Chapter 9.
After rushing my lunch I searched around the hall for Jennifer and Veronica. They weren't there so I used the remainder of my break to search around the school for them. They were no longer where I had last seen them and my search was risky because there was a good chance of my being caught. I could not slip quickly from place to place because the tickler lodged in the crotch of my corset made my progress excruciatingly slow. I needed frequent stops to regain my composure as I minced delicately from room to room whilst trying not to look too conspicuous.
My searches revealed nothing and I became very worried for them. It was obvious that my friends had been secreted somewhere in the school that was not accessible to me. There were plenty of 'locked doors’ at Miss Lanes.
Dejectedly, I returned to afternoon lessons but remained unable to concentrate on the needlework and sowing put before me.
Dinner came and went, followed by prep then supper and still my friends failed to reappear. As Dorothy prepared me for bed I felt lost and distracted. I did not respond properly to any of her attentions or questionings and she angrily flung me on to the bed securely restrained in my night corset. As I lay helplessly on my back with my hands secured to my thighs, I let the cool night air soothe my tortured breasts and nipples. This was achieved by carefully working the sheet down off my breasts by gently wiggling it down using my stockinged legs and feet. It was not an easy task for the seventy-denier tights prevented any proper grip on the sheet. My feet were ankle-cuffed to the bed frame and my legs spread apart. Eventually I achieved my aims and exposed my nipples to the air. Slowly my body recovered from the awful rigours of the day. Fortunately the night was warm and I did not get chilled later in the night.
I did not sleep however. My mind could gain no relief as I tried to imagine what terrible tortures and traumas my friends might be suffering.
I couldn't even toss and turn with my hands secured to my thighs and my ankles cuffed to the bed rings. Nor could I cross my knees and sleep on my front because I crushed my large tender breasts and nipples. I had to lie all night on my back with my legs parted and my nipples free to the balmy air.
As I lay awake I heard and saw several shadowy movements as the prefects checked our dormitories. I dreaded some older pupil taking advantage of my exposed helpless state and abusing my tender body. Luckily, in the dark they couldn't have noticed my exposure and I was left unmolested. Sometime before dawn, I fell into a fitful shallow sleep only to be awakened by Jacqueline who had slept unsecured that night.
It was to be a long fretful week before my friends finally surfaced and I was able to interrogate them about their ordeal. They were reluctant to talk at first because of all the humiliations they had suffered. After I had related my experiences however, they were a bit more forthcoming.
The first day they had both been tied together in the double harness with the double dildo inserted in both their pussies. It had, -as previously described- been secured to Veronica so that Jennifer had no control over it at all. Veronica’s end however, was too short and it just failed to reach her embedded clitty except by the most desperate and violent push by Veronica. This of course translated the violent thrust into Jenny's cunny because it was the only way that Vee could get sufficient purchase to embed her end deep enough into herself. Jenny detested being the 'girl' and had naturally tried to prevent having the 'penis' forced into her cunny by backing away. Their desperate antics had caused endless mirth for the observing mistresses as the pair had jerked backwards around the room in a weird parody of a sexual waltz.
That first night they had been placed in a special bed. Jenny had been secured with her bum to the wall so that she could not avoid Vee's unconscious thrusting. Vee's bum was attached to a strong spring which prevented her from keeping the dildo embedded against her buried clitty thus she was twitching and straining all night to try and achieve satisfaction. Each time she managed to get the dildo embedded against her clitty she was slowly dragged off it by the spring as her back muscles became tired. The whole night had been a litany of tears and discontent for the both of them. Jenny had orgasmed numerous times against her will whilst poor Vee had not had one meaningful satisfying sensation.
The second day and night the dildo had been removed completely and they had been left harnessed together with their pussies and breasts mashing against each other. This had been just as frustrating for as each became horny they still couldn't achieve relief. Jenny's clitty simply fitted into the sad little depression where Vee's clitty had once reposed and thus failed to be crushed or pressed hard enough to excite Jenny. And of course, conversely, Vee's clitty was too deeply buried up her cunny to enjoy any sensation. Thus again, they had spent the day in a reverse waltz with Jenny now leading as she tried desperately to relieve her clitty of its needs.
