Heather's Humiliation (A CMNF story)

Hi, everyone, CantTankerous here. After spending some time discussing it with Usherbot, I'm going to publishing this new, gender-swapped version of Heath's Humiliation as a branch to his original story. It will follow some of the same beats but also contain its own characters and experiences. For now my collar story is going to be paused as I've simply ran out of inspiration for it for now, but hope to return to it later. Enjoy the read!

Your fingers tremble as the train comes to a grinding halt, suitcase clamped firmly between your clammy fingers. As if relieved you’d be departing, the train lets out a sigh and then the doors open into the station. The crowd outside was bustling gently, and you carefully stepped down the large steps until firmly on solid ground. As people swarmed all around, you remembered the instructions you were given, to meet the Institution’s chauffeur in the main hall. He’d be holding up a sign with your name akin to how they do at an airport, so he shouldn’t be hard to find.

The reason for your being here, all the events that led up to this, had been rather crazy. When you initially submitted your art to the national competition your high school was participating in, you didn’t expect that it would land you an extensive, government-subsidized scholarship at one of the most prestigious private colleges in the country. Ms Magnolia’s Institution for Outstanding Academics. Very little news about its inner going-ons ever made it outside, except for the fact that they produced some of the last century’s greatest minds and artists. Accepting something was never easier as when that letter came in the mail.

Moving into the large eccentric station hall, you were surprised that for a town as insignificant as Saint Maxine’s they had such lustrous buildings. Perhaps Magnolia’s pulled in the funding for it? Their connections must run deep. Spotting the chauffeur was easy enough, wearing a clean suit and holding a custom plaque, not cardboard but an actual plaque, with your name on it. Approaching the man you greeted him and he didn’t give you a second though, ignoring you. Then you remembered that the letter had said to give it to the chauffeur as verification. Reaching into the pocket of your jacket, you pulled out the folded up piece of paper and held it out.

The man nearly tore it with how forcefully he took it from you. Looking at it, he then looked over at you, and then back at the paper. A look of concern passed over his face for a moment before returning to that cold neutrality and professionalism. Quietly, he led you outside to a luxurious car, too short to call a limo but too long to call it a car. Opening the door for you, he gestured for you to get inside, which you did. The windows to the outside were tinted so that you could look out, but nobody could look in. Between you and the driver’s seat there was another tinted window, except this one you couldn’t look through either. Since you hadn’t gotten a proper look when getting in, you didn’t know if there was anyone sitting there. Your suitcase and backpack were taken from you and stuffed into the trunk and before long your carriage began moving.

During your drive, you took a moment to look around you. The seats were of luxurious black leather, sleek and comfortable, like a warm embrace. In the console between you and the seat next to you was some sort of lid which you hesitated to open. Just as you reached for it, a female voice came through some sort of speaker, making you jump.

“You can leave that be, we will be at our destination shortly.”

Not wanting to mess up on your first day, you decide to leave it be. Just as the voice had declared, you arrived not two minutes later. The tires dragged over some kind of gravel briefly and then back onto asphalt before coming to a stop. Undoing your seat belt, you reached for the door but found it opening by someone else’s doing. It was the same chauffeur from earlier, standing behind the door, his eyes fixed on the distance. Thanking him for his help, you step out of the soft bosom of the leather seating onto the asphalt of what seemed to be a small parking lot at the back of a large, brick building. There were several windows on the building, but judging by the ‘staff only’ sticker on the insignificant door in the back as well as the dumpsters next to it, you felt your assessment of it being the backdoor to be correct. Looking up at the windows above, you saw that there was plenty of activity going on behind them, and a few people seemed to stop when they noticed you, staring and pointing. You sadly couldn’t make out much of the figures as the windows reflected too much of the outside light.

What snapped you out of your observations was the same female voice from earlier. Turning your head around to it, you saw a tall, drop-dead gorgeous woman with long brown hair and hips that would make any girl jealous. She was wearing a long black skirt with above it a white button-up covered in a black blazer matching her skirt. It was as she walked in closer that you noticed you had been staring at her, making you blush ever so gently. The woman lay her arm around you and began to guide you inside.

“What about my bags?”

“We’ll unload them for you and put the stuff in your dorm, you won’t be needing anything in them for now, it’s alright.”

Her soft voice comforted you enough to go along with it. She led you in through the backdoor, into a large hall flanked by stairs on either side. The place was flooded with young men, all your age, dressed in the same uniform: a tight white button-up, dark green pants and a dark green blazer emblazoned with some kind of insignia. The fact they were all male was of some concern to you. Were there that few girls here? Before you could think more on it, the woman with her arm on your shoulder led you to an elevator and stepped in shortly after, taking it up to the highest floor.

The elevator was perfused with a painful silence as you both rode it up. It was quick, but still left a few painful seconds of silence. Eventually it dinged and the doors opened to reveal a smaller room, with a desk to one side, a couch to the other side and a big double door opposite you. Behind the desk sat a man, in his thirties, with a bit of stubble on his chin and short brown spiky hair. The name plaque on his desk introduced him as Mr. Sterling. His eyes seemed to light up as he saw the woman who was with you.

