Auntie Devilla (Devilla Roche and ChrisGabriel)

Claps her hands...
"Very good my dear. It is now time to take you to school."

I put on my black dress...

...and then reload my own makeup...

Speaks to Chrissy...
"Luckily, there is a hallway that leads to the school. We'll get in the golf cart."

As I unlock the very heavy wooden door, there is a golf cart...I help Chrissy in and we dart off down the hall....it is well lit, but many sissies, when they first come through here think it is a hall that leads to a morgue or something like that....finally, after about a half a mile or so we arrive at another wooden door...I park the car and help Chrissy out and then unlock the second door....once inside, there is another door...this one wood frame, with glass and above it says, "Welcome to The Lace Academy."

Slowly we walk, down a hall and there are classroom doors...."B101" "B102" "B103" and so forth...finally, at the end of the hall is a door that says, "Ms. Mildred Bircher, Head Mistress"

I knock and a deep voice says....
"Come in, come in."

Ms. Bircher and I embrace....

Ms. Bircher: "Oh Devilla, are you teaching today?"
Devilla: "Not today, but here is that niece that I told you about."

Ms. Bircher takes a good look at Chrissy....
"Very nice. Newly minted I see."
Devilla: "Yes and in need of a lot of training. Can you take her through the program as we discussed?"
Ms. Bircher: "Yes, of course. Will I have total control with this one?"
Devilla: ~places her hand over her chest~ "Whatever do you mean?"
Ms. Bircher: ~not beating around the bush~ "Well this one is a relative. You might want me to go easy on her."
Devilla: "On the contrary. I want Chrissy here to be on a higher standard. Do what you need to do when you train her."
Ms. Bircher: "Then leave at once and leave the sissy gurl to me."

Devilla hesitates for a moment...looks at Chrissy then at Ms. Bircher....

Devilla: "Yes, of course."
Ms. Bircher: "And you can't teach any classes that she is in, understood?"
Devilla: "Yes, I - "
Ms. Bircher: "It is for the best and you know how well I train them, that is why you hired me in the first place, remember?"
Devilla: "Yes, of course."

Devilla: ~turns to Chrissy~ "You are in good hands my dear. Do well and make me proud." ~ kisses Chrissy on the cheek~

Devilla looks at Ms. Bircher and then leaves the office...with Ms. Bircher and Chrissy alone, the headmistress gives Chrissy a stoic look....

...and says, "Sit down my dear and lets talk."

Of course I try to get out of the situation. It seems like a rush, something quite surprising, and as I still have problems with the toys... But even begging and trying to get out of it because my now supposedly ruined makeup and rumpled clothes did not get my aunt to stop.

I grumble as I am made to sit on the golf car. Auntie Devilla had repaired her own makeup, and told me that mine was waterproof - or safe enough that all my work and her juices could not smear it too much. What is more, now I can only smell her, being intimately covered with her musk.

An uncomfortable drive later Ms. Bircher makes me want to curl up and back away, but the corset and the spear up my ass stops it, also, I am not that comfortable with stepping backwards in this getup. Hearing the two woman converse just makes my unease grow. I try to amuse myself with stealing glances at her cleavage, knowing well, that I should not stare at it in fear of getting caught. But really, she got no other interest to look at, for if I reach her face, I can only bit my lips to keep my amusement in at hers. I really try to hide my interest, even closing my eyes hard.

Finally, their conversation is over, and their stares reach me. With two teacher - one my aunt and another the headmistress to boot - I could only gulp, and tremble. Then my only alive family member deserts me too.

"I would rather stand." I reply my supposed new teacher. My voice is supposed to be strong, but it still sounds meek to me, but at least it is not a squeak... I have no inclination to sit on my ass-plug or to compress my corset-clinched body further.

Ms. Bircher looks up and fives her a look from her chair and then gets up slowly...she moves around her desk in a very calculating way and then moves behind Chrissy...the only thing between them is the chair....Ms. Bircher places her fingers on Chrissy's shoulder's and digs in and slowly pushes her downward...as she does she says....
"When the headmistress asks you to do something you do it."

Once Chrissy is fully in the chair, Ms. Bircher returns to hers, pushes her glasses up on her nose, then folds her hands and then speaks...
"You see, now we can see eye to eye. Chrissy, one golden rule around here is that when I tell you to do something, you do it. And, if you do not do what I say you will be punished. That goes for your instructors. If you do not do as they say, they have my permission to punish you in front of all the other students in the class. That can become very embarrassing. Now am I making myself clear on this issue my dear?"

