This is the longest story I have written so far. There is some dark stuff involving forced sex change and prostitution in the Matron's back story.
Thanks to Annabel for editing.

The old wind-up alarm clock woke the girls at an unfamiliar 7am. Dani arose first and made his way to the bathroom. He hiked up his babydoll, then realised it was too short to get in the way. He looked down at the sea of pink froth that was his underwear. He felt sick.

He tinkled into the toilet, thinking how much he missed standing to pee. He took some toilet paper and dabbed around the opening in his cage.

Matron had told them they should do this. She had told them she would carry out snap knicker inspections, and woe betide any girl with soggy knickers. She told them all girls wiped after peeing anyway.

Dani stood in the shower for a few minutes to wake up. Then he washed his hair with the sweet flowery shampoo. He dried himself and finished his ablutions, redressed and woke Andrea.

After Andrea had finished they sat on their beds and waited. Just after 8am the door opened. The matron arrived carrying an armful of clothes.

“Well girls, you’re in luck. We are changing to the winter uniform and have had a new delivery.”

She laid out four yellow tartan skirts, six white blouses, six packets of black tights, two packets of day-of -the-week knickers in pastel colours and what looked like six white bras.

“You are responsible for keeping your clothes neat and tidy. You can hand-wash all your underwear and hang it to dry in the bathroom. Now get dressed and be downstairs at 8.45.”

They silently put the clothes away and started to dress. Andrea looked at the knickers. It was Wednesday. The Wednesday knickers were baby blue, with half an inch of lace round all the openings. He sighed and pulled them on. He was trying to put the tights on like he would socks.

Dani, who was fully dressed and was brushing his hair, saw Andrea struggle.

“You have to roll each leg into a doughnut. Here, let me help.”

Andrea looked down at Dani,:how did he know these things? Perhaps he didn’t know him as well as he thought.

Dani helped Andrea into what he called a training bra. Andrea had trouble with the reversed buttons of the blouse. They both put on their ballet flats and headed downstairs.

The matron was waiting.

“Good, I can see you both worked out how to wear your new clothes. Follow me.”

They walked through the large doorway onto the road that ran along the side of the large building. A slight breeze blew up under Andrea’s skirt. The tights seemed to make his legs even colder than he remembered shorts would.

“Right, you two. We operate a buddy system here. You can talk to each other when permitted, but don’t get into conversations with the other girls. You can be polite, but we can’t have all you girls asking about each other’s boy past lives, can we now?”

They entered the main hall of the school building. Dani stared at the sight before him. There were many girls dressed as they were, with pretty faces and long hair. There were other girls dressed in a much more grown-up fashion. It reminded him of the girls that went to the local college. Miniskirts, maxi skirts, dresses; not a single pair of trousers here, though.

One girl was dressed as a goth, in a black leather miniskirt and fishnets. Dani could not believe how pretty they all were. He felt the pressure build in his cage again. He saw another young woman rush by in a maid’s uniform, tottering on her high heels.

“Hurry up Suzy, don’t want to be late for class again.”

The maid looking flustered quickly curtsied.

“Sorry matron.”

Then she rushed off, carefully avoiding the seeming chaos around her.

“Ok girls, room 17. Health and beauty. I can see you are envious of all the pretty girls around you. By lunch time you will both fit right in. No more boys in dresses.”

They saw the sign on the wall in front of a corridor that read “Rooms 11-20.” The door of room 17 was open so they walked in without having to knock.

They both stood stunned. The place looked like a large beauty salon. There were girls in various states of dress. Some were having their nails painted, several were under hair driers, one was having what Dani recognised as a bikini wax.

A tall middle-aged woman with striking red hair saw them and approached.

“Matron told me about you, the new girls. I’m Miss Winters. Don’t worry, we’ll soon have you fixed up so you’ll fit right in. Some of my girls have been with me for months; they could work in any beauty salon in the country. “

He glanced about and fixed on two girls wearing what looked like nylon tunics. Both were wearing black skirts and low heels.

“Marcia, Petra, I have some customers for you. I will be grading you on your performance, so don’t let me down. I want hair extensions, full makeovers and a mani-pedi. You have four hours.”

“May we use some of the other girls to help?”

“Yes Petra. Remember, Matron will be checking the results, so chop chop!”

Andrea thought they must have been Mark and Peter a few months back. Are we going to look that good? Both girls had flawless makeup and legs that were starting to turn him on. He could not get over the fact that everyone in this room full of sweet-smelling beauties were young men.

After nearly four hours of what felt like gentle torture, Miss Winters came across to them carrying large pink shoulder bags.

“Well, didn’t you turn out just beautiful. Good work girls, some of your best.”

Dani was aching to know what he looked like, but the chairs were turned away from the wall mirrors.

“Before the big reveal I have a gift for you both. In these bags are your personal care and makeup kits. There are lady razors to help you to stay smooth, although the hormones will soon put a stop to most of your body hair growth. Also, there is basic makeup, cleansing cream and shampoo. You must do your best to appear beautiful every day. From tomorrow we will start teaching you all you need to know.”