“Ah, miss Ophelia, Senator Woodridge called and he-”

With a simple gesture Ophelia shut him up.

“Later, Kevin, I’ll be in my office with our new student. Nobody is to disturb us, except for Mr. Lamont, I’m expecting him.”

The assistant named Kevin nodded and Miss Ophelia led you through the double doors in what was presumably her office. The back wall was a giant window that wrapped around halfway to the walls on either side, granting a great view of the large domain before you, consisting of lots of nature, mostly grass and some flower boxes. In the distance you saw sports fields while buildings similar to the one you entered flanked the edges of the domain, leading into forest. It was a sight to behold, and you were so mesmerized you hadn’t noticed Miss Ophelia had left your side to sit behind the large desk in front of the window in the back. She gestured for you to take a seat opposite her.

Tapping away at the keyboard in front of her, she briefly clicked on something and then turned to you and began speaking.

“Miss McCoy, first and foremost may I congratulate you on being accepted into our prestigious University. Now, there are some details I must discuss with you. As you may have noticed when entering into our main hall, our students are all male, every single one, and so is most of our faculty. You see, we are actually one of the only remaining all men’s colleges, and when your submission had come in, we had believed you to be one too, due to a rather stupid clerical error. Your name was registered as Heath, rather than Heather.”

You felt your stomach begin to turn. Did you come all this way for nothing?

“Despite this grave error on our part, we are in a bit of a pickle. Our institution has already received subsidies for accepting you as part of our scholarship competition and if we were to reject you now, not only would we lose that funding, we might also severely damage our reputation and potentially be subject to a fraud investigation. I’m sure you understand we’d rather avoid that, which is why after consulting with our legal division, we have come up with a solution for letting you stay here, as our Institution’s statutes make it tricky for anyone who is legally female to attend.”

Ophelia was interrupted by her assistant calling in via a voice com.

“Miss Ophelia, Mister Lamont is here.”

“Tell him to wait there just a moment.”

You saw Ophelia rise from her chair, leaning forward as she did which showed you the deep cleavage which had been hidden behind her blazer earlier, which was now unbuttoned. While not entirely certain of it, you could’ve sworn she wasn’t wearing a bra. Or it wasn’t a big one. Ophelia gestured for you to stand up and follow her, leading you to a corner of her room where a screen had been set up to corner of a small area of the room.

“As part of our rules, you’ll be given a uniform of your own to wear. If you would please strip down completely, underwear too, and hand them to me, I’ll give you your uniform.”

That caught you off guard. Entirely naked? Would they give you special underwear to put on too? Nervously you looked at the screen and realised that with cover, you’d be fine, especially since Ophelia was a woman too so you knew she’d not get any bad ideas if you were to get naked. With a deep breath you stepped behind the screen. The first piece to go was your jacket, which disappeared as soon as you put it on the screen. Since your pants were to come off at some point, you decided to take off your shoes and socks next, holding them up over the screen.

Your bare feet were now resting against the cold tile floor and a cold shiver went up your body, giving goosebumps to your exposed arms as you grabbed the bottom of it and pulled it over your head. Your dark red bra weighed heavy on your shoulders all of a sudden, your 38D breasts like a reminder of your new state of undress. Since they were already so bare, you decided to continue on with your bra, slipping the straps off your shoulders and then unhooking it from the back. The moment the clasp came loose, you felt the weight of them sagging ever so gently. Both your nipples stood on point, whether from the cold air or from the slight tinge of excitement Ophelia’s cleavage had given you, you weren’t sure.

As you dangled your bra over, you heard the door to the office open, and quickly moved to cover your breasts, even if the screen provided you cover. Ophelia’s voice rang out to you:

“Keep undressing Miss McCoy, I haven’t got all day and neither do you.”

The commanding tone in her voice sent another shiver down your spine and you began to undo the button and zipper of your jeans, struggling for a moment. You’d chosen some tighter jeans, hoping that showing off a bit on your first day would make a good impression on your teachers and fellow students alike. Dropping them down to the floor, you put them on the screen, leaving only your panties on your body.

Hearing a male voice converse with Miss Ophelia, you felt your body begin to run hot, hoping that your silhouette left plenty to the imagination. With a heavy heart, you bent forward and slipped your panties down, stepping out of them. Just as you were about to stand back up, you felt a hand on your ass, and you froze. A hand reached into your field of vision to grab your panties from your hands and you heard Miss Ophelia’s voice call out.

“I’ll take those. Now, if you could kindly join us, Mister Lamont will hand you your uniform.”

She backed away, her hand leaving your butt gently as you processed her words. Still bent forward, you felt her eyes stare daggers into your back. Seemingly she eventually had enough of your waiting there, showing off your bare ass and probably a bit of your cunt too as she pulled you upright and began leading you out of cover, against your will, your naked body fully exposed. You attempted to pull in your arms to cover up, but Ophelia grabbed them and pulled them to the side.

