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I was looking through my old files today when I found an unfinished, unedited story called ‘The Academy’ which I wrote over two years ago. So I thought I’d post it here on my blog as a detailed TG transformation treat for all you gender bending lovers. There’s no plot really. A boy enters another dimension through a door and ultimately transforms into a pretty young schoolgirl. I have also drawn a few pictures to depict the scenes. I haven’t really cleaned up these drawings but I hope you will like them!

I have many other detailed transformation titbits and I was wondering if any of you would be interested in a full collection of these somehow connected together? Comment below if you wish. Oh and enjoy! Blog out!

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THE DOOR — ACADEMY OF SCHOOLGIRLS
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Mark looked at the door. How did it get there? Where did it come from? For a moment he was going to shout to call his mother but he decided not to. The doors white paint was peeled and the wood was chipped around the frame. It looked old, corroded as if it had been just taken out of a dilapidated building and placed in the middle of his room. On the centre top of the door was the female restroom symbol of the woman in the dress. He began to think that the door was some stupid, unfunny prank played out by his friends but he quickly brushed the thought off as ridiculous.

‘’They wouldn’t do such a thing! Would they?’’

His room was dead silent. The usual tweeting and chirping of birds could not be heard, the faint, windy sound of traffic was silenced and the activity of people moving downstairs could not be heard. All that Mark could hear was his own breathing and his heart pound against his chest.

He slid off the bed and stood in front of the door, staring at it, looking completely oblivious to everything around him. The straight, ridged edges of the door seemed to startle him. The silhouette symbol of the female on the door seemed to make the hairs stand on the back of his neck.

For some unknown reason, the door scared him.

For a brief moment he felt like leaving the room to tell somebody but no, he couldn’t, he wanted to investigate. He walked towards the door, his footsteps muffled by the deafening silence and his breathing becoming more rapid. He pushed the creaky door open and to his complete and utter astonishment something he didn’t expect to see lay on the other side.

Outside, was on the other end of the door. He looked behind him to see that he was still in his bedroom. He was going to run and tell his mother and sister but he decided not to just yet. He slowly lifted his foot and put it over light timber frame as if he were taking his first steps on the moon. As his foot touched the ground of the other side, he knew it was safe. He pulled the rest of his body out through the door frame gasping with relief.

Suddenly fresh air filled his lungs and the sounds of birds tweeting returned. The sky was bright baby blue and completely cloudless. Mark looked around the environment. He quickly realised that the place was filled with people. Not just people but school girls, dressed in uniform, talking, laughing and giggling as they walked through the entrance gates of some school.

‘’What the hell is going on?’’ said Mark out aloud.

He looked over his shoulder to see that the old door was still there. He started to walk towards the gates. He looked around, left, and right up and down.

What is this? He thought. Was it virtual reality or some sort of dream?

It all felt so real and natural and real to him. He looked up at the two rusty steel iron gates. Beyond the gates was a long avenue with large, orange leafed trees planted on each side. He could barely make out the large mansion like building.

Mark needed questions answered so he left his rooted spot and approached a group of the schoolgirls

‘’Hey, could you tell me what is —, ‘’

He didn’t finish the question because they all continued to talk over him amongst themselves. He tried to speak again but they all blocked him out as if he wasn’t there. He asked another few but they just continued to walk on as if he were invisible. Within a few minutes the large crowd of girls were inside the tall red brick walls surrounding the school, walking and talking, leaving Mark left behind.

A tall stern, pencil-skirted woman of middle age stood at the gates with a pad, checking off all of the girls names. Mark licked his lips and cleared his throat before asking her, ‘’Excuse me, I know this might sound strange but where exactly am I?’’

She didn’t even wince. She just continued to look over her nose through her red spectacles, checking off each name with her tiny yellow pencil.

Mark was completely aghast. He had to get back to his room and tell everyone what he had discovered. He felt a jolt of excitement as he turned to run back to the door.

