This is the complete story of Adam’s first day at Sasha Sucklove’s. We’ll be regularly checking in with him (soon to be her) and his classmates here. Now that the school, classes and characters have been established, I’m going to be posting the story in longer chunks, similar in size to this omnibus rather than the bite sized installments I’ve been posting so far. I’ll also be doing some spin-offs and new stories. If you want to read some secret stories and get a sneak peak at yet to be released tales, check out my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi

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The light came and went, growing and dying as he faded in and out of consciousness. It was so disorienting and he felt so sick that he hardly took the time to notice what was going on around him. If he had, he would have noticed a line of tables, each one holding a male like himself. There were all shackled down, all knocked out by anesthetics. In the moments where his were weak enough to feel, he felt something in his arm, some ache or pain. There was also a numbness and a cold feeling between his legs. He almost thought that he saw something metal down there.
Finally, during one of these fleeting moments brought on by his higher than normal tolerance to the drugs, he noticed someone.
She was beautiful. Her dress was pink, frilly yet tight, showing off her immaculate curves and ample bosom. Her face was adorable, the kind that could make a man forget himself. Her nails were perfectly manicured with pink extensions, her heels were 6 inches high and her hair was a bright, dyed blonde. He felt an ache down below as his eyes traced their way down her body, the frame of this perfect woman.
Someone came up to her, an older man with a large frame. He wore a suit and seemed to be inspecting the boys as she minced over. Her every moment was swishly, limp wristed, feminine. Her heels clicked and clacked on the metal floor. Her hips swayed enticingly. Her hands were kept parallel to the floor, swinging gleefully as she made her way over to the man and as he put his arms around her.
"I always love inspecting the new bunch" he whispered in her ear, so close that it was clear they were something to each other.
"Me too" she replied in a high pitched tone, her voice so cutesy that it almost seemed fake.
"Oop, looks like one's awake" he smiled, looking directly at the boy with the moving eyes.
"Wondering what this is?" he asked, walking over and harshly flicking the metal cage around his member. "Well, that's just something we give all of our students before they officially join the school. Bri, show him yours."
The blonde smiled and moved her soft, slender hands to her dress, lifting it up. He saw her milky white legs, so supple and desirable. He saw her hips, so shapely, so suggestive. Her whole frame was perfection, the kind of dainty thing that would make pants tent just from the silhouette.
But within the shape of those hips was something like a pink metal thimble, one which looked similar to the cage that the boy was wearing. Below it were two balls, looking almost purple.
"Sweet dreams" said the man as he increased the dosage of the drip.
"Now" said the man, walking over to his sissy as the boy faded out of consciousness. "I'm feeling tired. Ready for bed?"
"Yes headmaster" said the sugary sweet voice. And all went black.

The first thing to make an impact on his blurry vision was the pink. He was slow to come out of whatever sleep they put him in, but even in his haze he could see the loud pink all around him. Everything was in a shade of it, save for those few items that contrasted it with clean, pure white. One such thing was his mattress, which he was slowly beginning to feel as the numbness left. Adam didn't remember much. There were some strange visions of a blonde girl, replaying in his head. Yet he wasn't sure where he was. All he knew, with the cold air on his body and a tightness down below, was that he was naked. He was naked, save for something metal between his legs.
He sat up slowly, looking around as his vision cleared and realizing he wasn't the only one here. There was another white bed in this pink nightmare, and another young man beginning to stir. He was naked as well, with only a pink metal cage on his penis, and a snug pink collar on his neck. Adam reached up to realize he wore one too, yet it was so well fit that he barely noticed it.
By the time he got to his feet, his roommate had started to wake, looking around in shock and horror as a voice filled the room.
"Hiya gals" came a giggly, high pitched voice over the intercom. Adam recognized it immediately. It was the girl he'd seen before.
"This is Bri, your senior class president at Sasha Sucklove's Sissy School. First off, I want to welcome the new batch of students and give them some explanations about all this. They are currently locked into teeny tiny clitty cages, and will remain so for the rest of their lives. Don't worry though girls, they won't always be this big and cumbersome. They'll get smaller as you progress. As for your collar, it has several features, most of which you won't have to worry your pretty little heads about. But when you're naughty little girls, they're likely to do this:"
Suddenly, Adam and his roommate screamed out in pain, both of them writhing in agony as Adam himself fell to the floor. It only lasted for a second or two, but it was the most painful second of Adam's life.
