A Sissy in the 22nd Century Pt. 01

"I... am the current Madame Stanfield. This was my mother's school before me and my grandmother's before her. I was not given this position though, I earned it... by the sweat of my brow and the proof of my steel."

The woman who spoke stood above them, at the top of a wide marble staircase. The click of her heels as she paced from one side of this to the other, punctuated every word. Jesse stood down below, lined up with what he presumed were the rest of his new classmates. He hadn't had a moment to talk or even catch the eye of anyone. This intimidating woman had marched out at the dot of nine and simply begun talking. Silence and attention were not given question.

"My mother took this institution from her parent when she saw it becoming lax... and I did the same in my time. Our family name is not just one of blood relation, but of mastering our art. If a single pupil under my tutelage goes on to shame herself; She shames that name, this school and all that legacy. That has never happened, nor will it while I still yet draw breath... You have been warned."

She wore tight, black trousers and a similarly fashioned halter top, cropped just below her impressive breasts. A simple, unsympathetic style that spoke volumes as to how much of the room she managed to occupy with neither frivolities or props. Her pulled-back hair was also black and two perfectly symmetrical eyebrows gave the impression that they could crush anyone with half a frown. This was not someone who ever needed to demand respect.

She descended now, and walked amongst them. Looking each new pupil up and down. Lifting up a chin or straightening a spine wherever she wished to.

"Make no mistake... You are all here because nothing makes you feel more alive and content than giving others what they want. Nothing fulfils you more than debasing yourselves for the pleasure of your betters. You are not just mere fucktoys, always seeking the next limit of debauchery to push yourself past. They are nothing but the pathetic, self-centred shadows of the perfection that you all have the potential to become."

She had stopped right in front of Jesse at this line, speaking it directly into the back of his skull. She paused to watch the self-doubt creep in behind those words and his eyes soon run for the floor. A smirk was all that she offered in reply... but he got the sense it was not a cruel one. The woman walked on without comment.

"At the end of your time here some of you might be sold off to corporate hotels or casinos. You might be provided to high-class, suburban estates. Some of you already might have a sponsor lined up who has intentionally placed you in our hands... But you are all going to become someone's idea of perfect. You are going to be the one they come home to after a long, hard day and are going to be the place where they can take out all their frustrations. You are going to be a comfort to everyone you serve, every day of your lives. You are going to ease their burdens and soothe their souls. There is great beauty in that... and great beauty to be found in each of you."

She had returned to the front now, and addressed them all at once. Brow creasing in stern severity. One hand on hip and one finger pointing in emphasis and undisguised threat.

"However... It is going to take a lot of long, hard work to get you to that point. To draw that beauty out of you. You might think our methods harsh, at times. You might have moments of selfish weakness where you wish you were chosen to be just some third class whore in a factory. But you must always remember that what we are trying to achieve here is perfection... and for that there can be no holding back the whip. You will all complete your courses here, of that I am certain. How painful the lessons are... is only down to you."

And with that she turned to leave... marching back up the steps without a single glance back. Several other presumed teachers stepped in to take command, who seemed like far lesser creatures in comparison. It was only when the Madame had reached the top and completely disappeared... that anyone in the room felt safe to breathe again.

Chapter 12: Those Who Near Perfection

"These are some of your seniors: Third year students who already spend much of their time apprenticed out to locations that suit their... specialisations."

The woman who was speaking now was much more akin to the kind of teacher Jesse recognised. Introducing herself as 'Ms Julian' she was wearing quite a loudly-coloured floral dress whose loose hem stopped halfway up her thighs. Her hair was brown and frizzy and she had a constant habit of tugging upon her own thick-rimmed glasses.