…It was gone.

Mark’s eyes could’ve popped out of their sockets as he stared at the spot where the door once was. He rubbed his eyes to see if he was imagining it but as he opened his eyes it was still gone. He slowly walked over to the spot where it was a minute ago. He looked down at the wet tarmac, his eyes beginning to water with panic. He blinked several time, not believing what he was seeing which was, well, nothing! He looked left and right down the long road. His breathing became more frantic and panicked as the horrible truth hit him hard. He was trapped. How was he going to get home?

He turned around to look at the school entrance gates again. He briskly walked towards the woman but he was stopped midway by an invisible force. All sound was drained out of the world, leaving only deafening silence, so quite that Mark thought his eardrums would pop due to the enormous pressure inflicted on his head.

The rocking of the trees, the leaves falling, the girls walking down the long avenue and the woman ticking names off her pad were all drearily suspended into incredible slow motion. All Mark could hear was his own heavy breathing. He seemed to be the only one who could move in normal motion. He was utterly petrified.

The tiny hairs on his arm, and neck stood up as his whole body covered in goosebumps. He shivered all over, feeling as if someone was tickling him with a feather. He tried to brush the sensation away but it wouldn’t go away, it only got worse.

He had no time to think when suddenly his insides started writhing as though he’d just swallowed live snakes — doubled up, he wondered whether he was going to be sick — and then a pleasurable sensation spread rapidly from his groin to the very ends of his fingers and toes.

And before his eyes, his hands began to shrink, the fingers thinned, the nails were growing. He let out a bellowing scream of terror that could’ve cracked a pane of glass. The entire world around him didn’t react; to them he wasn’t there, yet. His shoulders dropped down and decreased in broadness. A tricking feeling down the back of his shirt told him that his hair was growing rapidly.

‘’H-Help!’’ groaned Mark, his arm reaching out for help.

His body muscle shrunk away until he was frail and bony, leaving his knees wobble. Then layers of fat distribution appeared on his arms, bottom, hips and legs. His breathing was becoming more and more repressed, feeling as if someone was squeezing him hard, as his abdomen thinned inwards. His thighs began to widen making his pants hug his hips tightly as he waist shrunk. He lurched forward as his bones began to shift and change, transforming into a feminine skeleton, his height dropping considerably.

It wasn’t painful but he groaned at the huge amounts of pressure inflicted on his face. His nose turned into a cute button nose and his square jaw-line became more curved and soft. His thin lips swelled up, turning into pouty girly lips within an instant. His lashes grew and his hair continued to grow down his back, unrolling like a brunette curtain. He gripped his bottom with his two hands, feeling the fat that had appeared as his butt began to stick out. He looked up at the sky as his neck lengthened into a swan-like form.

He could’ve cried right there and then but his attention was quickly drawn to his groin as the pleasurable sensation accelerated to incomprehensible heights. He looked down his pants to see his penis and testicles quickly shrinking away into nothingness.

‘’Nooo!’’ he squealed, his voice broken and high-pitched.

He tried to grip his manhood before it vanished before his eyes. Then a thin slit appeared forming a vagina. He could no longer watch. He gripped his hair from each side of his head, gaping at his new long, thick brunette hair, feeling incredibly shocked and dumbfounded. His insides burned like fire as his inner organs shifted about. Then to his complete horror, two mounds were growing on his chest. He looked down at his chest as two perky breasts formed within an instant.

‘’I don’t want to be a — to be a - ’’ he cried, ‘’Arrrgggh!! No! What is happening?!’’

The final stages of the transformation were taking place. His little amounts of body hair vanished and his skin softened. The world around him continued to be suspended in deafening slow motion. He was trapped within his own small invisible box. He was horrified and was trying to think rationally but it was impossible, his mind was clouded with confusion, disbelief, shock and panic. It all had to be some sort of a dream but the part where he was supposed to wake up was long delayed.

This was definitely real.