"So please, behave yourself. Our disciplinarians greatly enjoy using that function and are just waiting for you to test them" said the voice, with all the pep of an overeager cheerleader giving a speech at a rally.
"In one minute, your doors will open and you will walk along the pink link to the auditorium where your proper orientation will commence. All students who refuse to attend will be made to...with additional punishments allotted" she explained.
"That's all for the morning announcements. Have a glamorous day!"
The voice disappeared as Adam and the other boy looked to each other.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" He asked, as Adam shook his head.
"You?"
The other boy did the same. They were both sitting in a way to hide their cages, clearly embarrassed to be naked and in such a state, even in this insane situation.
Adam looked around the room, seeing nothing that could help him in the stark space. There were dressers and vanities but neither had anything inside them. There weren't even sheets on the bed. "Maybe we can break the mirror and use the shards as a weapon?" He offered. In his head, he was counting to 60. They were almost halfway to the doors opening.
"Worth a shot" said his roommate, looking as Adam tried to figure it out. There was nothing to break it with and the vanity was bolted down. He'd have to wait until they were given something other than an empty room.
**BEEP**.
The door opened on its own, revealing a hallway with lights on the floor, leading down the corridor. Hands over his cage, Adam poked his head out and saw several other boys doing the same. Sure enough, there was a pink line lit on the floor.
At the end of the hall was an open door.
One of the boys immediately ran for it, sprinting until he reached a turn and went the wrong way. As soon as he got five feet away from the pink line, his screaming filled the halls.
The other boys simply watched as he dragged himself back to the line, body taut with pain. That's when Adam looked away and noticed that the far end of the pink line was closing. "Come on!" He urged his roommate, hurrying out and down the path as the line disappeared behind him. Almost all the other boys got the message and quickly moved, not wanting to be there when the line was gone. Soon enough there was a line of naked boys, holding their cages and hurrying down the hall.
Adam looked about, seeing nothing but nondescript rooms and doors until they finally reached the auditorium. It was a massive space with stadium seats and a stage at the bottom. Laid on every chair was a pair of panties.
"Ladies, ladies, we have a busy day. Let's not drag our feet" said a stern looking woman on the stage, watching them file in and take their seats. Adam sat next to his roommate, holding the panties.
Once everyone was seated, the woman at the podium began. "Very good. You've obeyed so far and your classmates who haven't are being dealt with" she smiled, showing off a sick glee as she spoke the last two words. "I'm sure you're all thinking the same thing...who's Sasha Sucklove?" She said, clearly enjoying her own joke as the boys looked to each other. That was the last question on their minds.
"Sasha was the first student I ever had, back before this was even a school. To tell you her story, I first have to tell you the story of Henry Mars."
The screen behind her lit up with the image of a somewhat nerdy looking young man. "He was the stepson of a friend of mine, and an unwanted stepson at that. Her husband was one of the richest men in America and well, let's just say she had her ways of taking advantage. Henry, as it turned out, was too clever for his own good-"
"Why are we here you b-" began a young man in the back, before howling in pain.
"Keep in mind that I can do that to any of you, or all of you, at any time" she tssked. "As I was saying, Henry was too clever for his own good. He uncovered her past, her path of former husband's and the ways in which she squeezed them dry. But he wasn't clever enough to contact the police before confronting her, and so she called me. One rather simple kidnapping later and he was in my basement."
The boys looked in horror at this mad woman, several either trying to speak up or run and all meeting the same fate on the floor.
"My friend had taken on several names and identities in her scams but she was currently posing as a blonde bimbo, and wanted to teach her stepson a lesson after all his criticism towards her. So I began what would become my patented feminization process and well..." she chuckled, the screen shifting to reveal a woman posing for a photoshoot that wouldn't be out of place in playboy. She was gorgeous. She was voluptuous. She was making everyone strain in their cages.
And then, as the next slide revealed, she was wearing a cage. It was similar to the ones the boys were wearing but completely flat.
Several others tried to resist or start a riot, only to end up shouting in pain.
"In gratitude" said the woman, over all the commotion, "My friend gave me the seed money I needed to start this institute. "And I named it after her new daughter, the first sissy I molded.
Even Adam, though trying to keep a cool head, was starting to panic. He stood up from his chair as his roommate did the same, and as the headmistress rolled her eyes. They had a full on revolt on their hands. But all orientations ended like this.
"You will wake up with your class schedules and new names on your door. Also, for those of you who haven't caused trouble, you will receive your means of reward."
