Conclusion

“And so it was, children,” Joseph Riley said with a smile, sitting on the corner of his desk facing his pupils, “that the Power of Our Lady Nicole spread throughout the land. First one, then two…”

“Truth revealed for me and you,” the children answered their part of the ritual taught through their holy catechism.

Joseph took a deep breath, as deep as he could in his corset, and enjoyed the lovely scent of his perfume. He remembered being a student himself, so many years earlier, and learning the same lessons, hearing the same stories, reciting the same catechism. Scanning the room, he saw boys and girls, all soon to enter their pubescent years. It would still be years before the boys would began to experience Nicole’s blessings. Their bodies would mature slowly throughout their first puberty, gaining unsightly hair, bulking up their arms, smelling funny. It can be quite traumatic for the boys, often requiring therapy. The best, it was decided years earlier, was to prepare them early, teach them what was coming, let them know that things would get better.

"I don't understand," young Nathan Upton whined, "Why do we have to get all icky first?"

"The ways of Our Lady Nicole are mysterious," Joseph said in a patient manner.

"For the benefit of all of us," the children, including young Nathan, concluded.

"I know it can be scary, Nathan," Joseph, sign-song voice rang once the children had quieted, "I remember feeling the same way you did. My first puberty was horrible. I grew to be over six feet tall, had thick, muscular arms, and started being interested in weight lifting."

A gasp from the children. Perfect. Sometimes grabbing their attention with a frightening story was all he needed to drive his point home.

"But then, after I became an adult, things changed," he continued, hopping to his heel-clad feet, enjoying the feel of his large breasts bounding beneath his blouse, "Not all at once. There are some advantages of Our Lady Nicole's slow revelation. For some it takes days, but others take longer. I have heard tell of a man who only fully blossomed after eleven years," Ignoring the sounds of alarm from the children, Joseph pressed on, "But even he received his blessing, and in the time that he waited, he was rewarded for his patience."

"Do you mean the thing?" Sally Bunting asked in her squeaky voice.

"Yes," Joseph continued, pacing in front of the class, feeling the cool breeze on his long, smooth legs, "The thing. Some of you have older siblings that might have talked about it. Some of your parents might even tell you. The thing. Men who mature slowly, who don't receive Our Lady Nicole's blessing early, they receive a boon." Joseph's mouth watered just thinking about it, "Men like me, men who have grown to their fullness, are predisposed to helping those poor souls who must wait. For them, we are a delight. Our bodies, our very beings, are agents of pleasure for them. Reality itself will bend and shape itself around them, giving them bliss they could hardly imagine. I assure you, their time is not spent in agony, but in indulgence."

Joseph's mind flitted away at the though, remembering the previous weekend where he had run into a young man at the grocery store, perhaps twenty-two years old, who had not yet begun to blossom. The man had been wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with an ironic slogan printed on the front. His face had been scruffy, his manor had been slovenly. Immediately Joseph had know what he was to do. As it was for all who lived under Our Lady Nicole's light, Joseph had been drawn to the man to reward his patience. For the entire weekend Joseph had been the young man's treat, a fantasy fulfilled. Joseph's home had been transformed into an extension of the young man's fantasy, furniture replaced by cushions, a giant four-posted bed placed in the now-huge master bedroom. Harem-girl costumes had replaced every stitch of clothing.

It had been marvelous.

Joseph danced. Joseph sucked. Joseph pleased the young man in every way the young man could dream of. At the end of the weekend, sweaty, covered in cum, heart filled with Our Lady Nicole's joy, Joseph had thanked the young man, whose name he had never learned. Instead, the entire time he'd just called him 'Master'.

"What's it like?" Nathan asked, his hand in the air, "The thing."

Snapping back to reality, Joseph returned to his perch and hopped back up on to his desk, "You're a bit young to learn about that, Nathan," he answered through smiling, painted lips, "suffice to say it's a lovely experience. Everybody feels delightful at the end of it. You have nothing to fear."

"But I don't want to wear dresses," Nathan said quietly.

"Nathan, dear," Joseph said with kindness in his voice, "You don't have to. The most important thing is you be who you need to be. Right now you are Nathan, a wonderful boy who loves his toy cars and playing tag. You be that boy. When Our Lady Nicole decides that your time has come, she will not **** you into anything. She places a seed in your heart which grows and blossoms. Every one of us will one day flower..."

"...through the glory of Our Lady's power." came the answer.

"But I..." Nathan began again, but could not continue. The bell indicating recess cut through the air, causing all questions to fall to the floor. Now was not the time for worries. Now was the time for play. Soon the children would be in the sunshine, the worries of the future all but forgotten. When they returned, health class would be over, and it would be time for math, a subject that came with less anxiety.

As the children filed out of the room, Joseph paced to the window, feeling the warm sunlight on his painted face. Life was good. The ancient days, times of war and unrest, were far behind them. Thanks to Our Lady Nicole the world had been set right. He was so glad to have been born when he was, live the life he had been given.

Movement outside caught his eye. A man in his mid-twenties was making his way on the sidewalk past the school. The poor thing had yet to begun to blossom, as indicated by the suit he was wearing. Normally Joseph would say a quick prayer for the man, hoping that his time would soon come, but he could feel it, the calling of Our Lady Nicole. Without thinking, he moved as quickly as his heels would take him out of the classroom, down the hallway. At the front door of the school was a hanger containing an outfit that Joseph immediately knew was for him. At a mad pace, he stepped into an empty classroom, discarded his work clothes, and poured himself into the sexy secretary outfit that Our Lady Nicole had left for him.

Picking up the file folders that had appeared on the desk nearest the classroom door, Joseph sprinted outside to follow the man.

"Sir!" he called, "Sir! I'm know you're on your way home, but I just came across so many things that need your attention," Joseph held the folders out in front of him, "Would it be alright if I came home with you? I know you like your work-life balance, but I promise I can make it up to you."

The man's eyes grew hungry and lecherous, just the friendly look Joseph had learned to love over the years.

"Alright slut," the man answered in a warm, accepting manner, "Follow me. Let's see where this leads."

And Joseph did. And he couldn't have been happier.