Before he could examine his new body, something else started to change, his now oversized boy clothes. His white sneakers turned to the colour brown and grew a slight heel, the laces fused together and turned into two buckle straps. He looked down at his feet to see he was now wearing brand new Mary Jane school shoes. He tried to move but his legs were forced shut together as the denim legs of his jeans fused together, making him wobble on the spot. It began to slowly shorten up his legs until it was way above his knees, exposing his soft bare legs. He was now wearing a tight blue denim skirt but colour immediately changed to dark navy and pleats formed around the hemline.

‘’Oh god no!’’ cried Mark in an unnaturally girlish voice.

The fabric changed to polyester as it pulled itself up over his wide hips. Mark, his jaw hanging open tried to pull the skirt off but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck on him. He felt his boxer shorts shorten and tighten against his bottom, forming into a soft, satin pair of knickers. His grey socks began to stretch up his new softer shins, changing into a soft white cotton fabric.

His red hooded jumper suddenly tightened against his chest and arms. The hood vanished and the sleeves began to shorten until there was none at all. Now wearing a red tank top the colour changed to dark navy and joined itself the matching pleated skirt. The neckline of the tank top grew and grew, revealing the t-shirt underneath. Then a waistband appeared between the skirt and top, tightening. His grey t-shirt split down the middle and fastened itself together with buttons. The fabric of his t-shirt changed to cotton white and a rounded collar formed around the neckline. The short sleeves tightened and shortened against his arms. The upper part around the shoulders puffed up.

He felt the newly formed pinafore school dress zip up from behind, encasing his new body in the girlish attire. Suddenly, he left as if a tight elastic band was wrapped around his chest as white bra strapped itself around his new perky breasts, lifting them up, trapping them in soft satin.

He felt incredibly embarrassed, hoping that nobody was watching, yet how could they? His mind was all over the place. He couldn’t comprehend the amazingly strange feelings within his body and the surreal nature of it all. It was all too much for him to handle and he felt as if he was going insane.

The skirt flared outwards as a navy ribbon bow appeared and fixed itself under the rounded blouse collar. His long, thick brunette hair that now reached down to his shoulders softened and brushed itself out as a light blue hair band appeared. Then, Mark felt something odd within his mouth as if something coated his teeth. He licked his teeth and to his complete horror, he now had braces. He let out a shrill girlish scream that could’ve have waken the dead, but, of course nobody heard him.

‘’Oh god, please, no!’’ he whimpered as he looked down at his feminine uniformed body.

He gripped his breasts in his hands, squeezing them to check if they were real, his jaw hanging open with shock. He felt as if something was churning inside him. A brew mixed with girlishness, fear and worry. He ran his trembling hand down his arched back and over his butt which was now well rounded and stuck out. He raised his hand to his cheek, feeling his new nose and mouth.

‘’Eyes, mouth, nose, hair!’’ he gasped, gripping his brunette hair from each side. ‘’I’m a girl! I’m a bloody girl! How can this be?’’

He didn’t notice but the world around him was back to normal and all sound returned to the environment. The schoolgirls continued to make their way towards the school building and the stern, pencil skirted woman continued to tick her pad. Mark looked around himself repeating, ‘’I’m a girl, no, I can’t be, I’m a girl!’’ under his breath. His eyes were wide and watery as if he was going to break down and cry at any moment but he felt no desire to do so. He took his first step forward, feeling the strange new feel of gravity and the sudden weight on his chest.

‘’T-This can’t be happening to me!’’ he said.

The stern looking woman standing at the school gates looked up at Mark. She straightened her spectacles and squinted to see who was standing in the middle of the road. Mark’s heart skipped a beat, the woman was looking at him, and she knew he was there.

He quickly ran to her, feeling the airy, free feeling of the pinafore skirt sway back and over to the wind. The very slight jiggle on his chest sent ticklish vibrations throughout his body.

