking dancing lessons: all in good humour. \n\n- I add a personal touch: [[I hope that you and your baby are well and that you are not too stressed by business matters.|g42][$sister += 1]]\n\n- Nonesense: this is a matter of being polite: \nI hope all is well, yours sincerely...\n[[Enough letter writing for now!|g42][$sister -= 1]]
[>img[letters]]First I write my parents, of course: I am a dutiful son. \n\n"Dear Parents, \nwe have arrived safely in our new boarding school. \n\nThe school is in an idyllic wood with lots of wandering oportunities. Across the lake -there may be swimming in warmer weather- is a social centre run by the locals. Maybe we will visit there some time or other. \n\nMy fellows and I are having a lot of fun here, even though the food is not great. I like your cooking a lot better, dear mom. \n\nWe are doing some walking in the woods and taking dancing lessons: all in good humour. \n\nI hope all is well, yours sincerely..."\n\nMaybe the lie about mom's food is a little too obvious. She is a lousy cook, and we usually warm up ready made meals. Still better than the food here. \n[[Now the letter to my sister.|g42b]]
My three fellows are Mike, Tom and Steve. Steve is our strongman, I am the thinker and Mike is connected. Tom is more of a follower. \n\n\n<<back>>
We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Saturday of your nineth week in this boarding school. Get up. Do not go to the shower rooms. Today you will work on the play in the morning, swim in the lake in the afternoon and take a shower after that. Assemble for breakfast in the Hall: according to the dress code.//" \n<<set $shame += 1>>\nWe swing our bare arses and swinging boobs to the hall. Breakfast is cheese sandwiches, vitamins and pills, and it literally makes me -and some others- spit. \n\nPlaying theatre naked is like last week, truth to be told: I hate it, but there is no help. But we start getting into our roles, nonetheless. Our teach does not like us being naked, either: she is still a good director of our play. \n\n[<img[pumping]]What I hate even more the milking machine, but there is no avoiding that, either. \n\nAt lunch we are shown a new list in the hall: a list with the titles. I am no longer shown as Miss Areola Alps or as Miss Mooh. Two others -both collaborators- have passed me. They share the top places both of tit-size and milk production. Hah. \n\n[[Being a worthless traitor does not protect anyone from growing fat tits and being milked like a cow!|9sat2]]\n\n
"//Gentlemen, you can initiate your personal whore tonight: screw them like the bitches they are! Tonight the little whores finally will spread their legs for you: drill their holes wide open and flood their bellies!//"\n<<back>>
[>img[hands]]He smiles: "//Ça ne me dérange pas de faire de toi un bâtard, petite pute, mais tu gagneras moins avec ta chatte pendant que tu es en cloque. Tu auras un tunnel VRAIMENT large si tu as mon bébé.//" \n\n[[Whatever.|4frifrench3]] I raise an eyebrow: my mother has perfected that art. The man has to do all the thinking AND gets scolded if the woman does not like the results. \n\nHe [[laughs|4frifrench4]]: "//À droite: je savais que tu étais là pour l'argent, petite pute. Eh bien, je ne peux pas tou paye un supplément: cela fait partie de tous formation, je suppose. Si tu es amusante à baiser, petite salope, j'ai un cadeau pour toi. Après tout, vous ne serez jamais serré dans la chatte après ce soir: même si vous n'obtenez pas un petit pain au four. Tu devrais obtenir une compensation pour ça, ma fille. Bon, allons-y: j'ai besoin de te baiser.//" \n\nThat is when our history teacher speaks the dreaded words: "//Promenade time!//" She smirks when she says [[something|4frifr]] to the refugees in that tribal tongue: "//Messieurs, vous pouvez initier votre pute personnelle ce soir: baisez-la comme des salopes! Ce soir les petites putes vont enfin vous écarter les cuisses: percer leurs trous grands ouverts et inonder leurs ventres!//" \n\nThey all applaud wildly: I did not know that she has been to Africa and learned their languages. \n[[My dance 'partner' takes my hand and pulls me out of the hall.|4fri15]]