Trying to endure the pushing, I can feel her find some nerves and keep doing it. With a whine of pain and waning willpower, I gingerly sat down, grunting only a little when my weight presses on the dildo up my ass. Also, she lets up, so no more pain from my shoulders... And I find out that having a dildo up my ass and my cock trapped does not hurt that bad at all.

Of course I need to massage my shoulders now. Hearing the headmistress rule, I could only nod, and sigh, it can't be a normal school after all. "I understand, Ms. Bircher. Maybe I would be better off going to another school..." I try to get out of this increasingly surreal, and possibly very embarrassing situation.

I even start to see myself as a runaway, loosing the toys but still in feminine clothes, trying to find some means to live... And it makes me shudder. I will be better off with my Aunt, even if she wants me to go to her school.

"Nonsense, we'll not have you at another school and I certainly do not want to hear any more talk like that," Ms. Bircher says in a very demanding tone....

Ms. Bircher goes behind her desk again and takes a seat....

"Now Chrissy, your Aunt Devilla has made me aware of your predicament. I know that you are a young man, and that is a problem should it become known by anybody. Of course, your Aunt has done an excellent job, but it is not enough and that is why you are here. Your first week will be with me. Under my tutelage I will make sure that you are as feminine as you can be. Your role is to do everything that I say. If you don't, well, then you will fail your Aunt Devilla. She really can't have you be schooled elsewhere. I'm sure she's told you that the nearest school is about 50 miles from here and her other choice is to turn you over to the State. Of course she does not want to do this so it is up to you to do your best here at The Lace Academy."

Ms. Bircher pushes her glasses up on her nose....
"Now, you will be on a strict diet. I will get you to lose about 20 pounds. You will not think of yourself as a man, but as a woman. You will think about how wonderful it can be to be female. And, you will think about men differently. Men are attractive. You exist to please men. From this point forward you like men."

Ms. Bircher pulls up a picture from her desk drawer...


"Now my dear who do you aspire to model in this photo, the black man or the blonde woman with the big tits?"

"Ugh!" I can only stare, my wide open eyes easily telling that either I am not accustomed to see something this blatant, - which is the truth -, or that I am finding it arousing... which is a truth also. The tightness of the cock-cage helps me return to the question.

Of course it also makes me ponder her words and think about being in the hands of the state, I just remember that I read about the state policy of pushing virile young men into joining the military, and I shudder at the thought. Somewhat distressing, that my first thought is not staying away because I don't want to be a soldier, but that I will be branded as a sissy... Not that I liked men at all, but... It seemed that Aunt Devilla's make over left me with more options that I - or any others I knew before - comfortable with.

Of course this makes my thoughts circle back to the situation I find myself, and I can only gulp loudly and lick my lips before I reply with a squeak. "Both?" for I know that any other answer would be more bad for me... Or so I think.

"Wrong. Put out your hands."

She puts out her hands....

"Keep them there, palms facing up."

Ms. Bircher removes a wood ruler from the desk drawer...

...AND HITS HER RIGHT HAND....

**SLAP**
**SLAP**
**SLAP**

...AND THEN HER LEFT HAND....

**SLAP**
**SLAP**
**SLAP**
...and shows her the picture again....



"I'll ask again, who do you aspire to model in this photo, the black man or the blonde woman with the big tits?"

Cringing at her anger I can only do what she orders me to. The ruler hurts, but at lest it is not my nails being hit... "Ow! OW! oWW!" I pull back my stinging palms, even my fingers throbbing. After the two times three punishment, it takes me some time to look at the picture again. My feelings are unchanged, I want those boobs in my hands, would feel just like hers if I can get my hands on them... And yes, I know I have a pair of smaller ones adorning my front now, so maybe I can get my hands on non-living tits too, but really, all my own cock wants is to be stretching and resting in a velvety mouth, surrounded by cock sucking lips... like hers...

So I feel some defiance coming up. "If I must choose... Then the black man of course!" I growl out, then trying to imitate a bad accent I say to her "Sukk my dikk, beeach!" Of course I know some harsher punishment would come... But I just feel fed up with they making me change not only my outlook and figure, but now my thinking too. I just miss the subtle difference of having to play along and to have to really change... After all, they are supposedly no males in the school, so I won't have to really do it to anyone... Right?

Ms. Bircher gives Chrissy a look...oh it's not like she hasn't dealt with someone like her before...on the contrary, she has, many times...so with a great deal of calmness she pulls out of one of the drawers a thick leather strap, some pointy wood screws, and an electric screw gun....Ms. Bircher rises, yet says nothing and walks on over to Chrissy...then in a swift move, she pushes Chrissy's head onto her desk, places the strap around her neck and screws the ends to the desk....

***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN...
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN....
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN...
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN....