She spun both of their chairs around.

Dani was in shock. He looked like his older sister would if she had been a beauty queen. His hair was long and blonde, his lined eyes looked wide and sexy, his lips were - he hated to think it - what he called perfect cock-sucking lips.

Andrea was in a similar state of shock. It was like he wasn’t looking at himself, but some version of a teenage wet-dream. This couldn’t be him. The mouth in the mirror opened and shut with his. It was like an out-of-body experience.

He looked across at Dani. If he was an eight, then Dani was a ten! He felt pain in his groin. He was lusting after his best friend!

They got out of the chairs. Dani put his hand down to steady himself and looked at his manicured hand with its perfect pink nail polish.

Matron arrived to collect them.

“Well, look at you two! I knew you’d turn out well. Miss Winters, I will be rewarding the girls who did this work in assembly. Well done.”

“This will be your first lesson every day. You have lunch now, then room 11 for ballet.”

The boys looked at her like a pair of rabbits caught in headlights.

“Don’t look so scared. What you learn here is what most girls learn growing up. There are very few lessons here that involve books. Most are to learn female skills. You will be doing cooking, dressmaking, and laundry, amongst other things. Standard skills for most women. Ballet will help you learn grace and feminine movement. Follow me.”

They followed matron down another corridor until they reached a door marked Pupils’ Dining Room. Opposite, another door was marked Teachers’s Dining Room. Waiting outside was a distinguished looking man in his early fifties.

“Matron, what a pleasure it is to see you again”

“Sir Richard, if I’d known you were coming, I would have laid on a special welcome.”

“Just an informal visit to a friend, that’s all, my dear.”

“How kind! Please join me for lunch. You girls, trot along and meet me here in forty-five minutes.”

Andrea and Dani walked into the dining room and collected trays and shuffled along behind the other girls. It was just like school, except they knew the young dinner ladies in pink tabards had cocks held tight in cages in their knickers.

They ate in virtual silence, stealing glimpses at each other, both trying to come to terms that they were being turned on by their best friend.

In the teachers’ dining room Sir Richard pulled out a chair for the matron.

“Thank you, Sir Richard, always the gentleman.”

“Any time for a lady like you, Mary. If these new laws work out, and your work is recognised, Lady may well become your title.”

The matron flushed. She did not dislike men, even though her job was to turn young thugs into nice young women. She liked men to have manners, style and understanding. Sir Richard had that. He was a perfect gentleman and an outrageous pervert. He owned the buildings the academy were using.

They had met at one of Mildred Watkins’s S&M parties. Sir Richard had been in a leather slave pouch and not much else. Mary had given him a good thrashing. Subsequent meetings involved many other kinks. Mary knew he had both dominant and submissive tendencies. He only really showed his dominant side to sissies, crossdressers and shemales. This was one of the reasons he liked to visit. The sight of all those feminized young men got his heart racing.

“Any more thoughts on the pupils’ marriage option, Mary?”

Matron knew what he was angling for. He would love to marry one of his young ladies. He would have his fantasies on tap and could indulge whenever he wanted. Mildred and Mary had toyed with the idea. Auctioning off some of the best-looking girls to wealthy perverts would make them both extremely rich. They needed to be able to convince the girl to agree to marry the winning bidder. Mildred had said that she knew someone who used to work for the KGB, who could set up brain-washing and cerebral implantation techniques. It all seemed rather farfetched to her.

“Did you have your eye on anyone then? I saw you looking.”

“Well, that blonde filly you were with, she made me think sinful thoughts.”

“She is too new, she is only days into training.”

“When she’s fully cooked let me know. I would pay a million to own something like that.”

Mary thought she would talk to Mildred that afternoon. If Sir Richard would pay a million, they were sitting on a goldmine.

Mary worshipped Mildred. It had started when Mary had asked her husband to attend a hospital appointment to find out why she had not conceived. Mary had been tested, so the only problem must be with Peter. Peter got violent and had hit her. Later she bought up the subject of donor sperm. This caused another violent argument which resulted in a broken nose and two black eyes.

Peter had stormed out, saying “You barren bitch, if you think I’m raising some other man’s sprog, you are fucking mad.”

Mary met Mildred when she had been taken to hospital after a minor fall.

Mildred had asked her about her injuries. Mary told her that she had fallen down the stairs, but Mildred knew the look. She knew men and women and what they were capable of. She arranged to meet Mary about some consultation work after hours.

They met at Mildred’s London flat, and Mary broke down, telling her of the death threats and the daily beatings Peter was giving her. Mildred saw the bruises and was sickened. She considered herself a professional dominatrix amongst other things. She did inflict pain and did mark her willing victims, but this was only going to end up in Mary’s death. She felt cold fury that this filth could be doing this to a gentle harmless woman.

Mildred looked in Mary’s eyes and said “Just say the word and it will all be better.”

