A visit from the principal

I once again woke, shaken deeply by my discovery. In my world, a world where the boys had all the rights, to become a girl was to lose a lot. After minutes of thinking of running from the town, the door opened. And in walked the principal of my school.

I watched as she strolled in. To most people she'd look like a normal person. However, underneath, she had both a dildo and a buttplug inside her, black underwear, and numerous whip marks. Very few people had seen this, but since she invited the men with the largest dicks to her office to fuck her, I had received a visit.

I began to say her name, but as usual, she burst into conversation.

"Ah, so you're awake. We found you on the street near our school and took you here, but we haven't identified you yet. I suppose you can tell us your name?" Ms. Mala asked.

I hesitated, half ready to say who I really was, but then shook my head.

"I... don't... know," I stated.
"The doctors predicted there might be amnesia. We already have a family ready to take you in. The family's had a recent **** of a girl your age, so it should fit in nicely. Also, you are free to attend our school, which I am sure you will fit in nicely," she said.

Yeah, right. I thought. My school's priority was to get all of us fucked regularly and to make its students' sexual organs as large and strong as possible. After that came study of sex. And after that, came magic.

"I suppose so..." I agreed. Ms Mala surveyed me, thinking to herself.
"Yes... you'll fit in nicely..." she said, before nodding with a smile and turning around. I noticed the swing of her hips as they rubbed over her dildo and returned the smile, happy for a piece of knowledge that she didn't know I had.