The girls she was speaking about, though... were a whole different species. There were four of them, and each was as different as the seasons. Yet what they all shared was a sense of pure, unrestrained sexuality:

The one who was nearest must only have been about 5 foot tall, yet she radiated a raw, fierce confidence. Half her hair had been shaved off, leaving only a punk-like shock of green. She wore a sheer, black gown which misted around her, but beneath that only a network of crisscrossed leather straps. These pulled her varying features into full display: breasts pushed forward, ball-less cock presented proudly and flowered pussy beneath, open for all the world to see.

Another was simply a souffle of frills. Layer upon layer of hooped skirts and petticoats, with smooth bare legs poking out beneath. Her bleached-white hair pulled to either side in elaborate, swirling pigtails. She fluttered an old-fashioned fan in front of her face, clearly a pointedly chosen affectation of fragility... however the smile she wore behind it had the look of a cruel child working out which butterfly to pull the wings off.

The third was tall. Tall and oh-so slender. She had short-cropped tomboy-ish hair, but wore a silky, floor-length navy-blue dress and matching, elbow-length gloves. A slit almost all the way up this garment revealed one immaculate, bare leg leading several miles down to an incredibly precarious-looking, needle-heeled shoe. Still struggling to balance on the comparably low and blocky heels of his new school shoes, Jesse couldn't even imagine how the graceful creature managed to walk in those. A conspicuous bulge in the front of that dress also making him reconsider all the 'she's his mind was inserting.

The last student was definitely a she, though. He knew this because she was wearing practically nothing at all. Dark, dark ebony skin seemed to almost shimmer with its own light, as if oiled and polished to perfection. Long, braided black hair poured down her back. Yet, what was most striking were the piercings: Her nose, lips and ears were all studded with several silver bars and hoops. Each of her nipples was similarly treated, as were the visible outer folds of her womanhood. Connecting all of these were delicate hanging chains, thin and gleaming. They wove their way around her in loose, concentric loops and seemed to sing a tinkling song with every slight movement she made.

All of them simply oozed confidence in who and what they were. Jesse felt himself drawn in like a moth to four flames and, glancing around, knew all the other newcomers felt the same. He felt himself biting a lip and almost salivating at the mere sight of them. Shuffling awkwardly in his silly, little skirt and too-tight top. He wanted to have them, touch them. Be them or be crushed beneath their heels. Was it really possible that that was what this place was going to make of him? Surely such beings were dropped from the heavens... not raised from the discarded crowds of the Homes. He could never be so perfect...

Chapter 13: A Badge of Submission

"These collars serve as your badge of enrolment at Stanfield's. They serve to allow you through our security gates and identify you as a student here to any and all. As the Madame stated: as soon as you are wearing one, you are representing all of us... and will behave as such."

The items in question were simple, black chokers, clasped in silver at the front. Jesse felt something of the finality in the click as his own was applied, pressing rather tightly against the small adam's apple the Algorithm's hormone treatments had deemed suitable to leave him with. He was more distracted by who had applied it though... The four seniors had taken on this duty, moving among their younger peers like blazing torches among sputtering candles. It was the short, green-haired one who had reached up from behind to snap it around his neck... Though she seemed to have paused for a moment to lift up the back of his skirt.

"Ma'am," She called out, calmly. "I think we have a uniform violation here..."

"And on this one!" Answered a considerably more gleeful voice from three steps down the line. Jesse recognised sugary-sweet tones that could only belong to the multi-frilled marvel.

Ms Julian bustled over, looking a little flustered at this disruption. Jesse felt his skirt being lifted up to reveal the white, lacy panties he was wearing. His face flushed bright red at such treatment.

"Ah... are those yours?" Asked the teacher, as if already expecting the answer.

Jesse felt compelled to offer nothing but the truth, so intimidated was he by all the eyes and attention. "Err... no. They're my roommates... She likes me to wear them..."

Again, the spectacled older woman did not seem surprised at all. Nor interested in making much of a scene out of this. "Staking her claim I suppose... Oh well..." With barely a flash of movement she suddenly seemed to have a pair of gleaming scissors in her hand. With one smooth cut she had sliced through the side of the offending article and removed them. Then stood back up to address the room at large.

