A Sissy in the 22nd Century Pt. 01

Chapter 21: The Blanks That We Draw From

"What did you mean, when you said half your memories were blank?" Jesse asked. Unable to restrain the curiosity any longer.

Franceska ran a hand up through the back of her long, reddish-brown hair. The first sign of any slight discomfort she had in discussing any topic so far. "Oh, yeah... guess I kinda just blurted that out. See, my matron showed me this letter he's got about how I ended up in a Home that's meant mostly for boys who've caused trouble in other places. Apparently there was some sort of big 'incident' in my first Home which resulted in everyone needing a mindwipe and being spread out into other places. So I don't really know much about myself... At least before I ended up with a whole ton of big brothers who constantly fight tooth an' nail over the use of me... I don't mind it though, they're all sweethearts really..."

The girl unleashed another carefree smile, as if trying to reassure everyone she really did believe everything she was saying. Then she turned to draw in Suzy, possibly to prevent him from trying to suggest they leave again.

"How about you, Babes? What was all that 'Daddy' stuff about when the big-dicked marshmallow ripped off your bra?"

The large-breasted sissy looked a little abashed, but flattered, to be asked about himself. He shrunk back a bit as all the eyes in the room focused in on him.

"My... my Father came and found me in the Homes, after I'd been there for a few years. He bought me off the director there and I've been home-schooled ever since. So... so I'm not used to having so many people around..." The blonde and prissed-up boy looked quite vulnerable as he said this, but his eyes dared anyone to make fun of that. "I'm here to learn how to be his perfect, little plaything so I can marry him and live happily ever after, helping to run his estate. That's all there is to it!"

The forced snap of his declaration spoke of a lot of underlying anxieties... One of which Franceska immediately, unthinkingly, stepped on.

"Wait... Your real father? If he just came and bought you under the table from a Home... How would you know?"

The glower this received could have melted plate glass... The reply offered nothing but an end to the conversation: "Because. He. Told. Me."

Even Fran got a hold of that one. She quickly switched over to Lizzy. "Your turn, little 'un. What dark secrets are you hiding?"

The small creature of clearly East-Asian descent could only grin shyly. "Oh, I'm not very exciting really... I got a sponsor to be here too, but it's just one of the board of directors of the Home I'm from. He took a liking to me on a corporate inspection once and said he'd 'bump my numbers' to get me in here. So... I'm not really as special as all you guys. I just got lucky, I guess..." She shuffled her feet a little, clearly uncomfortable being the centre of attention. Jesse was struck by, in a school entirely comprised of submissive teenagers, how many different colours of that base characteristic there were.

He in turn was interrogated for a little of his background. Offering what he was happy to... about Betsy and Whitney and Daniel. It was Fran's story of being mind-wiped which was swirling around his head though. Years and years of her life, just snatched away by those above. Unable to even remember if she'd been born with a cock between her legs or come out much as she looked today... The world was a strange and terrifying place. He was amazed at how easily she seemed to approach it.

Chapter 22: For Every Sin, an Answer

They were punished for the length of their absence, of course. Strapped over their desks with their skirts lifted up and hands and ankles tied to the metal legs. Every other student in the class was instructed to take a wooden ruler and strike it across each of their backsides as they left to go for lunch. Some of the blows were harder, some were softer. By the end their sore and reddened ass-cheeks couldn't tell much difference. Jesse could feel tears welling up in his eyes at the barrage... and the distinct sound of Lizzy yelping and sniffling near broke his heart. Each squeak she made being really all his fault.

Yet, Suzy and Franceska hardly seemed phased at all by the treatment. With the lewd moans the former made giving the distinct impression he might be enjoying it more than suffering. While the latter made absolutely certain to tease each participant with a gleeful "Thank you, Lovely!" Purposefully drawing out a sort of arms race as they each tried to strike her harder and she stubbornly made efforts to only sound more cheerful about it. Then the four of them were just left alone, unable to move... With the glowing hills of their ass-cheeks cooling in the open air. It was oddly uniting, to be trapped there like that... Segregated from all their classmates as they presumably enjoyed a meal together somewhere downstairs. Each dealing with an equal stinging rear in their own way.