He marches me to the room where he ... where we have been before. I take ONE look at the mattress and decide flight is the better part of valour: my poor asshole cannot suffer THAT MONSTER again!! I turn to run -my poor asshole!- but only run into the refugee: a BIG man in dick ...and general body size. A //NAKED// BIG man. His ...//BIG MAN// is also naked: and this is a very stand-up guy, so to speak!\n\nHe //HUGS// me. Naked! He is naked when he hugs me! Then he slaps my ass and tells me: "//Mets-toi à poil, petite pute! Sorte les seins et allongez-tous sur ce cul maigre! Je vais labourer ta chatte maintenant! Je vais faire rebondir tes seins! Je vais éclater ta cerise et vider mes couilles dans ton ventre!//" [[What?|4frifrench5]]\n<<set $sidebar to 25>>\nThen he playfully puts a finger under the strap of my dress and winks. I gulp. I guess I WILL have to do something with the monster. But if I comply, maybe a tug or -bleh!- a blowjob... Do I have to get NAKED for that? I do not want him to see, well: ME. Not MY real boobs, not my ass, not my nippleshields...\nHe raises an eyebrow and I get naked. I am wearing new nylons, and if they tear people might think that I am a loose girl. [[I have to protect my reputation.|4fri16]] \n[img[nippleshields]]\n\n
[<img[tender]][>img[tender2]]He stares at my tits and sighs: "//J'aime que tu viennes bagué comme une bonne petite pute!\nMais je n'aime pas ces bagues! Les proxénètes mettent des anneaux comme ceux-ci sur les tétons des nouvelles putes pour voir SI elles sont enceintes, n'est-ce pas?\nSi tu es si fraîche comme une pute que tu es encore baguée : laisse-moi te donner des bijoux de tétons qui GARANTIRONT que tu tombes enceinte... Je peux engendrer un fils, et tu peux garder les cintres à tétons. \nD'Accord? \n\nAprès tout, percer votre gagne-pain sera à la fois un travail et un plaisir... Alors faisons bon usage de tout le sperme que je vais pomper dans votre chatte.//" \n\n[[Again|4frifrench6]] with that tribal language!\n\nHe grabs my boobs and pulls my nippleshields off with fast, hard moves! OY!! OOYY!! My nipples!!\nThen he pulls a pair of golden pendants from his trousers on the floor and hangs them onto my swollen nipples. The head of the snake is poking my belly button. [[My eyes water and I wince.|4fri17]]
When the golden pendants hang from my nips, a jolt goes through both of us, and that elephant trunk stands before me, and he tells me: "//LAST CALL, LITTLE ONE: SAY NO OR BEND OVER.//" \n<<set $charpic to 11; $vaginal to 1; $creampie to 1; $shame += 50>>\nI stare at him and say: "Erh..." \n\nHe winks: "//NO MEANS NO. I WILL TAKE AN 'ERH' AS A YES, SEEING THAT YOU ARE WET BETWEEN THE LEGS AND YOUR NIPPLES ARE STIFF. SOMETIMES YOUR BODIES SPEAK FOR A HUMAN.//" \n\nThen, without further ado, he puts me on the mattress and that monster right through my hymen and into my vagina: up to my womb. "//HAPPY DEFLORATION, DEAR!//" \n\nNOOO!!!!!!\n[img[def]]\nAfter stealing my virtue he fucks me like a whore: [[the next couple of hours are VERY intense.|4fri18]]\n
When we get out of the water the butches point at some sacks: "//Put your swimming suit in there. Put on your heels: we are leaving.//" I blink: in plain sight?! In the open?! \nThe butch raises an eyebrow: "//Do as I say. Precisely as I say. Disobedience will NOT be tolerated. Our orders are clear: we have to make you drop these bikinis or drop out of the boarding school.//" \nSomehow that does not seem to mean a trip home any more ...and what would my parents say when I tell them that I am their //DAUGHTER// now?\n\n[>img[br]]One of my classmates shrugs ...and bounces: "//Just don't forget to put on your bathing robes first, people!//" He -he?! she?!- winks at the butches. Who //nod//.\n\nRight: we can do that without disobedience. Stripping out of a swimming costume while I am trying to stay under the covers of my bathing robe is a little more complicated than I thought: the girls do that all the time, don't they? \n... and some of us simply step out of their swimming costumes, waltz to the sacks utterly naked and go find their bathing robes as if being nude in public was NORMAL. \n\nThankfully they are all completely ...changed. Some of us are NOT. If Mike or Tom (or some others) went commando in public, there would be some embarassing questions.\nAs it is there are embarassing cat-calls: the locals want ALL of us to strip in the open. [[Never ever!|4fri11]]