"If any underwear was part of your official uniform, it would have been provided. No other garments may be worn without our permission! This will be your only warning."

Somewhere along the line there was an undignified squeal... The other offender was receiving similar treatment, but seemed to have been wearing a bra as well. Her breasts flopped out for all to see for a moment as the frilled menace held up quite an expensive-looking set of torn lingerie in triumph. "My Daddy bought me those!" squeaked the victim, clearly in some distress... but she cowed down quickly in sensing the mood of the room.

"As I was saying in regards to the collars..." Glowered Ms Julian, a little more sternly now. "Once you are wearing them: You are school property. You will follow our rules to the letter and recognise no other authority, be they friends, lovers, or the ones who paid for you to be here..." This last sentence she seemed to aim directly at the sniffling girl pulling her top back closed.

"You are now being seen as an investment... and the quality of the product which comes out at the other end relies entirely on your ability to obey. If this seems unreasonable to you... then it is best that you leave right now! The Algorithm will be able to find some more fitting place for you, I'm sure..."

The girl returned to her place in line, still sniffling a little. No one else moved a muscle.

Chapter 14: Collared and Kept Track of

"The collars also keep a record of all your vitals, checking for illness, injury etcetera... Should for any reason you be required to not attend school on a day, it will inform you. Tardiness at any other juncture will be punishable."

Ms Julian continued on with her lecture. Jesse was feeling distinctly exposed without the protective covering of his panties. Not only did his ridiculously-short skirt barely cover anything... but he felt like his only connection to home had gone too.

"Should you even be stolen... the collar contains a tracker through which we can find you. Attempts at forced removal will be... unpleasant for any who try. The device contains a highly sophisticated charge pack, which has a variety of applications..."

Suddenly, Jesse felt like an iron rod had been driven into his spine. Painful spasms jolted out through all of his limbs and every muscle tensed at once, near paralysing him from head to toe. Eyes whipping from right to left, he realised every single student in the room was experiencing the same effect... though the third years seemed a lot less surprised or bothered by it. Then, in another instant... the feeling changed. Now climactic waves of hyper-sensitivity and pleasure seemed to spiral through him. In barely a matter of seconds he felt the familiar explosion of an orgasm rock through him and a darkening stain appear at the front of his skirt. It probably would have been a lot bigger, had Betsy not nearly drained him completely last night... A small mercy he tried to focus on in the humiliation of the moment.

Moans and gasps came from all around for another couple of seconds... before the feeling abruptly stopped. Several of the students collapsed to the floor in shaking puddles, while not a pair of knees in the room were left without knocking together in trembling aftermath.

"The connection to your central nervous system has been found to be an extremely effective method of punishment or reward... though of course we do like to mix things up a bit and not just rely on it."

Ms Julian surveyed the slowly recovering room with an experienced eye, clearly having given this particular practical example many times before. She smiled encouragingly at those who were clambering back onto their feet. Clearly not seeing the action as any particular joy... but simply an administrative necessity. Once everyone had struggled back up to their place in the lines, she continued on with the lecture. Carrying the flexi-tablet she'd used over toward the tallest third year.

"The collars can also be networked to by any public device, bringing up various information about the student in question. For a nominal fee... access can be granted to a variety of functions. For instance, downloadable collections of photos or videos taken of you while under our supervision. This is how we collect payment for your education here; you must consider it part of your duties to all aid in the upkeep of our fine institution."

She, indeed, brought up on her screen a selection of images and files starring the swan-like creature she had connected to. Diverging from fully-clothed and artistic, to scenes of him being taken brutally from several directions at once. Multiple swollen cocks hanging ready to have their turn next.

