Catch up with the class

Jesse arrived at Stanfield’s just in time to catch the gap between classes. He hurried up through the throngs of milling student sluts, to find his own gaggle of scantily-clad friends. He paused for a second, at the bottom of the stairs… just to marvel at how pretty they all were. How each one had slowly began taking form as their own niche of lewd attraction, just like those third years they’d been introduced to, right at the start of their studies. Each wore the same uniform as he did, of course… but around that so much had changed.

Franceska came first, tall and ferocious. Her long hair had been shaved down one side, but layered feather-like upon the other. The most striking part was her new tattoos though: winding up her arms and meeting above her cleavage. ‘Live Ink’, it was called… jet black patterns that seemed to be constantly in motion, swirling hypnotically beneath her skin. Many of their classmates had balked at the idea of such permanent augmentations to their natural, algorithm-gifted beauty. But for Fran they fit perfectly, showing off that fierce and feisty edge she had… which masters and clients so loved to tease out and stand tall over.

Lizzy walked beside her, bob cut black hair dyed half gleaming gold down the middle. Every week she seemed to become slightly more polished and corporate-looking. Her shy, meek nature transforming into quiet, polite professionalism. The perfect trophy secretary to stand patiently in the corner of some high-rise office, ready to welcome visiting businessmen at a moment’s notice. More and more she seemed to disappear off with Mr Carter, even skipping school-days to accompany him for algorithm-knows-what secret meetings and rendezvous.

Next came Beth, always seeming to try and hide in the others’ shadow… despite actually having more verticality than any of them. Gazing after Lizzy’s behind with that faraway look she sometimes got. The late-joining sissy had managed to come out of her shell a little over the month they’d known her, but was still clearly playing catch-up with the rest of the class in confidence. Whispered gossip among some of the other students about why such an awkward, gangly femboy was enrolled in this supposedly ‘highest tier’ institution certainly didn’t help. Jesse and co. rallied around her to fend off such pernicious cruelty, though… and Mrs Durren had certainly done her best. Her lanky, angular outlook was now a neon-candy marvel: all teal and shocking pink pigtails. The eye-grabbing outrageousness of such affectations serving to smooth over where the algorithm’s hormone treatments clearly hadn’t taken enough hold yet. Jesse still wondered what on earth could have made the poor thing such a late bloomer… but was sure she’d be suitably feminised in no time.

Finally, bringing up the rear of the pack, came Suzy. Dear Suzy. The golden ringlets of Jesse’s truest love danced from side to side as he delicately tried to get Beth to stand up straight and walk in a suitably whoreish manner. The independently-raised femboy really seemed to have taken it upon himself to act as older sister to this latest addition to the group. Perhaps from the same, motherly tendencies that had initially drawn him to Jesse. His constantly chiding commands to ‘stand up straighter’ or ‘sway your hips more’, might have sounded harsh from an outside view… but not even Fran would rush forward faster if anyone else dared pass criticism.

Jesse was still as infatuated with his Daddy-obsessed femboyfriend as ever, caught out of breath by the way the light reflected off his halo of angel-blonde hair. Being taken under the wing of the ‘Frilled Nightmare’ had somehow resulted in Suzy taking on a look somewhere between Little Bo Peep and a 1950’s Hollywood starlet. Purest farmgirl innocence meets fast-talking, swashbuckled glamour. The sissy from Home 23 still could not quite believe he got to greet such beauty with an open-mouthed kiss each morning… and be bent over by it more than once before most days’ end. He loved that magnificent creature just a little more each day, and knew Suzy felt exactly the same way too. Their inseparability the glue that held all the rest of the group in orbiting admiration. Each one had made love to all the others in a thousand different ways by now, after all… It just didn’t change who belonged to who, romantically.

There was one member of their regular collective who wasn’t present however, and Jesse asked after her immediately:

“Where’s Binita?”

Suzy’s smile to see one returned to the pack was warm and wide… but it didn’t stop a crease of the brow in answer to the question. Their hermaphrodite friend hadn’t been seen all morning.

“We don’t know… Must’ve been hired for an all-nighter.”

It wasn’t exactly unusual, these days, for a customer to be enjoying the company of one of them so much that they’d extend the rental through a morning as well. They’d all turned up to classes tousle-haired and yawning, still wearing yesterday’s outfit stained with red wine and bodily fluids. Such were the signs of a successful, young slutwife-to-be moving up in the world. Still… classmate camaraderie made them at least worry a little over every absentee. A very enthusiastic client often meant a very sore little whore when you came wobbling back into the fold. And classes missed only meant more catchup later… even if it was from earning the school another healthy donation. Madame Stanfield wouldn’t stand for her more popular playthings falling behind. Jesse himself was more than aware of that. He expected he’d see his brown-skinned friend later, for some of Ms Julian’s remedial tuition.