The third night, a different dildo had been fitted. This was short and thick with a vibrator inserted in Vee's end. Jenny's end was not rigidly attached to Vee's end and it was fitted with dampers so that the vibrations in Vee's cunny were only slightly felt by Jenny.
Once again they had spent the third night trying to achieve mutual satisfaction. Vee felt sensations in her cunny but couldn't excite her clitty whilst Jenny kept trying to press hard on the dildo to feel the vague damped sensations emanating from Vee's crotch. This had caused them to squirm and thrust most of the night as they tried to relieve their own and each other’s tensions.
All the time -except during supervised meals- they had worn the dual bridle gag to prevent them from talking and trying to indicate each other’s needs. Their faces had been locked together so that they couldn't even focus on each other’s expressions for some form of guidance about needs or feelings. The gag was also fitted with a cruel duck caller so that every pant or heavy breath was lampooned by a comical quack, which simply added an air of ridicule to any observer at the scene. This could be removed if necessary and changed for other animal calls at the whim of the mistresses.
Thus for the whole week, the pair had been the object of ridicule and curiosity as their innermost needs had been cruelly transformed into a freak show for any perverted mistress. They had even been dressed in silly pantomime bird suites and made to 'perform' on stage, anonymously, for the upper school, two grinning penguins quacking incongruously as they shuffled in reverse around the stage. It had reduced the auditorium to a shambles. Nobody could see the sad confused tears under the masks.
Each day a different dildo arrangement was conjured up. The only consistence being that Vee could not achieve a single satisfactory orgasm whilst Jenny was forced to endure orgasm after orgasm as a girl.
For the whole week they had thus remained locked together. Unable to talk, quacking or grunting or barking with every heavy breath- their lips almost touching except for the little animal caller between them. Thus held tantalisingly close but unable to relieve each other properly at any time.
Their hands had been secured to each other’s waistbands just above the flair of each other’s hips. Close enough to caress each other’s upper bum cheeks but unable to firmly grasp each other’s lower 'love handles' and hold each other together. They had slept like this, shuffled around like this, bathed like this and even toileted like this for the whole week.
After the week was over, they had been placed in front of Miss Lane who had explained the reasons for the treatment.
"You Veronica, will realise that -with your buried clitty- you will only be able to orgasm with a properly controlled dildo or suitably sized penis. You will at no time be able to satisfy Jennifer because that soft little depression in your pubis will prevent her from properly grinding her clitty against yours. Thus she will never be able to satisfy herself or you by behaving like a 'boy'.
You Jennifer will of course realise that you cannot get satisfaction from Veronica and you will only be able to orgasm by using your own fingers or employing the services of your friend Miss Beverly. Dr James and I both understand the relationships that you three have with each other and this treatment is simply to reinforce those needs and feelings. You can go now."
Jenny and Vee had slumped with relief as they stumbled from Miss Lanes office. They had been expecting far worse developments. For the whole week the pair had been suffering from lack of sleep and cramps and they were in little mood for any love-play when they returned to the dormitory that night. The opportunity was not to arise anyway. We were all securely restrained that night as a matter of course.
The school practised a strict policy of restraint and discipline for those students in their important formative years of puberty. A new senior prefect had been appointed to assist Dorothy in the administration of discipline and control in the dorm.
New corsets and restraining harnesses were now included as standard in our expanded ensembles of 'middle school’ uniforms. These harnesses were fitted with numerous rings, cuffs and ties to restrain any wandering fingers during periods when we were not supervised. There was to be no uncontrolled 'abuse' of our developing bodies as our libidos expanded with puberty.
Thus it was that we spent our time in the middle school. Long periods of frustration interspersed with short bouts of desperate relief when we were being ‘treated’ or ‘punished’ for some thing or other. As the seasons came round our girlish bodies steadily matured and took on the ripening forms so carefully moulded by Miss Lanes skilful techniques. My girlish hips had filled out to show all the promise of their womanly flair whilst my breasts had now reached their full potential and now presented their luscious delights of womanhood. I was still endowed of a slender waist, which served to accentuate my bust whilst the corseting served to exaggerate this into an hourglass figure.