And just like that, every boy felt a prick in their necks on the inside of their collar, as blackness once more overtook them and as they fell unconscious.

Once more, Adam woke up in the pink room.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, whether it was a new day or a few moments later. He hadn't seen widows anywhere in the whole complex, so there was no way of telling. He was still naked, only he was now laying atop what seemed to be silk sheets. And as he shifted, he noticed something else was different.
It wasn't just the cage that was waiting down below. When he changed positions on the bed...something changed positions inside of him. Something was inside of him. He yelped and stood up, feeling it pressing against his insides as he made his way to the mirror.
It was a plug.
He tried to get it out but it was just too big. He guessed from the keyhole at its base that it couldn't be minimized and removed without some staff member's help. He also guessed that none would be in the mood to help him.
His roommate turned to him as he stood, letting him see for himself before clearing his throat. It seemed like he'd been awake a bit longer. He was currently looking at the door, which had two names printed on it in bright pink cursive.
"Eve" and "Cindy."
"They have some sense of humor" muttered Adam.
His roommate raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"Calling me Eve. My real name is-"
He didn't get a chance to say it before screaming in agony, beating himself on the bed frame for support. His roommate watched in confusion, before suddenly realizing what must have happened.
"My name is-"
He crumbled to the ground just the same.
Both of them panted, slowly lifting themselves to their feet as they realized what was going on. They weren't allowed to say their names anymore.
Adam looked to the name on the door and then noticed the two new items that had been laid out at the foot of the bed. The first was a pink and white sheet of paper, with some sort of schedule on it. The second was a pink tee shirt and skirt.
"No judgement if you put it on" said Cindy as he picked up his clothes. "I figure it's better than being naked."
Adam nodded and slowly dressed, looking at the schedule as he did.

Eve Elegance. First Year.
First Period: Deportment
Second Period: Gym
Third Period: Anatomy
Fourth Period: Lunch
Fifth Period: Fashion
Sixth Period: Check Up

There were only six periods but they were each an hour and a half long, save for lunch. The doors unlocked as he read it, wondering what the heck Deportment and Check Up were. It seemed like he was going to find out though. Best to figure this place out as much as possible before trying to make waves.
"Let's go" said Cindy, putting on his clothes and heading for the door. There were signs lit up on the floor to guide everyone to their classes, though it seemed a few kids were missing from the amount that was here to start. Adam hurried out bare foot, feeling the cool air drafting up his skirt as he went off to Deportment.

The deportment classroom was occupied by about thirty other boys, all looking uneasy as they found a pair of small, two inch heels at their desks. Adam found his, marked with the name Eve, just as the teacher entered.
"Hello ladies" smirked the woman, a rather voluptuous babe in her early 40s, sporting jet black hair and a sinister smile.
"Where the heck is my roommate?!" Demanded one of the boys, only to fall to the ground in terrible pain.
"Great question" said the teacher, as though she hadn't just punished him for asking it. "Some of the girls who were most unruly during welcome and orientation have been put into remedial classes. That's all you need to know. Now..."
She went over to the board and wrote out "Mistress Rachel."
"Each of you has shoes. Put them on."
Most of the boys knew better than to argue, but a few stood defiant. Adam wasn't one of them.
"I see..." said Mistress Rachel with a shrug, watching as the boys stood there in growing discomfort. Adam didn't know what was up until they yelped and jumped onto their desks, only to find that just as painful.
Bending over, Adam touched the floor, only to feel it start to burn his finger. Not wanting their feet to get scorched, the rest of the boys put on their heels.
"Very good. This class is deportment: the art of movement. So help me, I will train away every masculine mannerism you have. I will correct away your boyishness, reeducate you on your every instinct and replace it all with proper womanhood. Heels, obviously, are an important part of that. I will be locking those onto your feet before you go and every week, they will go up an inch. First lesson. Sit."
The boys all looked to each other as she rolled her eyes. "Sit. Now!"
They quickly obeyed, glad to find that their metal chairs had cooled down. But obviously, they didn't know how to sit in skirts. None smoothed them. None sat properly. Some even manspread. Most of all, they found it strange to sit with the plugs, trying to keep their weight off them and pretend they weren't there.
Mistress Rachel walked up to Adam and smiled. "Try again."
He was a bit confused but stood up and tried to sit again.
SMACK
She hit him hard across the face. "You're wearing a skirt!" She reminded him, before instructing him in how girls in skirts were supposed to sit. "Now try again and if you disappoint me, you get the collar!"