In a very syrupy tone, with an evil lilt Ms. Bircher holds to screw gun in her hand and says...
"Oh Chrissy, this is only the beginning. The things that I can and will do to you and ironically will have no trouble sleeping at night."

She places the photo about eight inches from Chrissy's face...



"Now, you aspire to be the blonde bimbo sucking cock, don't you?"

I shriek, but she is just too fast when she finally moves on me. Before that I was frozen on my chair because my bold words and the things she got out. I keep shrieking, but I cant move my head, even when I use my hands to push against the table. My voice only gets weaker because the strap... and the shrieking hurting my throat.

Finally I just whine, and close my eyes when presented with the picture again. "Noo!" it sounds a pathetic wail, for I know I already lost, but this much defiance I can scrape together. My body slackens, only the accessories keeping me from sliding down between the table and the chair.... But a corset, a dildo up my ass, a cock-cage, and a strap on my neck affixed to the table holds me up like no spine or muscles would.

I am not sobbing, I keep my tears in, for I am a man, not a girl...

"All right, I see that you are going to be difficult about this, that's okay," Ms. Bircher says in her nonchalant way as if she doesn't care, "That is why you are here for your training."

More straps and screws come out of the drawer...again, with some swiftness she slams Chrissy's right hand onto her desk, places the strap around her wrist and screws the ends of the strap to the desk....

***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN...
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN....
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN...
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN....

Same with the left...

***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN...
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN....
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN...
***WUZZZ***
SCREW IN....

Oh that drilling noise....

Ms. Bircher sits behind the desk and gets on the intercom....
"Send Nurse Brady in with both shots."

Ms. Bircher addresses Chrissy again....
"That's right, not all punishments need to be a slap on the hand with a ruler."

A moment later Nurse Brady walks in...


Again Ms. Bircher....
"I'll give you a choice. In Nurse Brady's hand are two shots. In her right hand is a hormone shot. It will displace some of your male hormones and you will start to grow some real female breasts. It is reversible, but with more resistance and you'll receive more shots."

With an evil smile....
"In Nurse Brady's hand is what I like to call the eraser. Why? Because once she pierces your skin and depresses the plunger on the hypodermic needle in a matter of minutes you won't even know how to say the alphabet let alone know who you are. So what's it going to be, some silly female hormones or the eraser?"

Gulping I start to tremble. "You.. you can't! ... You must be bluffing!" I say bravely, for I want neither... Forgetting who I am sounds good, but I won't trade my past for not remembering loosing my parents. I would rather remember all the good things too. Of course, in forgetting who I was, they would be able to make me whatever they want. But would it still be me? Not in my mind, and not fully my body either. Would it be that bad?

The female boobs I already have, getting a shot that makes me grow my own... well, it is reversible, they say, also something that sounds like it is the usual punishment here... I start laughing. Or more like a manly giggle. "You two seems to be punished enough with that hormone!" I snort, unable to stop my stress of the last week releasing in merriment.

"You know what? I already have fake boobs, so shoot me with that one! Maybe it would help me be more of a sissy you seem to want to do none the less... I have no say in that, have I?" then I stop laughing and start crying. "Silly females!" but I hope that it at least would help me get rid of the trapped erection I have ... even this nurse has boobs to make a teenaged male like me have a boner.

"All right then."

Ms. Bircher gives Nurse Brady a look...and with that, Nurse Brady pulls up Chrissy short skirt and frilly panties and injects her with the hormone shot....

Oh but what our fair sissy maiden Chrissy doesn't know...that shot will do more than create two small bumps...over the course of the week, she will have Double D's - nice and round and real!

Ms. Bircher points at Nurse Brady...
"You see Nurse Brady. Blonde. Big tits. A veritable bimbo who can suck cock like no other sissy can. This is what you want to aspire to."

Ms. Bircher pulls up Nurse Brady's uniform from the bottom and there is a huge, long bump in her panties....

"Nurse Brady, I think Chrissy needs what you've got. Why don't you slip it inside her sissy pussy."

Smiling, not saying a word, Nurse Brady removes her panties, and with her medical gloved hand removes the plug in Chrissy's ass and without hesitation, plunges her thick thirteen inch cock right into Chrissy's rosebud.....

I maybe blush when she lifts my skirt, maybe not, but I surely feel the needle and the injection stinging my left ass-cheek. I don't even move as Ms. Bircher starts her lecture... Well, until she presents me the Nurse's cock! "Holly shit!" I exclaim, and try to squirm away from her. But collared and cuffed to the table there is no real space to move.

but at least she... he?... removes the cursed butt-plug. Just before spearing me with a bigger one! It is very much alive, and stretches my ass more than I thought possible!