[<img[nocover]]We all have to strut back over the parking lot -the whole length of it- utterly naked under our bathing robes: and some DO show the locals with the same flashing pirouettes they did on the way in: but they were wearing a costume then! <<set $sidebar to 3; $charpic to 10; $shame += 5>>\n\nHorrible! I keep my ass and my swinging boobs covered, of course. \n\n...at least until we are back in our rooms, and have to leave the bathing robes in laundry baskets in the hallway. \n\nWe have done that all the time: but now the differences show between those who //react well// to the changes, and the others. \nThere is a difference: Mike and Tom are very, VERY manly man. Hung like horses. Steve is looking weak and palsy, and he has irrigated nipples ...like me two weeks ago. \n\nBut that does not change the facts. My fellows are, well: men. I am a girl. That is pretty obvious, [[though of course I cover my female parts with my hands.|4fri12]]\n\n
Mike and Tom laugh, but Steve blushes when he sees me and my bare ass: "//Sorry, mate!//" \n\nMike snorts: "//Wait: that is not the right word any more, eh? You cannot mate with a WOMAN like this!//" \n\nTom giggles: "//Mate!//" \n\nMike grins: "//Whatever. My daddy has send my new nippleshields, and I want to test them. So here is your choice: you can let me ring your tits, or we -me and Tom- both give you our 13 inches first and ring you after that. \nBend over ...or take your arm off your tits. Now.//" \n[img[nippleshields]]\nSteve shakes his head and looks away: he is no longer strong enough to fight both jerks. Nor am I. \n\nI drop my arm and let him do the deed: [[I do not want these gay assholes to fuck me in the ass with their huge dicks.|4fri13]]
After dinner we get ready for the dance: our history teacher is in her seat already when we get into the bus. \nShe grins when she grabs the microphone: "//My dear young ladies: this is the Dance And Socialising. \n''Socialising'' means that you PROMENADE with your dance partners. NOT in the hall: you actually have to go outside with them. Like ALL good girls, remember?//" <<set $charpic to 13; $sidebar to 5; $shame += 2>>\n\n[>img[hands]]If anything the refugees show even more enthusiasm than last week, and my 'partner' is enthusiastic about the dance: "//Tu es de retour, petite salope! Et tu as l'air BEAUCOUP plus sexy que dans mes souvenirs! Porte-tous des anneaux de mamelon, petite maquerelle?//" \nHis hands are all over me, again: [[whateveer he says.|4frifrench1]] \n\nI try in vain to his hands off my ass while he keeps [[talking|4frifrench2]]: "//Tes seins se sentent bien et ton cul est un rêve, petite pute! \nAujourd'hui mon gros piston caresse ton cylindre jusqu'à ce que je souffle toute la vapeur de l'année dernière! \nJ'espère juste que ta soupape de décharge fonctionnera... Franchement, petite salope: si tu n'es pas sous pilule on a un problème. Personne ne peut se procurer des préservatifs ici! Est-ce un problème?//" \n\nWell, he cannot -MUST NOT- know that THESE are MY boobs, not the fakes from last week: and I do not like this! But I can harldy tell him that there is a problem: I think he said "problem". \n[[I shake my head: no problem.|4fri14]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by the evil Red headmistress, over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Monday of your second week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take an aerobics class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast. Everybody not in their seats a 7 o' clock sharp will be send home.//" \n<<set $sidebar to 3; $week to 2; $charpic to 3, $jan to 1; $fitness to 3>>\nWe dress in our silly school uniforms and nod at each other: we have survived the first week in school, we will survive the rest. [[United we stand!|2mon2][$fellow += 1]]