He nodded and tried his best to follow her instructions, nearly shaking with fear. But she seemed mostly content with it. "Good. Now girls, do the same."
The next hour consisted of Mistress Rachel making them sit properly, over and over. She was a stickler for perfection and the more they practiced, the more comfortable she seemed punishing them for the smallest error. She even zapped a boy with his collar because he burped. By the end of class, she was beaming with delight and most of the boys were sick with pain. She took the pleasure of going to each and every one and locking on their heels before they left, snickering as she did.
"Not bad for a first day. Tomorrow we continue making proper ladies out of you" she said, ushering them out of the class. Adam had trouble walking but he hurried as fast as he could, taking his heels on to Gym.

The pink directions on the floor led Adam to Gym, even if his pace was slow. The heels were bad enough, even if they were only meant to be a prelude for what was coming. But what really made it hard was the pain from his last class, which had coalesced into a sore and nauseous feeling. He tried to feel better by the time he arrived, but there just wasn’t much he could do. Luckily, there wasn’t a need to change. The students were ushered past the locker room and right into the large gymnasium where the teacher was waiting.
This one was another woman, though markedly different from Mistress Rachel. She was an Amazonian type, standing taller than most of them and showing off her abs as she waited. Her muscles rippled in her sports bra and yoga pants, and some of the boys were already staring. She scoffed and approached one.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn out to be another sissy. We like pulling that rug out from under you but I’m all woman. And no sissy would ever look like this” she bragged, flexing her arm. “So no problem staring, right?”
The boy sheepishly nodded, looking more than a bit nervous. Before he could add anything else, however, she had him in a headlock.
“Wrong! Women are your superiors! And it’s your job to be objectified. Not theirs. Understand?”
He whimpered. “Yes…”
She let go and slapped him hard across the face. “Yes, Mistress Amy!”
“Yes, Mistress Amy” he repeated.
“Good. So you girls can learn. First thing’s first: you aren’t getting muscles. Ever. You aren’t lifting. You aren’t making yourself stronger. This class is about getting you in feminine shape. So squats. Yoga. Flexibility. Understood?”
The boys meekly nodded.
“Good. And if you don’t, I have a demonstration ready for you.”
With that she clapped her hands, and a giggling figure came prancing in from one of the doors. She moved like each step made her giddy, so much pep and energy as she practically skipped next to the teacher. It was Bri, the Senior Class present. She was wearing a pink sports bra that was making more than a few cages very tight. It didn’t matter that she was a sissy. She was the most perfect, most feminine thing they’d ever seen. Most girls couldn’t even dream of approaching her levels of girlish beauty. Her bottoms were matching pink shorts, tight as can be and extending to her midthigh. To anyone who could get a glimpse, they made her cherrybomb of a booty look absolutely irresistible. It was only then, during his second encounter, that Adam realized she had no blemishes. No birthmarks, no scars, nothing at all except for the most supple, milky white skin he had ever seen.
Oh, and she was wearing 6 inch heels, designed to look like sneakers. She was bouncing around in them like they were the most comfortable shoes ever made.
“This is Bri, your class president” explained Mistress Amy as Bri batted her lashes to each of them. “Bri. Do a split.”
With a quick nod, Bri effortlessly slid down into one, looking up at the boys with her legs out on either side.
“Forward.”
Bri reached forward until her torso pressed against the hardwood. Then Mistress Amy leaned down and smacked her plump rear, giving the boys a look at the anime physics that her body seemingly operated by as it jiggled enticingly. That would no doubt be the image which tortured their caged nights from now on.
Amy helped her up and then snapped her fingers. “Right leg.”
Brianna lifted her right leg until it was over her head, then put it behind as she balanced on her left.
“Switch” said Mistress Amy. Bri then did the same with her other leg.
“Very good. You’re dismissed. Just be sure to give them a show as you leave.”
Bri giggled, putting her hand over her mouth like some cartoonish schoolgirl before mincing off, letting everyone stare at her booty bouncing in her runway walk as she left the room.
Five seconds later, and the boys were still looking dumbstruck at the door.
“Your turn” said Mistress Amy, pointing to the boy who she’d had in a headlock.
He pointed to himself in confusion.
“Name?” she asked.
He opened his mouth, but the first syllable sent him screaming on the floor.
“So stupid…” muttered Mistress Amy, crouching down by his side and repeating in a taunting tone. “Name?”
