Andrea and Dani returned to their room.

“What are we going to do Andrea?”

“Don’t call me that, you dick”

“You heard what she said, we have to act like girls or we get punished. She could even be listening to us now. ”

What they suspected was true, matron was making sure they feared being overheard, and fear of punishment was being well and truly implanted.

“You’re alright, Dani sounds like a boys name!”

They inspected their room. The shelves were now full of dolls , teddy bears and girls books. Andrea looked through the titles. There were books about ponies, princesses, dressmaking and cooking.

“We have no choice I suppose Dani, We will just have to be good girls”

He stared out of the window while their situation sunk in.

There was a knock on the door.

“May I enter young misses?”

This must be lunch, Andrea thought.

“Yes, please come in”

As the door opened, Andrea realised that for the first time since they arrived it had not been locked.

A maid entered carrying a tray with a pot of tea and two plates of sandwiches .

Dani stared, his jaw open and almost drooling. It wasn’t the food, it was the maid. She faced away from him and bent her knees to rest the tray on the table. As she did her skirt fluttered up slightly, giving Dani a small glimpse of stocking top and petticoat. She was stunning. Perfect makeup and hair. Dani had a kink for women in maid’s uniforms. He felt pain as he grew hard in his steel cage.

“Good afternoon young misses, my name is Francine, can I help you with anything else”

“I thought matron said there were only boys here?”

“Yes young miss, that's true, why do you ask?”

“But you are never a boy, surely?”

The maid looked around furtively, she lowered her voice and whispered in his ear.

“I was, and am, and don’t call me Shirley”

She giggled and winked at Dani. Then stood up straight and said in a loud voice.

“We are all girls here just like you miss.”

Dani could not believe it. He had got hard looking at a boy! Was he gay? Would he be lusting after Andrea soon!

Andrea shook his head in disgust.

“How come you’re a fucking maid then?”

“Well at the end of the first year we are all tested. I was selected to be trained as a maid. My friend Roberta is training to be a nanny. We are hoping to be employed at the same house.”

“What if we don’t want to do the jobs they select?”

“You have no choice. If you fight, you’re punished. After that you can be sent back to prison looking very feminine. You can guess what would happen then. I did hear of one girl that was given a full sex change. After that she had no choice but to live and work as a woman forever.”

Dani was shocked.

“No fucking way they can’t do that!”

“Did you read the forms you signed? Well, you have given them permission to perform necessary surgeries. You fight them and you won’t need your cage ever again”

“But I thought that...”

“Don’t fight the system. Be good girls, do as you are told. You may hate being girls, but think, half the population are female. They do not find being girls and women degrading. Think of yourself as female and you may even enjoy it.”

Andrea looked away disgusted with what she heard.

“Shit, this is going to suck.”

“I would advise you to stop swearing. There is voice recognition tied into the monitoring system. Everything you say that doesn’t fit with being good girls is reported each day. Your demerits are punished on stage at weekly assembly. So think before you speak, think only girly thoughts.”

“Oh look, you dropped a book on the floor, I’ll get it.”

Francine bent at the waist. As she bent, the skirt of the black French maids uniform rose up. The boys both gawked at the sight of the rows of frilly white lace on her knickers. They were framed by the tight white suspender straps, holding up black fishnet stockings.

Both boys breathed heavily as their trapped members expanded painfully inside their steel prisons.

“Sorry, that was rude. I should have bent my knees. I’m always being told off for that. Anyway I better go. Perhaps I’ll see you around.”

With that she expertly minced out of the room.

As if they both sensed each other's arousal, they looked away from the door and both sat quietly eating and drinking. Francine had reached the bottom of the stairs and faced the matron.

“Well done young lady, you did very well. Hopefully we should have little trouble from the new girls.”

Francine curtsied.

“I try to please madam”

“Save your madam’s for your future employers. This will go a long way to getting you assigned a job with your beloved Roberta.”

“Thank you matron, is there anything else?”

“No you can return to class now.”

With that Francine curtsied again and clip clopped along the corridor in her four inch black patent leather court shoes.

The matron smiled to herself. An excellent start she thought. Both the new girls were now terrified of either losing their manhood or being sent to prison as sex toys for hardened criminals. Fear was the best way to start, they would accept everything she had planned for them now. She could now start them in school with the rest of the girls.

The door to their room burst open, and the angry looking matron rushed in.

“Right you two, I have been patient with you as you are new. I heard you swearing earlier with Francine. Tomorrow your demerit system starts. For swearing today your punishment is an early bed time and no dinner.”

She dropped an armful of clothes onto Dani’s bed.

“Right get changed, now!”

The boys inspected the latest implement of torture. They held up pink baby doll nighties. They looked at the matron who nodded. Silently they stripped down to their knickers.

“Those too.”

They slid the knickers down their legs and picked up the pink ruffled knickers that came with the baby dolls. They looked like something you would see a two year old wearing.

Probably why these things were called baby dolls, Andrea thought. Reluctantly they stepped into the mass of frills.

“Right girls, put your dirty clothes in the washing basket outside your room. They will be collected later and washed. I will bring you fresh clothes in the morning. By the way, you will spend one day a week in the laundry. You need to learn how to take care of your pretty clothes now don’t you?”

She looked at them in turn.

“Yes matron.”

They said in unison.

“Good, now to bed with you, and let your empty stomachs remind you how to behave. You will not be treated this lightly from now on. Anymore swearing and you will be up on stage with your knickers at half mast while I cane you.”

She smirked.

“I’m looking forward to that. I will be watching and listening. From now on you must look after each other and correct any boyish behavior. Now say goodnight to each other girls.”

“Goodnight Dani.”

“Goodnight Andrea.”

Then together.

“Goodnight matron.”

“Oh by the way, the security system has been set. You are not allowed to leave this room until morning. If you try you will be shocked. Sweet dreams girls.”

The boys just lay in their beds. They had run out of options. There was no way out. No way of staying as boys. Their future was feminine.