"AIEEE!"

I can feel it sliding inside, stretching, filling, then pushing against my insides... and it is like the nurse fucks through my body, into my cock, for I feel my own member straining and pressing against the cock-cage.

Ms. Bircher smiles as Chrissy gets full sodomized by Nurse Brady....

The she holds up the picture...


"Now one last time shall we. You aspire to be the blonde bimbo sucking cock, don't you?"

"Yes! YES!! ... What other choice I have!?" trapped and raped I shouted, not even really looking at the picture. I felt... broken, ashamed, and clearly weakened in both mind and body... almost feeling like a girl!

This made me cry, the long kept tears falling freely, sobbing, now unerringly knowing my near future...

At least, they would want me to keep up the charade, to become like the Nurse, and as I suspected Ms. Bitch too. I was only sure about my aunt, for that was a pussy I could still remember kissing and licking. This memory helped me through the present ordeal.

Ms. Bircher hears the words that she wants to hear and a sign that Christopher can be broken and truly become Chrissy...so she signals to Nurse Brady to stop...without a word Nurse Brady withdraws her huge cock from Chrissy's ass and replaces it with her anal plug...

Ms. Bircher bends down and places her face next to Chrissy's....
"Now my dear, it is understandable that your upset, what with a stranger like me making you admit to things against your will. But, you're going to find that in order to stay away from any pain, away from being sodomized, and from other things that I can do to you, well, you are going to have to cooperate with me and allow me to train you. Otherwise, things can get, um, well lets face it life at school can become intolerable for you."

Ms. Bircher stands up....
"And I can have a lot of fun making others miserable because that is what I'm paid to do. ~smiles~ Now my dear, am I going to keep you strapped to that desk, and make my life difficult or can we move on and make Ms. Bircher's life a little easier?"

As the big boobed sissy nurse withdraw, my body sagged. I felt empty for the first time in the last hour or two, and it was good, I almost stopped crying. But then the dildo was replaced, and I cried out a "Noo!". Feeling plugged up again left me squirming and sobbing, but at least I succeeded in gulping back my tears.

Of course there was only one answer to the headmistress' words. "Yes, Ms Bircher..." Of course then I went through the whole question again in my mind, realizing that I just gave a half answer, almost sounding like I dared her to keep punishing me, so I tried to curl up... but at lest flexed my muscles. I was thinking about elaborating, but the woman already started acting... I just prayed it would be to free my hands and neck from the table.

Ms. Bircher now pulls out a wide wooden paddle and in a very calculation way takes it and holds it at her side as if she is going to do nothing, but when she is behind Chrissy she gives the new sissy one big ~SMACK~ on her ass....

"Yes, Ms. Bircher I will make your life easier" or "Yes Ms. Bircher keep me strapped to this desk and make your life harder." Complete sentences at school, complete sentences. Try again."

"Ouch! And hey, mind the toy, please!" I cried out, more about the shock and to let out the last defiance from my system. "Of course it is to make your life easier, Ms. Bich-er! Please, let me go, and tell me what to do, Ms. Bich-er..." I just hoped she would not say anything about my 'accent'...

Maybe I was more invested in my past and personality than I thought, but hopefully even this school would be not hell more than any other previously... And hey, I would know some things about being female I never wanted! Sure, finding any use after I was back to my masculinity was not that easy... Maybe I will become a movie-star? Or a cross-dressing politican? For now, I had enough of their abuse, and wanted to lay down and rest... Hopefully without wearing the torture devices.

And I was definitely in need of a bathroom and a little freedom on both ends. Then I wanted to eat and drink something... Oh, the dreams of youth...

Ms. Bircher takes the paddle and sticks it into Chrissy's cheek - not too hard - and says, "You need to get my name correct. It is Ms. Bir-cher not Bich-er. Something else that you will need practice with."

Ms. Bircher removes all the screws, then pulls off the straps and sets them aside on the desk....then she faces Chrissy and helps stratighten her out....she pulls at her top, then at her short skirt, checks her chastity device...then she grabs some make-up from a draw in the desk and freshens the girl up...

"Now why don't we get out of my office and take a walk to one of the classrooms. I think you still need some one on one instruction and then, well maybe tomorrow you'll begin your first day of classes. Follow me my dear and remember, don't try anything stupid. There is no real way to escape from this school. And you certainly don't want to deal with the consequences. Follow me."

Ms. Bircher goes opens the door to her office and exit, with Chrissy in tow.....they make their way to this classroom....

"Take a seat Chrissy, and make it somewhere up in the front."