Franceska cracked jokes, drawing out a delightfully clear peal of laughter from Lizzy and cheering everyone up. Suzy burbled about the pleasure of a certain patch of sunlight on his bare butt. Half delirious from the joy of being spanked it would seem, but utterly sincere in pointing out the small pleasures of sensation that this situation drew your attention to. Jesse laughed and chatted along with them all, realising he had never encountered such a quick and easy kinship with anyone before. They all seemed so different... but at the same time, were the same. The Algorithm had brought them all here because they found joy in other's delight. When left with just each other, this seemed to result in them each just bouncing off of the others in a parade of smiles. All of his fears and doubts seemed to melt away when he was around these three. Despite the fact that they were all humiliatingly tied up, and chained together by the anus... That was not a series of thoughts he had ever expected to go through his head.

Eventually, Mr Durren turned up to let them free and offer a plate of sandwiches for them to quickly wolf down. The quiet, friendly old man didn't seem particularly offended that they had missed half of his lesson... Giving them the impression that students getting caught up in the corridors for one reason or another, was quite a common occurrence. He guided them off to the next lesson they would be attending: Poise and Posture with Ms Julian.

This afternoon of balancing across wooden beams in their high-heels and learning how to stand just right to show off each of their particular sets of assets was, surprisingly, a lot of fun. The entire thing was complicated greatly by the fact that they were all still bound together by the ever-jingling chains... Which sometimes caused great tangles of confusion when two groups crossed. Everyone cheered each other on as they got quicker and quicker at crossing thinner bars in their unsuitable footwear and commiserated greatly with one young sissy who fell off the thing square onto his plug...

Ms Julian herself was also more of a marvel than expected. Pulling her garish dress off over her head she unleashed an impressive set of cultivated curves. She showed them exactly how her ass moved with every step she planted, and could point to and name all the muscles which needed training to achieve such grace. The fact that their teacher was just walking among them naked, with her cock and balls swaying, hardly seemed out of place at all. The standard comprehensive education they had all gone through seemed a long way behind them now. Somewhere across the day... all this had stopped seeming daunting and terrifying and had instead just become new and interesting. For the Stanfield's Class of July 2192... their education had begun.

Chapter 23: Freed at Last

With a *pop* the metal lump in Jesse's rectum finally came free. He was the last of the four to be released from its chain and weight. Partly because he felt guilty for all the extra trouble he had caused the rest of them... but also because he had been sort of dreading the experience of it coming out as much as when it went in. He could feel his own sphincter gasping as it slowly shrank back down to it's normal size. Somehow, it now felt empty... To not have that large, pressing presence filling up his back passage. It also felt oddly lonely to not be able to sense just the occasional tug or pull as one of the others took a step too far. Instinctively, all four of them continued standing considerably closer to each other than might otherwise have been the case.

"It was kind of nice... by the end." Said Lizzy, speaking the words that everyone was thinking.

"I can't believe neither of you'd ever worn one before!" Exclaimed Suzy. "Daddy gets me to put one in nearly every morning... They help me concentrate. I think I still have some of my practice sets lying around... I'll bring them in and lend them to you!"

Jesse was not entirely sure he wanted to borrow some second hand anal-toys from his new-found friend... but understood he was just trying to be helpful. The slightly standoffish sissy had a way of drawing you in, once you realised most of his quirks were just down to being alone with 'Daddy' most of his life. Which also drew up another point, as Jesse realised he had possibly been being quite rude himself for a while.

"By the way, Suzy... Should I be calling you 'he' or 'she'? I'm sorry I didn't ask earlier... Apparently I have an 'old-fashioned' brain. That's what Betsy says, anyway."

"The Baby-Momma?" Interjected Franceska, teasingly. He had told them about his trials of last night.