In the new 'middle school' uniforms our breasts would bounce provocatively as we minced assuredly along the corridors in our new high-heeled shoes. The new corsets were cut higher over our thighs; hence our bottom cheeks were lifted and separated so that they wobbled seductively when we walked. The whole picture of the progress of a middle school class was one of vulnerable sensuality as they gathered protectively when trying to avoid the lustful leers of the senior 'girls'.
It was because of the seniors attentions that I rarely went anywhere without Jennifer my 'keeper'. She had developed into a tall athletic ‘girl’ whilst still retaining a superb feminine figure. She had become a very attractive girl but with sufficient physical presence to deter any unwanted advances from the senior pupils.
Despite being much younger than the seniors, her prowess at sports had ensured her selection for several of the school teams.
Veronica and I often gazed in envy at her lithe graceful form when she raced like a gazelle down the hockey wing. We even admitted to each other that we got distinct damp feelings in our knickers when we thought of what the promise of the future held for us when we entered senior school and shared a private dorm. Jennifer was without a doubt, one of the most athletic and popular girls in the school.
Veronica was also growing into an extremely pretty girl with a softly rounded form very similar in size and shape to my own. She was much better at sports than me because my sensitive vulva lips precluded any more hockey. During games, I sometimes gazed wistfully through the gymnasium windows as I could only follow gentle dance steps whilst my friend dashed about with abandon on the hockey field.
Veronica and I often swapped clothes but corsets and bras were out because of my larger breasts. She envied me my breasts and we accepted that none of us could have it all ways. Jenny wanted her penis back -without losing her beautiful girlish shape-, Vee wanted bigger breasts and I wanted to be able to dash about playing hockey.
We became known around the school as 'The three little maids’ for we supported each other and protected one another from the attentions or jibes of any of the other pupils. We were still however, at the mercy and whims of the staff. My unique status made me an object of envy and sometimes jealousy. I was really thankful for Jenny’s care and protection but this didn't protect me from the mistresses. Fortunately, Dr James's interest in my condition-helped ease my burden. She paid frequent visits to monitor my progress. During these visits she would take various tissue and blood samples then adjust my hormone treatment accordingly. She realised that if I was subjected to any extraordinary stress beyond what was deemed 'fair' by the general consensus of the norms of the school. I might suffer some serious metabolic upheaval. I was far too valuable a 'specimen' to allow that, so she prevented any serious excesses by the rest of the staff. Miss Lane also realised my genetic importance and she heartily concurred with Dr James.
I grew quite fond of Dr James. She could be quite tender and kind when we were ill or upset.
I couldn't reconcile this 'tender' side to her nature with the perverse ability to perform such strange and sometimes cruel surgery on unwilling pupils simply to please a parent’s or guardian’s whim. It served to keep us all a little distant from her. I think she secretly preferred to have it that way. If she was called upon to perform surgery upon some pupil she'd grown too fond of it might affect her judgement. She was quite young and pretty and I often wondered if there was some dark and sad secret that made her what she was.
Eventually the day dawned when we were to leave the middle school. This was done in the late spring or early summer during mid term and was an important part of the school year. It was a happy time and only fixed during the early spring as the progress of the class was assessed. Once the week was fixed then the middle and senior school would prepare for the gala. It was an excellent time for the more creative and artistic pupils to display their talents. Usually, by this time, any operations that a pupil was to have had been done. Each pupil more or less knew where her life was leading. It was rare for a pupil to be changed later up the school except of course as a punishment for a serious misdemeanour.
As the occasion drew near the tension mounted and the middle school pupils became excited. Friendships were cemented as friends arranged their future living arrangements. Course options were chosen for the final academic years. Small plays and shows were arranged for the week when the parents and future potential students were visiting. The school looked its best with the cherry trees in full blossom and the grounds prepared. Large marquees were erected and generally festive air prevailed.
The Monday finally arrived and we were prepared in our best uniforms as the cars swept into the grounds. I met my father and stepmother and introduced them to my friends Jennifer and Veronica. We plunged into the festivities and generally entertained the parents until the evening sun settled behind the trees. Finally they had to leave and the rest of the week belonged to the middle school.
There were many little ceremonies and cameos as each group of friends celebrated their individual rites of passage.