Part of you was glad you were so high up, much higher than the nearby buildings, meaning nobody could get a good look at you. Sitting in front of Miss Ophelia’s desk was one man who did, however, see everything, your tits, your cunt, all on display. He didn’t seem to flinch at this sight, instead, reaching into a bag in front of him and pulling out a pair of shoes and socks and holding them out. His deep voice made your cunt tingle as he spoke:

“Your uniform.”

“W-where’s the rest of it?”

“This is everything,” he replied.

Your eyes went wide and to not just collapse, Ophelia guided you onto the other chair, next to Mr Lamont’s. Even though you were spreading your legs and giving him a good look at your pussy, you were too busy to notice as your head rung.

“I don’t…I don’t understand.”

Mr Lamont sighed, putting your ‘uniform’ down in front of you and then began to explain.

“I assure you Miss McCoy, me and the rest of the legal department thoroughly debated this, but our statutes clearly dictate that except for the shoes and socks, the Institution’s uniform can only be worn with those who are legally male. Now, we are lucky in that this is private terrain as well as part of the documents you sign to enter here, waiving a student’s rights to file any sort of criminal or civil suits for anything that complies with our guidelines. But unfortunately this will have to be your uniform, according to our rules.”

Your head was still spinning, trying to process this all as your ass gently stuck itself to the leather seat underneath. What finally snapped you out of this trance was Ophelia, who embraced you from behind, her arms resting on your bosom as her own pushed into the back of your neck.

“It’ll be alright Miss McCoy, our students are of the highest caliber, they will behave, so long as you will. Now, put on your uniform, alright.”

Still in a slight daze, you nodded, and began putting on the socks and shoes. Somehow this made you feel even more naked. Mr Lamont stood up and left as you were doing this, leaving you alone with Ophelia once more. Once your uniform was on, she pulled you up to your feet and you instinctively tried to cover, but your arms were immediately pulled away.

“That won’t do Miss McCoy. Not only does it look like you’re touching yourself like that, it’s an unbefitting posture for one of our students. If you are found to not behave appropriately, we will have to punish you, with hefty fines as per our Institution’s statutes.”

You swallowed as your arms rested nervously against your side. Standing, facing the door, you felt Ophelia’s presence behind you as she grabbed onto your chest with both hands, fondling your breasts as her own pressed into your back. It was a heavenly feeling and your pussy began to rush with excitement all of a sudden. One of her hands trailed down, down your midriff, lower, lower and…

Ophelia pushed you forward, making you stumble as you were pulled from your lustful stupor. As you turned around you saw her move to sit back down behind her desk, saying with an amazing level of professionalism:

“Kevin will give you your roster. Hurry, or you’ll be late for your first class.”

With little choice left, you pushed open the door in front of you out into the small waiting area in front of Ophelia’s office. Stepping through the doorway, you saw Ophelia’s assistant to your right, his eyes running over your body for a moment as he blushed hard. Realizing himself that he was staring he looked down at a piece of paper he was holding and then held it out to you.

“T-this is your class schedule for this week, along with a m-map of Institution grounds.”

You just looked at him and the paper in his hands as a cold breeze hit your bare skin, tightening your nipples up even further as they perked up to the max. Goosebumps traveled down your legs as your arms struggled to rest at your sides rather than cover up fully. Slowly you reached out and took the piece of paper from him, trying to ignore the fact he had a complete view of your naked body.

The moment you had the paper in hand, you turned away and rushed over to the elevator, painfully aware of how your chest and ass jiggled with each step, ever so slightly. You’d walked around at home topless before, but it felt really weird in a place that wasn’t the comfort of your own home. At least your feet were covered, you thought, that was something. The doors of the elevator slid shut and you stared down at the paper in your hands.

Luckily your first class was quite close by, according to the map, just one floor down from here and then directly to your left. The subject apparently was English, which seemed strange to you. You’d gotten in on an art scholarship to study the arts, so why did you have English? Then you remembered something included in the information they’d sent you: on top of any specific courses, students also have several ones about general knowledge to make them well versed in many fields other than just their chosen specialty.

Reading this over almost made you forget for just a moment that you were naked inside of an elevator, but were quickly reminded of this when the elevator dinged and the door slid open to reveal an empty hall, resting at the top of some stairs. Deciding to hold the paper in front of your privates, you carefully move your head out of the elevator and look to your left and to your right. There didn’t seem to be anybody around. Were they all already inside? Which meant you might be late for your first class. Shit.

In a hurry you sussed out the location of your English class and moved toward the door. Inside you could hear murmurs, unable to make out what about. Stepping up the door you were just about to knock when they opened, much to your surprise. As you’d gone to knock, you briefly moved the paper to the side, which meant that as soon as the door opened, every student and the teacher that had opened the door got a perfect, clear view of your naked body. Your legs began to tremble and you whimpered ever so slightly as a strong hand grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you further inside.