Suzy actually looked thoughtful for a moment, though not hurt at all by the question. "I don't... actually... know, really. Daddy usually just calls me pet-names and things. I mean, he paid for me to have these..." He or she said, catching hold of the two fairly large and perky breasts that ballooned from his or her chest.

"But he also definitely wants me to keep my penis... Maybe I should ask him? In the meantime... Why don't I just be a 'he', 'cause then we've got two of both!"

This was not quite the logic that Jesse was expecting... but he guessed one reason was as good as another. As long as Suzy was happy with it. There was going to be a lot to process when he finally got home tonight.

Above the throng, the sound of Ms Julian's voice made itself heard. "Well, ladies... Well done! That marks the end of your first day here... Just a last note to say: your homework for this evening is to each suck one cock and swallow the results. It doesn't matter who it belongs to, but if you get them to place a thumbprint against your collar after you're done... then it will record the task as complete and not charge them for your services. I'll see you all again, bright and early tomorrow morning!"

And with that... they were free to leave. Jesse stayed chatting with the others for a while, but a great wave of tiredness had finally taken hold of him. He wanted to get home... to his bed and Betsy, and all the shared discussions of how their differing day's went. So he waved his goodbyes, and set off alone. Toward the Maglev station and a return to Home 23.

End Of Part 1

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Addendum:

Madame Stanfield's Academy

Base Rules and Guidelines For Sluts of All Classes

The rules stated below are to be obeyed by all students, at all times. While non-exhaustive, they set a core base of conduct by which all who have the honour of representing this school must adhere to. Any individual displaying behaviour counter to these clear instructions will be subject to severe punishment, up to and including immediate dismissal/expulsion.

1) All students enrolled at this institute are considered school property from the moment of said enrollment. Any consideration of ownership over their appearance, gender, sexual preferences, body autonomy, or rights as a citizen are immediately handed over to the authority of the school. Damage, vandalism or theft of school property without prior authorisation will be dealt with severely by litigation and/or private security forces.

2) All students will wear only the official, designated uniform while on school premises, excepting when they are required to wear other previously-authorised attire as part of their studies.

The official uniform is as follows:

1 white cotton blouse, cropped to just below the upper chest,

1 tartan miniskirt,

no more than 6-inches in length and patterned in the school colours

1 pair of white cotton knee-socks,

exchangeable for a pair of crotchless white leg warmers in winter

1 pair of polished black heels,

of shape and height set automatically as the student's training in balance

and poise progresses.

No underwear may be worn by any student without prior authorisation, and will only be authorised as part of one of their additionally designated outfits.

An additional sweater may be requested by the student during the winter term, but its provision will be reliant upon that student's current grade record and recent earnings on behalf of the school. This privilege may thus be removed at any time.

3) All students will immediately obey any command given to them by a voice of authority while on school premises. A voice of authority in this regard includes all staff of the school, teaching or otherwise, all visiting contractors working on behalf of the school, any visitor displaying a valid badge recording them as such and any other student of one year's seniority above them.

A student does not have to obey the commands of any persons on school premises not in the above categories, but will always act courteously and within the spirit of their training here. A student will always refer to those superior to them as 'Sir or Ma'am'. Remembering that, as school property, only other human property can be considered not superior. Staff and students will always refer to the headmistress of the school in the non-abbreviated form: 'Madame'.

4) The school terms consist of Summer and Winter, starting in June and November respectively. No holidays are provided. The school week consists of Monday to Friday 7am to 6pm, with one hour allowed for lunch. Students are reminded that, even on evenings and weekends, they are still both property and representatives of Madame Stanfield's Academy, and expected to work toward the progression of their studies and benefit of their school.

5) Students will complete any additional assignments given to them in a timely manner, and will otherwise ensure they are always working to earn back the investments of time and trust put forward in their education. Students will, at all junctures, be making themself attractive and available to any prospective client in service to the school. All transactions relevant to such services are, naturally, beholden to the Academy as rightful owner of the tools in use.

6) A student will never seek to profit personally from the prestige, training and trust bestowed upon them by Stanfield's Academy. The consequences of such an attempt would be swift and final.