Another penny dropped

That was the last outfit that Jesse got to try on that afternoon… which was a fact which really pressed home when the elderly teacher announced:

“Your homework today will be to wear your new look for the rest of the day… and try to earn as much on your collar as you can while doing so. I don’t mind how you do it: Flaunt yourself for subscribers. Offer your services to commuters on their way home. Bend over in front of ‘Mommy or Daddy’ at just the right angle…” This last suggestion wasn’t particularly directed at Suzy. Jesse was getting the impression that having such a close relationship with a sponsor was not so uncommon. The teacher continued.

“Materials cost money. Good hands with an eye for detail deserve a wage more than any of these fancy, bloody machines could ever be worth. You girls need to realise that we only get a few short years of use from you for all the grit and dedication we put in! Then you’re off gallivanting about in the skirts I’ve stitched for ya, getting the things ripped to shreds by one pervert master or another. So show some appreciation! Strut your stuff! And in return I’ll keep scraping out the stains and covering up the tears so no-one’d know the difference. That’s the deal… never forget it.”

Then, the school day was over. The class of first years filed themselves out into the corridors, mingling in with various older students also finished for the day. Fran waved the other three on as they headed for the entrance.

"I need to go speak to Ms Julian… After last night I'm worried all my block-mates are going to bankrupt themselves paying for the use of me! Telling the buncha randy buggers 'no' when I'm the only girl on the block is just asking for trouble... I'm gonna see if there's some sort of bulk discount they can get or something…"

As ever, the girl's manner was jovial and lighthearted… but there was a pained edge to her smile. She really did care about this collective of second-chancers she lived with, Jesse could tell. Her enrolment here had clearly changed the dynamics of her home-life dramatically. The teenage sissy could only imagine a whole Home block dedicated to youths one step away from those who had attacked him yesterday. And Fran went back there every day as the only available outlet for all their frustrations? …Jesse caught himself remembering that crowd of overshadowing figures, all using him as nothing more than a dumping ground for their expulsions. How did she always keep that gentle, relaxed smile upon her face if that was what she faced every morning and evening? Why would she go out of her way to make sure such things could continue? The young lady continued to baffle and impress him with her stoicness in every aspect he learned about her.

So it was only three of them who stepped blinking out into the sunshine, decked in their newest indecent attires. Lizzy had ended up in some sort of one-piece bodysuit, which clung tightly to her slight frame but slipped down between her ass-cheeks like a thong, exposing them for all and sundry. It pulled up and presented the small, bumping breasts she owned to the point where her nipples were visible and drew the eye to a perfect, little camel-toe between her thighs. All else she had been given were a pair of heavy, huge-heeled boots which seemed to almost give her another 5 inches in height, drawing her up level with Jesse. It was an odd look… which didn’t really seem to fit with the girl’s shy demeanor at all. But then, even Jesse found that that was what made it sexy. Watching the creature trying her best to walk daintily in that great, clod-hopping footwear while every contour of her body was exposed… Mrs Durren knew exactly what she was doing.

Suzy, meanwhile, was in a boob-tube and miniskirt, draped with a loose-woven shawl. His chest needed no exaggeration, so was instead simply allowed to spill out the bottom a little. Having now seen the other sissy naked, Jesse knew for a fact that the drooping cock beneath that skirt was just barely covered. The knowledge that: it too, was bigger than his… even on a boy with tits… Was still burning away in the back of his mind somewhere. He was beginning to struggle with not seeing his new friends and classmates in the overtly sexual light they were being fashioned. Having spent all morning listening to the gulping, gargling sounds of them performing fellatio… Then all afternoon observing them squeezing in and out of precision-aimed attraction in costumes. The tightness of his own shorts seemed terribly cruel in it’s obviousness, as the more he tried not to think about it… the tighter they seemed to get. It was an internal battle that continued to consume him with distraction.