He took a moment to catch his breath before answering. “Gina.”
“Cute name. Now get into this position” she said, getting into a stretching pose on the floor. He did his best to mimic her, but he wasn’t at all limber. So she helped him.
“Here you go…” she said, getting behind him and pushing, posing him as he began to shout. She was stretching his leg, stretching it beyond what he could have done on his own without pain. And he was in pain.
“Stop! It hurts!” he begged.
“What makes you think it’s not supposed to hurt?” he asked, roughly keeping him hyperextended before finally letting him for a few moments later. But no sooner did she let go than she moved onto the other leg, making him cry out as the other boys watched.
Finally, she let go all together and stood back up.
“Everyone into the pose. Now.”
A few boys tried to run, stumbling to the ground in pain. The rest got into the position, only for her to come around and “help” them do it better. They did that for an hour and a half, in various different stretches, until Adam felt like he couldn’t even stand. But luckily, their time was over.
Mistress Amy helped Gina up by her hair as the others stumbled to their feet, spanking his rear as she sent him off. His cry told everyone that she’d managed to really jostle his plug.
Adam stumbled out, wondering if he’d be bedridden by the time this day ended. But there was a line on the floor, pointing him to anatomy, and he could only hope that that would be less labor intensive.

Anatomy class seemed less suited for physical activity, AKA torture. There were tables with four chairs around each of them, almost like a real lab. Even the teacher, a young woman with her brown hair in a tight bun, seemed more welcoming. She had a big smile on her face as she ushered her students inside, and told them to take their seats. Her name was already written on the board:
Dr. Greene.
“Welcome ladies, it’s so lovely to have you in my class. I’m sure you’re going to learn a lot about yourselves this semester, although don’t worry, you won’t have to fit all this information into your pretty little head. All you need to know is the basics. So, let’s begin” she smiled, turning on a projector with the first slide: Your Body and You.
“First off, have any of you noticed any changes to your body since arriving?” she asked, looking out until one boy cautiously raised his hand. He’d seen what happened to Gina and was no doubt worried of the same fate.
“The cages?” he asked.
“Very good!” said Dr. Greene in a sing song tone. “The cages are there to help with your clitty development. You see, you’re under the misapprehension that you have penis…sorry, misapprehension means mistake. Sometimes I forget I’m talking to sissies” she giggled. “You all just have unfortunately oversized clitties…some less oversized than others, thankfully” she teased.
“And the plugs?” asked another student.
“Please raise your hand” she politely corrected. “Or else the next time, I will be forced to activate your collar. A good question, however. Your plugs are there to help your development with what is colloquially known as a Sissy Button. It is to become your primary organ for receiving stimulation. I didn’t use too many big words there, did I?” she asked.
The boy just awkwardly down looked at the table.
“Now as you girls might suspect, you were asleep for a little while before waking up in those rooms. During that time, there were some improvements made to your body. Time release drug regiments were inserted surgically into your body, to minimize the need for nasty injections. We have a motto at Sasha Sucklove’s: More feminine than females and more girly than girls. With our special processes, we can make sure that happens for each and every one of you” she smiled. It wasn’t a smile of cruel glee or evil relish. As Adam looked to it, he realized it was a smile of pride. She was proud of what she was able to do to them.
The boys, however, were once more on the brink of riot, looking to each other as order broke down. Dr. Greene tssked and raised her voice slightly.
“If I have to zap any one of you, then you will never know what is being done to you. This class does not have repeats or makeups. So please, be my guest. Stand up and run and never know what your body has in it.”
She was stern, but not angry, and most of the boys took her words to heart. She was right, of course. They were terrified. But they all wanted to know what was going to happen to them.
“Good girls” she said, changing the slide to show a diagram on the balls. “This is usually where your testosterone comes from but with our top secret genetic technology, we can change that. We can program your balls to produce estrogen. We can also give you what is called Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. Anyone know what that is?” she eagerly asked. She might have been a good, enthusiastic teacher if this were an actual class. But it wasn’t and no one raised their hands.
“Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome is a condition in which your body is totally unable to process certain hormones. Think of it as an allergy to testosterone. Obviously that’s a gross oversimplification but I couldn’t explain better without breaking your little sissy brains.”
The boys were once more expressing their unease, growing more and more panicked and looking like they might try to futilely revolt.