Middle school uniforms were flung from dormitory windows in a wild orgy of liberation whilst the mistresses looked indulgently. Their job had usually been well done by this time. It was like the old Jesuit philosophy -
‘Give us the child and you can have the man'.
Nearly all the pupils were well established and happy in their new gender rolls. The entry into the upper school heralded many new developments and conditions to our stay at the school. We were allowed the luxury of smaller dormitories with three to six or even more beds. We were no longer required to suffer the cruel rigours of restraint or enforced corseting unless of course we chose to. It was surprising the number of 'boy-girls' who continued wearing tight corsets.
Each group of friends was allowed to live together in their dormitories, which really resembled small flats. This was to prepare students for life after school. We had to keep our own dormitories clean and there were no longer any 'maids' to do anything for us. We were allowed until the summer holidays to settle in and iron out any rough edges or mistaken friendships. Finally after most problems had been resolved, we were allowed to go home for the first time since starting at the school.
By this time, nearly all pupils were more than happy with their lives at the school and willingly returned to attend the upper school. I was very happy and determined to return.
That summer was one of the most enjoyable I ever had. Veronica, Jennifer, Jacqueline and I spent two glorious months gallivanting around Europe with my parents as we explored the many exciting places we had read about at school.
We returned for the autumn term as happy and contented girls ready for the academic ordeal ahead. Miss Lanes upper school had an excellent academic record and we had to follow a rigorous course of study to enter university. We four had all elected to go to university. We were all bright pupils and we had high aspirations.
Some of the boy-girls were inevitably destined to go into service as maids for more dominant women. If they didn't relish this option, they could, after consultation with parents and staff, take the final option of a complete operation for a sex change. Miss Lane had long since determined that proper girls and 'post-op’ girls were much happier and free-er to choose a life where their academic skills or abilities allowed.
Many of these late 'post-ops' -after the excellent academic educations provided by Miss Lanes- went on to university and gained excellent positions. It was often these 'old-girls’ that provided employment and opportunities for the less able 'boy-girls' as ladies maids or helpers. These proper 'old-girls’ often sent their own children to Miss Lanes and consequently a vast network of 'old girls' had sprung up.
Veronica, Jennifer and I often wondered what our fate would be after having left school. We promised however that we would keep in touch no matter what happened after leaving.
We often sat around in our nighties during the evenings in our dormitory fantasising about what we would like to do after leaving school. Naturally these dreams always assumed that we would be able to spend the rest of our days together and we often aroused each other sexually as we dreamt of enjoying life together and working and living as adults.
Jennifer expressed a wish to follow a professional career as a doctor or lawyer and be able to support Vee and me as 'wives'.
Veronica and I however were fairly liberated women and we deemed this idea of Jenny's to be a little too chauvinistic for our liking. I protested.
"I don't want to sit around the house all day like a 'wee little wifie’ waiting for your arrival home. I want an interesting job with prospects that allow me the freedom to enjoy myself a lot. Anyway; I don't know yet if I will inherit my dads’ business. He's got several factories here and in Europe."
"Here! Here! " Chorused Vee.
Jenny smiled and squeezed my knee.
"But you already enjoy yourself with us now. Wouldn't you want this life to carry on for ever?"
"Not flipping likely." Interrupted Veronica. " You tend to dominate this relationship because of your strength and forceful personality. Beverly is particularly submissive and rarely makes any passes towards me without some sort of prompting or connivance from you."
I nodded my head as Vee continued.
"If we three are to live together and love harmoniously, it would be better if you two went out to work and I kept house. I haven't got any great academic ambitions despite my excellent academic record."
This surprised both Jenny and me.
"What! No ambitions at all Vee?" Asked Jenny
"Well I like the thought of rearing children. Mine and Bevs', if she has some."
The mention of children caused a silence to settle as we contemplated what it would mean to our relationship if children were involved.
Veronica had been showing a motherly streak since we had come to the dormitory and her last statement had unnerved Jenny a bit. She turned to me.
"What about you Bev? Do you think you'll want children like Vee?"
"I honestly don't know Jen. Dr James has assured me that there is no reason why I shouldn’t conceive a baby and bring it to full term, but I worry that carrying it and giving birth might not damage me in some way.