The look on Mildred’s face scared Mary.

“What? I don’t want him killed!”

“He’s killing you! But I can just make him go away, he won’t be killed.”

“Yes, please save me.”

Mildred told Mary to stay with her that night, and when she returned home the next day Peter was missing.

His company and friends had called over the following weeks, but no one had seen him, and he was listed as a missing person. Mildred stayed in touch and got closer to Mary over the following months. One night after too many bottles of wine they slept together. In the morning Mary felt guilty, but thrilled.

She had asked about Peter, but all she got from Mildred was that she would meet him, just not yet.

Mildred gradually introduced Mary to the S&M scene. Mary grew to realise she enjoyed having power over others’ bodies. She would have soaking wet knickers after giving a sub a good beating, and demand Mildred tongue her to an orgasm.

Almost a year and a half after Peter’s disappearance, Mildred told her to meet her at her flat. They were going to visit Peter. In the car on the way, her stomach was in knots. Even though Mildred had told her they were in no danger, and even though she had become a stronger person since meeting Mildred, she was still scared of Peter. It made her angry that the thought of Peter made her weak again.

They arrived at a grubby block of East End flats. Mildred told her chauffeur to wait with the car as they went upstairs. Mildred put on a decorative mask and gave one to Mary.

“We don’t want him to recognise you. Well, not straight away anyway.”

They knocked on the door and were ushered in by a dangerous looking Eastern European man. Through the door they saw an overweight square-shaped woman with huge pendulous breasts, kneeling on the floor. She was wearing a cheap leopard-print coat with a leather miniskirt that had ridden up to show her lace thong that disappeared between her spotty buttocks.

Standing over her was a large black man. He was well over six feet tall and built like a professional boxer. He held a syringe in his right hand and glared down at the woman.

“Why should I give you this, bitch, you’re barely earning your keep!”

“Please daddy, please. I’ll be good. I just need my fix then I’ll go earn you plenty.”

The man looked at Mildred, Mildred nodded.

“OK then bitch, show me your best blowjob. Then you get your fix.”

The woman fumbled with his fly and the huge eight-inch penis flopped into her face. She sucked and licked it like her life depended on pleasing it. Perhaps it did, thought Mary.

The man started to brutally fuck her face. The woman was choking. Mary stepped closer to stop the man from hurting her. As she got closer she had a good look at the woman’s face. It was Peter! The face was feminine and worn, but it was Peter.

The fury built within her. Peter had treated her like this in the past. She got in close and enjoyed the pain she saw on his face as he fought to breathe.

She heard the man groan as he released down Peter’s throat. He pulled out smearing the remaining seed around Peter’s face.

“Clean yourself up, bitch, you’ve got work to do.”

“My fix, you promised, Marcus.”

Mary whispered in Marcus’s ear.”

“Yeah sure, £20.”

Mary gave him £20 from her handbag and went over to a dirty worn armchair. She sat down and eased her knickers down her legs.

Marcus dragged Peter to the chair and said “You do a good job licking that pussy. When she comes, you get your fix.”

Peter put his hands with their chipped nail polish on Mary’s knees and slowly pushed them apart. He nibbled, licked and sucked. Mary knew he had done this before. It was just that he had never done it to her before.

The sense of power she felt was building up to a powerful orgasm, looking at the man who had made her life a misery, kneeling before her eating her pussy. He was a helpless feminised whore, a slave to heroin. This was much better than killing him.

She climaxed like she had never climaxed before. Her juices squirted into Peter’s eyes. He screamed and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. As he looked up at Mary, she took off her mask.

“Well, hello Peter, how have you been?”

Peter screamed. The look on his face would stay with Mary for the rest of her life. As Marcus injected the heroin the scream died.

Mildred looked down at Peter and kicked him in the ribs. He looked up with blurry eyes.

“You got off lightly. You are officially dead. Peter no longer exists If you come near Mary again you will find there are worse things in life than this.”

“Like, like wh.. what?”

“How about being a blind deaf paraplegic? Locked in your own brain, unable to tell anyone of your pain. Waiting an eternity to die?”

“Nooo, noo, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”

Mary saw the big bad monster was now a broken thing, not a broken man. He certainly wasn’t that now.

They returned to Mildred’s flat and made urgent, but gentle love.

Matron would do anything to please Mildred. That is why she had ben put in charge of the big experiment. Sir Richard being willing to pay a million could open the venture up to a whole new level.

They already take all the wages from the maids, nannies, beauticians and other workers they had sent out for the last three years. This had helped fund the programme.

Selling girls off as wives would make the money they took in wages look like chicken feed. They could expand, and cream of a percentage for themselves. Any prison reform that made a profit would be welcomed by the government and the public.

As they parted, Sir Richard kissed her hand. She smiled at him.

“I may be able to help with the blonde, if you are serious about the money.”

“Deadly serious my dear. Goddess spank me down if I lie.”

He winked at her and strode off down the corridor.

Outside the dining room, the matron looked at Dani with renewed interest.