“There are numerous other processes, of course. Changes to every aspect of your body…not to mention the wonderful work your Mistresses will do to get you into shape. But at the end of the day, it’s going to be the advances of the headmistress and myself that get you where you need to be. More feminine than female. More girly than girls. That shouldn’t be too hard when we’re done! I mean, even girls naturally produce and process testosterone. You will be more hormonally female than they are!”
That was finally too much and one of the boys charged her desk, running with a full head of steam before collapsing halfway there. The other followed suit, and even the ones who stayed seated soon found themselves on the floor, enveloped by blackness.
Adam was looking at the last slide from the projector as he faded away, looking at the one that Dr. Greene had flipped to as the boy ran at her. It was simply pink cursive on a white screen, spelling out:
“Don’t cry sissies. It’s already too late.”

Lunch was a mostly somber affair. Adam and the other boys had been woken up one by one and led out of the room, probably because they were easier to handle individually. He was still sort of hazy as he was ushered out into the halls, seeing the arrow on the floor that pointed to the cafe. On one hand, he was starving. He hadn’t eaten since he was taken and he had no idea how long that had been. On the other, the sickness in his stomach from the drugs and shocks was still there. And anatomy class hadn’t done much to help his appetite.
Still, he made his way there, soon finding himself in a rather large cafe, with his other classmates against the wall. It seemed like the newbies were all on the left and the further right you went, the more girly the students became. Bri herself was sitting against the right wall, giggling and gossiping with her besties as Adam shuddered. The girls in between them…well, it looked like their femininity was going to progress on a steep curve. Very few looked to be in an awkward area between male and female, and by the time you reached the senior class, it was clear that the girls were being more perfected than transformed.
Adam took a seat between Cindy and Gina, who both seemed worn out from their days. Lunch had already been laid out for them, though it was barely more than a salad and a smoothie. Still, Adam eagerly unpackaged the one labeled “Eve” and began to devour it.
“Hey, you don’t know what’s in there! They could have hormones in the shakes!” whispered Cindy as Gina sighed.
“What?” asked Cindy.
“You haven’t had anatomy class yet, have you?” he asked. Adam sat back as Gina explained, and as the boys generally began to discuss their situation. Some were already planning escape. Most were comparing notes. Some were just beginning to cry as they recounted their days.
“What do you think, Eve?” asked Cindy. Adam took a moment to respond, not remembering it was supposed to be his name.
“I don’t know…has anyone ever escaped here?” he muttered, looking around.
“Some of the people just above us said there was this guy Ethan who got out. He promised his classmates he’d come back and bust this place wide open, but he never did.”
“I wouldn’t want to come back here either” muttered Gina.
“The rumor is that he’s trying to build a case and destroy the operation but this is too tight and secretive. But someday he’s going to save us” explained Cindy. Adam shook his head.
“And if we ask Santa for a key out, we might escape” he joked bitterly. “We’re on our own. And whatever we do, we have to do it fast, before this takes effect.”
“Agreed” said Cindy.
“And before that crazy gym teacher permanently paralyzes me…” muttered Gina.
“The problem is the collars, first and foremost. We have to figure out how to get them off” offered Adam
“Maybe we can get a hairpin off one of the older girls and use it to pick the locks?” asked Cindy.
Adam nodded, and before they could try discussing it, Cindy stood up and began to struggle to the right of the cafe.
“Hey, what’s your name hottie?” he asked, looking to one of the girls. They looked almost completely feminine, and raised an eyebrow at Cindy’s approach. Even if they looked it, they clearly weren’t some vapid ditz.
“Uh…Kimberly” she offered, looking embarrassed to say it to a newbie who looked more or less male.
“Wanna makeout?” asked Cindy, leaning in before Kim could say anything. In a second, his hands were in her hair and his lips were meeting hers. Kimberly eeped in shock as their lunch proctor, an older looking butch woman, made her way over.
“Ladies…” she sneered, as Kimberly tried to push Cindy off. Finally, she relented, and stood up as Kim disgustedly scratched at her tongue.
“This is an infraction for both of you. For you, for trying to act like a straight man…” she said, looking to Cindy, “And for you, for being willful and refusing an advance” she said, turning to Kimberly.
“It’s your first day so you get a warning, newbie. As for you…” the proctor looked up to one of the security cameras on the wall and pointed to Kimberly, who’s eyes went wide in terror.
“No, please! I didn’t mean…I didn’t know…don’tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she cried out, finally gasping out and sitting there with a pained expression on her face. The proctor quickly took Cindy by the arm and led her back to her seat, returning once she sat next to Eve and Gina.