Not wanting to cause Ms. Bitch-err to make my life harder, I followed like a good little minion. Of course I was now even more distracted by my paddled and fucked ass, next to still being impaled and imprisoned. So, maybe seeing a normal looking classroom made me more surprised than I have to be.

"Wow! A real classroom! Are here any normal girls at all, or just us?" I let my thoughts run away with my mouth again, so at least I hurried my steps - almost walking at my normal speed - and took the seat next to the window at the second row. It was close enough for me to say it was up in the front.

"Don't think that that is a real window my dear, it is not, there is no escape from here. Remember, we are still on the basement level. Actually, you are in the level under the basement."

Somewhat annoyed....
"Out of all the seats and you take this one, hmm, very interesting."

Ms. Bircher turns around, her ass quite perfect in her tight skirt....then she grabs a piece of chalk and writes the following from top to bottom.....

B-ig tits are what I want
I- need more make-up
M-y thoughts are always on cock
B-e stupid and dumb
O-h just look at my nails

The she turns around, her hands folded in front of her....
"I had a hard time with you before. And the idea of being a bimbo does not go away. Now, you have admitted wanting to become a bimbo, but I want you to understand what that means. Now I want you to read what I have written on the board. And, I want you to read it with some passion. I want to hear you say it like you mean it."

I thought I could finally rest, when I sat gingerly down on the chair. But no, not really comfortable sitting still, even more uncomfortable if I squirmed... I could have cried if I still not cling to the notion that I was a man.

More so, it seemed that this was time for first class, and that my humiliations was not finished. Okay, what my auntie made me do was still the smaller wrong, this was just ... AURGH! I wanted to tear out my hair, and only feeling the hard work of my strict but loving aunt stopped me. After all, I loved her enough to try to fit in her school...

"But... I thought that my classes would be upstairs, in an all girls school?" I asked, before she finished writing on the table. "Why this chair is so interesting? What about the others?"

Okay, I was just smiling and trying to look very studious when she looked back. I was even acted like I was following what she wrote...

Of course, I would still sigh, but then read it out loudly to her, even trying to be convincing.

"Big tits are what I want!" - and really, I wanted to touch, to feel, to stroke and to play with tits big like hers, the nurse's, and even my aunts, even thinking about big tits was making me grit my teeth because my cock was straining against its cage! Added to it that I literally could feel my own temporary pair, I surely give all behind this sentence.

"I need more make up!" This was a lie, but well, I could lay back and let others pamper me... Maybe I would even learn to do makeup for theatrics, so, I could put behind some conviction too. After all, I needed more kinds of make-up, and if I really had to, then I would want a full course of skin-care and makeup, even prosthetic, like in spy movies. So, I really wanted more makeup!

"My thoughts are always on cock..." having a dildo like ass-plug and my own cock in cage let me say the truth, even if my mind was more on boobs and maybe even pussies than cocks. I was not, and won't be a queer! But if all big boobed girls around here had dicks, then it was a growing fear, to find them with cocks, no pussy at all! So, I know I had a grimace.

"Be stupid and dumb!" Hey, this was okay, so I made the grimace into a grin, of course I wanted her to be stupid and dumb! I would gladly repeat it like a course for Ms. Bircher any time!

"Oh, just look at my nails!" and I had a good look for the first time, really. I could not remember if there was anything made with them. So, I think this was again something I was fully able to stand behind.

Ms. Bircher takes a seat on her desk...listens to Chrissy and smiles...


"Well that was vey good my dear. We may make a bimbo out of you yet. Now let me go over your schedule of classes with you."

Ms. Bircher picks up a clipboard and pushes up the glasses onto the bridge of her nose....

"First period is Makeup 101 in room 301 with Ms. Cockburn. She will teach you everything about make up and how to apply it to your face and body. You'll like her class a lot. ~pauses~ Then there is period two with Ms. Waters. She will teach you about posture, poise and deportment and also get into good etiquette and behavior becoming of a lady. That's in room 202. ~pauses~ Period three with Ms. Charlotte I n room 103. A maid's class. She will teach you all about serving someone from setting the table, to how to handle a duster. She's fantastic. ~pauses~ Then you will have lunch on the first floor for period three followed by sex education here on this level, room 5 with Ms. Cox for period number five. ~pauses~ Period six, your last class will be bimbo philosophy with Ms. Von Teese in room 307."

Ms. Bircher gets up and hands Chrissy the schedule....

"Don't worry, you can't leave the school when you go upstairs. All outside windows and doors are locked and we have fantastic security at the school. At the end of the day, you will return to my office here on this level where your Auntie Devilla will pick you up and take you back home with her. Now Any questions about your classes before I let you go?"