[img[aerobic]]\nAt lunch we would protest if we were not all that weak: they STILL feed us vegetarian soups! \nAt least we also get our healthy milkshakes and the vitamins. \n\nStudying is ...not very effective. If I did study I do not remember. We DO have to go through the motions, though.\n\nI do remember our aerobics class afterwards: my whole body hurts! <<set $fitness to 0>> \n\nThen I //get my diapers changed!// How humiliating! \nBut my medic is VERY professional and kind about it. \n\nDinners is milkshakes and vitamins only. Thank goodness! I do not know whether I would have survived [[another cheese sandwich.|2tues1]]
[>img[medic dressed]]We do not get much done in our classes today: most everyone of us is heading to the toilet several times. I am running myself, feeling like I have explosive diarhoe, a hangover and a bad case of food poisoning all at once. \nWe told them that people need to eat meat! This vegetarian diet is at fault of this! \n\nWe spend the last two hours waiting for our medics. When it is my turn my medic pats me on the shoulder, smiles soothingly and gives me some pain killers: "//This is a massive development. Who would have thought?//" \n\nThen she winks: "//Well, there is good news and bad news. What to you want first?//" \n\nI blink, and she pats my back: "//Ok, good news first: you are not going to the toilet this week, and no one of the others will see you naked.\nThe bad news are: you will -all of you- go to the toilet at appointed times, and I will see you naked everytime because you are getting special diapers for adults like you. \nYou will have to wear them all day, and I will change your diapers. You are young and basically healthy: otherwise you would not have been allowed to this program. You will get through this week, but it will NOT be fun.//" \nI nod: [[what else can I do?|2mon3]]
When he has pulled out, I sit on the mattress, broad-legged like a tramp. Cum flows out of my fucked cunt. \nMy fucker grins: "//YOU LOOK GOOD, LITTLE ONE.//" \n[img[fucked]] \n[[Well, I feel ...fucked.|4fri19]]
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[>img[room]]I go study reality as I never wanted it to be -that old book- and summon my blupe friend. \n\n<<if $letters gte 1>>My fellow tells me: "//You got a letter from your sister.//" \n\nGreat! I read the letter: \n\n"//My Dear!\nThank you for your good advise regarding our uncle: he is a great man, and when I say 'GREAT' I mean GREAT. He is very willing to help me with a capital injection, and I do SO enjoy capital injections! Sometimes I hope that I had a little sister to share my joys. \nBut now that my cash flow problems have been solved -ALL my flow problems have probably be solved as if someone had burst a balloon- I have more time for my role as a mother and a big sister. \n\nTwo of your four fellows have been seen in a clinic by a schoolfriend that is drinking too much too early -women are not supposed to be alcoholics in their early 20s- and she said they looked weird, spaced out and utterly ...subdued. \nWord in town is they were taking drugs in that boarding school, and got kicked out for that. \nThat pimp -the father of your fellow- is wanted by the police for 'questioning' regarding drugs and illegal prostitution. What is new about the prostitution? \n<<set $sister -= 10>>\nI sincerly hope that you are not doing drugs, but I also wish that you get to know our great greatuncle the same way I did. Well: almost the same way, I guess. Nieces ARE special, after all. \nYours -with a lot of feelings- ...//" \n\nHow nice! Great-uncle came through for the family. No reason for her to be prissy about the capital injection: help was needed, help was rendered. \n[[I write her back and tell her that I am happy for her.|5fri1]] <<else>>When I get back my last fellow and I play cards until it is time for bed. \n\n[[A calm and wholesome evening.|5fri1]] <<endif>>