"Any would-be customer can purchase permission to perform varying sex acts with you. Rising in price dependant on invasiveness and your level of training, obviously... This is also how homework assignments we set you are recorded, via one-off allowances, but we will explain that further later... Any use of your services outside of these scenarios will now be considered theft, and will be recorded and reported as such by the collar. "

The woman smiled at them all, happy that she had at last got all the basics out of the way. Jesse and the other new pupils could only exchange wide-eyed glances and gulps... Suddenly the thing he had just let be slipped around his neck seemed a whole lot more choking.

"Oh! And anyone can also buy in to use the shock-treatments, of course. So do remember to always mind your manners, girls..."

Chapter 15: A Warm Welcome

"Right! Well now all that's been covered... I'd like to welcome you, one and all, to Stanfield's Academy. Make no mistake, we are overjoyed to have each and every one of you!"

The brightly-floral teacher smiled widely. "By the grace of the Algorithm, and Madame Stanfield herself; we are one of the most highly-regarded educational institutions in the world. Only the prettiest and most suitably-tempered members of any generation are sent to us... and that is you! This is a place of love and artistry. We think of every one of our girls as a natural-born masterpiece in need of just that last bit of polish. You are precious. You are beautiful... and you are some of the few who could be perfect... Don't ever forget that. Now, are there any questions?"

There was a certain degree of shuffling. No-one wanted to be the first to raise a hand. Eventually, from near the back... came a nervously-trembling voice.

"Y-you keep calling us 'girls'... but I-I'm a boy... Am I actually supposed to be here?"

Jesse couldn't see whichever small form had spoken up... but felt the pain of echoed doubts. Whoever it was sounded even more anxious about this whole situation than him.

Ms Julian singled out a particularly gentle smile for the one who had been brave enough to ask. "Yes, dear... There is nowhere else you belong more. We tend to call all our pretty, little things 'the girls', just to make things easier... but once you are graduated such words will hardly matter any more. You will be Slutwives. Defined only by whatever your Master or Mistresses want you to be, until they grow bored and trade you on down the line. We will train you how to use whatever equipment you have been given... and you may find the Algorithm even decides to change a few things, now that you're here... Look."

The teacher lifted up the hem of her dress: revealing a large and drooping penis, complete with testicles tied up in a delicate, ribbon bow.

"It might help if you stop thinking of these bodies as your own, anymore. You are, after all, now property of the school... and negotiable for rent by other parties. Had you been sent to the breeding pits or corporate training centres, you would be being told just the same. You have been calculated as recognising your own value and worth through the happiness of others. So let those others decide what you are to them... Only then will you find out what kind of slut you should really be. Does that make sense?"

The small voice retreated with an, as-yet-unconvinced-sounding: "I guess..." But Ms Julian showed no interest in fielding any further questions.

"Now, since this is your first day. We have a traditional sort of... bonding exercise to help you get to know your fellow classmates. If you would look to your Seniors, they will be helping to divide you into four-person groups. Those groups will stick together with each other all day today and not leave each other's company for any reason."

Jesse did look over to where the seniors were collecting some equipment... and was given yet another reason to pause in confusion. Each was dragging out a series of metallic, egg-shaped lumps, all connected together by a silver chain. He couldn't for the life of him work out what they were going to be used for... but he already knew it wasn't going to be particularly pleasant.

Chapter 16: A Boy Who Does As He's Told

"Bend forward..." Came the instruction, which Jesse followed compliantly. He felt the steadying presence of a hand upon the small of his back. He thought it was the entrancing, tall and thin one who was dealing with him this time, but dare not turn round to check. He'd seen her or him take off those long, silk gloves in preparation for this task. Further along the line a surprised-sounding "Ooooh!" told him one of those he was going to be connected to had already had their turn. He felt the back of his skirt being lifted up and a cool presence introduced between his ass-cheeks. The squelch of a bottle told him some kind of fluid was becoming involved, but he really had no experience on which to draw upon for this scenario. He understood that such things as 'butt-plugs' existed... but had never actually seen one in use. The objects strung up along those chains had appeared so big.