I'm not exactly normal down there am I? What would any midwife of gynaecologist say when they inspected me. My secret wouldn't last very long would it? It would be around the hospital like wild fire. The only way for me to have children is for Dr James to attend upon me and that means being in thrall to her even after leaving school."
Jenny shook her head as she replied.
"Don't be silly Bev. I could become your doctor and then be your gynaecologist. I know enough about your condition already."
With these words, Jenny stood up and started rearranging the beds. This had become our mutual way of indicating bedtime.
We had arranged the beds in our dormitory so that they could be quickly brought together and we could then sleep 'menage-a-trois', as had become our habit. Veronica put the kettle on for cocoa whilst I slipped into the shower. After having turned the beds down Jenny joined me and then Vee squeezed in. We 'soaped' each other down with whatever bits of our bodies were most convenient then enjoyed a refreshing rinse.
The following half hour was spent mutually ‘grooming’ as we combed and dried each other’s hair. We all had long hair and we enjoyed this regular little ritual as we sat in a triangle each evening gently blowing and brushing each other’s tresses. Once everybody's hair was dry we dressed each other, took our hormone preparations with our cocoa then cuddled into bed. We usually wore soft stretchy teddies in bed. They were the most comfortable and convenient things.
Veronica cuddled into the crook of my arm whilst Jenny lay on my other side with her head on my chest and my nipple in her mouth like a baby’s comforter. Vee caught her eye and gently worried my other breast from the lacy cup of my teddy. My other nipple was soon receiving similar attention and I lay gently squirming with pleasure as my penis responded to their attentions. It slowly hardened within the soft stretchy satiny confines of my teddy as I gently crooned with delight. Both girls’ hands slowly stroked and squeezed my organ through the silky material as they sucked softly and contentedly at my breasts. Vee murmured quietly between sucks.
"What ever happens to us, we’ll be bound together by our mutual physical needs. Miss Lane and Dr James have made certain of that."
"And our emotional ones don't forget." Added Jenny.
"Well. If we are to live together, we had better plan it so that we can study at university together and then all live in the same flat."
I lay on my back as I said this. It seemed to be a signal of acceptance that we would go to college together and study together. There wasn't much said on the issue after that for Jenny and Veronica stopped talking and started concentrating on our mutual pleasures.
Jenny gently pushed her leg over mine and reached over to caress Veronica’s pussy. Veronica responded by gently insinuating her soft rounded calf between Jenny and me as she slowly tickled my fraenum. They had long ago discovered my most sensitive and responsive spot.
"Stop it a minute you two." I insisted as I tried to push their hands away. "We've got to decide what we intend to do and how to plan it for the next few years."
"Oh! Stop worrying Bev," scolded Veronica, "just lie back and relax."
"No. Be serious Vee. If you and I want babies, we'll have to make damned sure that we are set up properly so that no busybodies can interfere with our lives."
"You’re making too big an issue of this Bev," interjected Jenny. " Your birth certificates state clearly that you are male and that Vee is female. Nobody can stop you marrying if you so want. That would put a complete stop to any busybodies from interfering with our lives."
Once again, Jenny had shown how far ahead of us she could often be. She had already given this issue some thought. Jenny was bright. Her maths was the best in the school and her mind was very sharp.
She had also shown some considerable trust and commitment by implicitly showing that she had no objections to there being any formal arrangements between Vee and I within the relationship. She had shown far more affection and trust than I had been prepared to credit her for. I felt a little guilty that Jenny had already resolved this problem in her own mind. She had made considerable sacrifices to her own feelings to arrive where she had.
I gave Jenny an extra tight hug. She quickly interpreted my 'thank-you’ and squeezed her leg tighter over Vee and me.
"It would be a rather strange marriage though," giggled Vee as she gently exposed my cock from his filmy envelope and slowly rubbed him against Jenny's' 'clitty'
"Yes!" Gasped Jenny. "But a perfectly legal one. No doctor could ever deny that you weren’t a boy with this monster."
She rejoined Veronicas hand on my gentleman friend and they gently guided him up into Jenny's vagina as Veronicas knuckle gently dug into Jenny's' 'clitty'. All conversation ended as the nights lovemaking began.
Little did we realise how much the hand of fate and Dr James would shape our futures.
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