Our German teacher also teaches our history class, and we learn a lot: not only are we VERY willing to learn, she is also a good teacher. \n\nSociology and Math are also good classes, even though all three of our teachers are ...shocked. Good people. I am -we are- shocked, too. \n\n[>img[milksoup]]Lunch is milksoup. The assistant cook tells us: "//It's good for you: for your titties.//" \nShe is ...fullbodied. Rude words would be: 'fat, with a huge arse and mammoth tits', but being rude is not good. \nI am not sure that I want to grow half of what she has -topwise, we are obviously all lean like willows in the waist from all the sports- but there is little too fear, I guess. Since when does that woman know anything about what foodstuff does? \n\nAfter Lunch we get to study: \n- [[Time to relax!|5thur3][$fitness -= 1]] \n- [[I study some, relax some: balance is important.|5thur3][$fitness -= 2; $learning += 1]]\n- [[I study hard, tutor and get tutored.|5thur3][$fitness -= 3; $learning += 2]] \n
Dancing is fun, usually: but this time it is a little weird. Our trainers let us line up and do the classic walk-by inspection. We all know that from the fair: before you go march through the town the seniors check out the uniforms and tap everyone that needs to do something about his uniform, polish is rifle or adjust the medals (for long term membership, bravery in front of an angry wife and supporting fellows, mostly). \nI get tapped, too. \n\nThe older one tells us: "//Some of you are starting to wear ball dresses from now on.//" \n\nMy 'dance partner' winks: "//Those that we have just tapped. Go figure.//" <<set $charpic to 19>>\n\n[>img[dip]]Her partner winks back: sometimes I think they like each other too much... "//Ball dresses means: slit skirts, free backs and some necklace, according to your questionaires. The free belly is just a supplement for your comfort.//" \n\n]My 'dance partner' puts me over her arm in a dip: "//You will grow into your dresses, girls!//" \n\nHer colleague nods: "//But first you will get used to the required underwear: strings. No bras, so you 'get the bounce back in to dancing'.//"\n\nI sigh: we did file that in the questionaires, and we do bounce a lot during the next couple of hours. \n[[Our girls bounce.|5thur4][$charpic to 10]]
[>img[room]]We are woken up by a voice that we have come to know by now; the evil Red headmistress over the speaker: \n"//This is your daily Wake-Up call, pupils. It is six o' clock in the morning now. Today is Thursday of your fifth week in the boarding school.\nGet up. \nDo not go to the shower rooms. Today you will take a dancing class, you will all take a shower after that class. \nAssemble dressed and orderly in the Hall for breakfast.//" \n<<set $charpic to 10; $will += 1>>\nStephanie and I get up, and I help her with dressing: my boobs are real, and dressing is easier for me. \nI blink: my boobs are real. \nThat makes life //easier//. \nAm I getting stark ravening mad? \n\nOur headmistress adresses us in the hall: "//We have talked about the situation, and the teachers and medics both agree to keep matters on an even keep until the drug screens are in. \nOur assistant teacher, Miss Malfck, ...//" -our assistant German teacher- "//... will represent the school at the board meeting of our pharmaceutical sponsor and be your -the students'- voice. \nCertain classes will be taught by able colleagues while some of your teachers attend the needs of the discharged students -attackers and victims both- and the social outings will be reduced to swimming and the dance. Further weekend activities will be indoors. \nAt the beginning of next week we will hopefully know more. \nYou will not write letters home this week to keep discretion. Your families will be informed that there was a mixup and to expect letters from you NEXT week. \nGo to your classes now.//" \n\nWe all nod and do so: [[it hurts if one does not meet expectations.|5thur2]]