‘’Oh thank god,’’ he said, still not used to his new high pitched voice. ‘’Excuse me, ma’am but could you tell me what — ,‘’

‘’What are you doing standing in the middle of the road young lady?’’ said the stern woman fiercely.

‘’What?’’ said Mark, confused. ‘’I j-just a-appeared here and I don’t know what happened but I suddenly changed into a — into a — into — ,‘’

He couldn’t say it. It seemed completely ludicrous to accept what had happened to him or to even tell someone of it. He looked into the woman’s strict, domineering face, her lips pursed and her fiery brown eyes fixed into a cold stare. The woman seemed to frighten Mark more than turning into a girl!

‘’You will get back into the school this instant Rosie! It’s because of students like you that I feel weary about letting the girls into the local village during lunch hours!’’ said the woman in a strict tone of voice.

‘’No, you don’t understand I don’t go to this —, ‘’

‘’You are late and you will receive a detention as punishment. Now run along!’’ said the woman, raising and pointing her finger at Mark.

‘’You have got this all wrong! I came here through the door! Didn’t you see it?’’ said Mark turning back to the road. ‘’It was right there! I came through it I -,’’

‘’Enough!’’ bellowed the woman. ‘’I will not tolerate cheeky talk back now get inside unless you wish to spend the rest of the term in my office!’’

Mark thought he was going to have a heart attack. He was breathing frantically, panicking, and feeling scared and confused all at once. This woman actually thought he was one of her students and it made his blood boil with anger.

‘’Listen lady you have to understand —, ‘’

‘’How dare you address me in that tone!’’ said the woman, looking completely outraged.

The woman grabbed Mark by the wrist firmly.

‘’Hey what the hell are you doing?!’’ bellowed Mark, trying to pull his arm free.

The tall, domineering woman seemed to rise above Mark, looking down on him. He suddenly felt the cold, shivering wave of vulnerability and the huge decline of his height and strength dawn upon him. This woman terrified him. She pulled him through the gate by the wrist, breaking into a brisk walk down the avenue. The woman was very, very angry. Mark continued to try and break free but his frail arms shook under the strain. He had nowhere near enough strength to break free from this mad woman. It had to be a dream, it had to be. He looked over at his shoulder to see the huge iron gates slowly closing. His eyes nearly popped out of there sockets with panic. He had no choice, he had to become physical with the woman. He stepped down, as hard as he could on the woman’s high heeled toes.

‘’Ahhh!’’ she shrieked, letting go of Mark’s wrist.

He quickly reacted and ran towards the gates. His new shoes certainly weren’t made more running; each hard step on the tarmac seemed to vibrate right up his new slender legs, his chest bouncing and his long hair scattered over his face messily. He felt as if he was running for his life as the gate drew to a close, his panting becoming more and more heavy. The closer he got to the gate, the further it seemed to get. He looked over his shoulder to see the woman standing, watching him run away. His skirt flopped up and down as he ran. He was too late. The gates created a loud creaky clang as they closed together. He ran up to the gates and rattled the bars with his hands.

‘’No, please! There’s been a mistake!’’ he cried. ‘’I’m not supposed to be here!’’

He didn’t know who or what he was shouting at but he rattled the bars as hard as his strength would allow him. He was beginning to feel something crawl up his throat as his eyes began to water. He was feeling the strong emotional urge to cry. He heard the clicking of heels nearing him from behind. He turned and backed up to the gate, trembling and panting as the stern woman approached him. Her eyes were aflame.

‘’P-Please,’’ whimpered Mark as the woman faced him.

She gripped his tiny hand in hers so tight that he thought the circulation in his fingers was completely cut off. She turned and pulled Mark away from the gates. He tried to pull his hand free, turning back to the gates, hoping that the door that brought him here would appear.

‘’You don’t understand!’’ he bellowed. ‘’I’m not a girl; I’m not a bloody girl! I’m a BOY!’’ he cried tearfully.

The woman led him tightly towards the school building where he was to stay for the rest of life.