“What the heck did they do to her?” he muttered, only for one of the more experienced girls to clear her throat a few tables over. Lunch was almost over and so the boys were getting up, ushered out by the lines on the floor. As they passed by the girl who’d gotten their attention, she whispered to the three of them.
“They expanded her plug a few sizes…”
With that, she minced off, leaving them to look as Kimberly struggled to follow, at a much slower pace.
“What the heck? Why did you do that to her…him…whoever?” asked Adam.
Cindy did look guilty, but managed to crack a smile as she opened her palm. Kimberly’s bobby pin was in it, carefully lifted without anyone noticing.

Fashion was the most normal of all their classes, even if the teacher was a bit odd. She was an old German woman, who insisted on referring to each of the girls as “Doll.” The subject matter was rather vapid, but they approached it like a normal school, taking notes, raising hands and going over things in guided discussion. It just so happened that all their multiple choice questions and essays were about which colors went best with each other, and what types of shades fit each season. It was a welcome respite from the rest of the day, but Adam guessed that was on purpose. All the other classes were training: rewriting muscle memory to move girly, stretching your body to new limits, explaining what is being done to your body at a molecular level. It was something that was done to the students. Fashion was clearly something they wanted the students to do themselves, to take initiative on, to like and enjoy. Based on the fact that a few of the older girls were wordlessly using the facilities during the lesson, sewing outfits for themselves in the back, Adam guessed that it worked. When fashion was the only respite, the only class you didn’t hate, it could almost seem fun in a place like this.
As class ended, Adam looked down to see the last arrow of the day, leading him to his last class.
Check Up.
He wasn’t sure how that could possibly be a class, but he followed the line regardless, finding his way to a waiting room and sitting in a line of chairs against the wall. Cindy was sitting next to him, looking more nervous with every seat they shifted. They were getting closer and closer to the door, closed and closer to their turn. Finally, one seat away, he slyly slipped the hair pin to Adam, giving them a look that asked to keep it safe. Adam’s own look was one of worry. If they had asked instead of just slipping it to them, they probably would have said no. They’d seen too many punishments here to risk this. But it was too late now. It was in their hand and before they knew it, Cindy went through the door.
The boy who exited, like all the others, kept their eyes to the ground and hurried out without a word.
So Adam waited, nervously looking about and trying to seem casual, as if someone looking calm wasn’t the strangest thing you could see in a place like this.
And with that anxious expression on her face, that look of someone freaking out over the fact they were trying not to seem like they were freaking out, Adam saw Dr. Greene walk down the hall.
“Oh, Eve. Right?” she smiled down at Adam as he nodded.
“Is this going to be your first checkup?” she smiled, looking as friendly and jovial as a person could be. Adam gulped and gave another nod.
“I’m sure the headmaster will enjoy inspecting you.”
Adam looked down, not feeling in the mood to talk. But he did have one question. “Headmaster or Headmistress?”
“Oh, you’re a smart sissy. We might have to fix that!” she giggled, looking as though it was a light little joke that Adam should laugh at. “We have a headmaster, in charge of the medical part of all this, and a headmistress, who’s in charge of the educational and training function. I think that she keeps the title mainly for ceremony though. She likes being addressed that way” she explained.
“And why are you here?” he asked, feeling the slickness of the pin on his skin as he tried to stop his palms from sweating. Why had he asked her a question? He was trying to seem normal and conversational but…
“Oh, I work closely with the headmaster. I was just going to check on some of the remedial students” she explained.
“Remedials…”
“Yes, the ones who were so misbehaved at orientation. We…well, you’ll see what we’re doing with them. Enjoy your checkup though. I see a lot of potential in you. I’m guessing at least a C cup” she said, as though it was something Adam wanted to hear. And with that she walked off, further into this wing and into some set of double doors. Cindy emerged a moment later, face red and fists clenched.
“You okay?” asked Adam. He didn’t get a response. Cindy just quickly plucked the pin from his grip. A moment later, he was gone and the door was open. Adam looked to it and sighed. Better to go in and deal with it than to get into trouble for waiting. So he got up, bristling against the cold air up his skirt as he made his way inside.
Waiting inside was a man dressed like a doctor, and a table that seemed like it was meant for medical examination.
“Eve, please sit down” smiled the headmaster, as Adam shuddered. This was the guy who’d been making out with Bri. This was the guy who’d been watching him while he slept.
“Un…right” said Adam as he sat at the end of the table, looking around at the place. It seemed like a normal doctor’s office, but that didn’t make him feel better. He was sure there was a load of sick, twisted things waiting in here.
“Open your mouth and say AH” said the headmaster as he grabbed a popsicle stick, poking it into Adam’s mouth…and not stopping.
He threw up slightly in his mouth, gagging and recoiling at it teased the start of his throat.
“Gag reflex. But that’s nothing we can’t fix” smiled the headmaster. “Tell me, were you active before being brought here?”
“I mean, I ran pretty often” explained Adam uncomfortably.
“No, I didn’t mean…” chuckled the man. “Are you a virgin?”
Adam blushed.
“Right. Just as I thought. Why don’t you stand up and strip and we can take a look at you?” he asked.
“Strip?” asked Adam, even though he’d been nude for so much of this day. But getting asked to get naked by this creep was…different.
“Yeah, strip” said the headmaster, brushing back some of his jet black hair. “I could always knock you out or hurt you with the collar but I’m sure you’ve had enough of that by now. No need to panic. I’m a doctor” he explained.
Slowly, Adam reached down and took off his pink tee shirt, sitting there for a moment before doing the same with his pink skirt.
As soon as he was naked, he flung his hands over his cage.
“Shy, aren’t we?” grinned the headmaster. “Stand by the wall for your height and weight” he waited, watching as Adam reluctantly stood and made his way over, back to the wall and hands covering his shame.
“5ft11 and 176lbs. Not bad. Now lay back on that bed” asked the doctor with a chilling nonchalance. Everything about this guy was freaking Adam out.
Still naked and still painfully aware of it, Adam made his way to the examination table and sat. The headmaster walked behind and propped up the back, so Adam was sitting back at a 45 degree angle. “Legs up here” he ordered, swinging out two metal things that looked like footrests. Adam hesitated, wanting to keep himself as covered and fetal as possible, but he did as he was asked.
A moment later, the headmaster revealed leather straps and lashed Adam’s legs in place. “No need to struggle…” he promised, doing the same with his arms and torso. He was stronger than he looked, almost scarily strong, and Adam couldn’t have resisted him even if he tried.
“Very good…” said the headmaster, reaching down and putting a key into his plug as Adam felt the pressure inside slowly ease. Soon enough, it slipped out, lathered in lube and leaving him slightly gaping. Now that it was outside, Adam was shocked by how small it really was. Sure, it wasn’t flared, pumped or whatever they did to make it bigger once within. But it wasn’t anywhere near what he expected for how it felt. The part that was inside him was only about as wide as a ping pong ball.
Taking out a thermometer, the headmaster slowly began to insert it through Adam’s hole.
“Hey!” he protested as it intruded.
“It’s the best way to get your temperature” smirked the headmaster as Adam squirmed. Finally, he pulled it out.
“Alright, now to put this back in…” muttered the headmaster, slowly inserting the plug before putting in the key and turning it-
“AHH!!!” shouted Adam as the thing expanded within.
“Yeah, you get used to that” chuckled the headmaster. With a gentle pat on the butt, he moved with attention upwards. “Just don’t struggle. The stirrups are here for a reason” he explained, tapping on Adam’s cage. Each touch made him cringe and writhe in discomfort.
“Sensitive but not as much as it will be” he tssked. Taking each ball in hand, he squeezed roughly.
Adam once more screamed.
“Go ahead, this place is soundproofed” mocked the headmaster. Adam couldn’t understand how any of this was necessary but as the torture continued, he had a terrible thought. What if none of this was necessary, and the headmaster just enjoyed it? What if this whole class was just for him…
“Well, that should be it for now. Enjoy the rest of your day” said the headmaster, undoing his bonds and letting Adam stand. As soon as he got up, the creep laid a big, hard SMACK on his rear.
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out” he winked, leaving Adam to slowly fumble into his clothes on his way to the door. But soon enough he was out, leaving with the same expression of shame that the other boys had left with and hurrying to his room.
What he saw there made his stomach churn.
He was already off balance from the checkup, already feeling hurt and ashamed. But as he arrived to his room, he saw Cindy, laying on the floor with the bobbypin in their cage, knocked out while trying to pick the lock. Three men in what looked like SWAT gear were entering the place, picking her up and hauling her off. Adam nearly took a step to help, but the pink line on the floor didn’t go that far. He just had to watch as his roommate was taken away, standing there alone and wondering what the heck was wrong with these people.