You enter Saint Felicity's.

You blink back tears as the full enormity of the transformation sinks in. Your male clothes are now ill-fitting, hanging loose over some of your body, yet tightly stretched and constricting in others. You clutch the bundle of the newly issued uniform to your chest, hiding the soft mounds that have sprouted beneath your shirt from the other freshly made girls around you. Although all of you knew what would happen when you arrived at Saint Felicity's, the speed and efficiency in the manner of your court-sentenced makeover leaves nearly all the former young men stunned. You can hear a couple of the new arrivals sobbing girlishly. The security staff come forward, taking control of the situation while you are all too stunned and cowed to react.

"You, you, you and you follow us," A tall woman, with her dark hair tied back in a ponytail, points to yourself and some of those around you.

Numbly, you shuffle closer to the woman and the male security guard standing beside her. Glancing around you nervously, you see that the pair you had heard the nurse call Jeremy and Ned are among your group. The last to be included is a slim black girl with an unruly mass of tightly curled afro hair. The security guard has to step forward and tap the black girl on the shoulder and repeat her command, as the girl seems in complete shock and is staring at her slim hand and tugging at her long curly hair in disbelief. Your small group is hustled towards the entrance of the imposing building, each new girl clutching her uniform bundle. You enter a large foyer with a pair of grand staircases curving upwards on each side, and you are shepherded up the staircase on the right.

"Hey! Fresh meat!" A girl's voice calls out from above.

You look up to see two girls dressed in tartan skirts, white shirts and blazer jackets leaning over the bannisters near the staircase on the second floor. The one who called out is a tall, light-skinned black girl, her shoulder-length hair much looser curled than the girl in your group. She laughs and raises two fingers up to her mouth and spreads them apart and then thrusts out her tongue through the V of her fingers. You feel a hot blush on your cheeks as the meaning of her crude gesture is obvious. The girl beside her, with short black hair cut in a pageboy bob, lifts her red plaid skirt. The girl has no panties on under the skirt; the display of her shaven or waxed clean pussy makes your cheeks burn even hotter.

"Jem, back again so soon?" The girl exposing her hairless pussy shouts down and wiggles her hips with her skirt hiked up. "They made you real tiny this time. Gonna see you real soon."

"Cut that out, you two," The male guard shouts up at them. "Jenkins, Tyson, shouldn't you be in class?"

"We got a free period." The black girl shouts back, and both girls giggle at the last word. "A free hour, I mean, not the other kind."

"Yeah? Well, you knock it off, or I'll have both of you belted for a week." The woman guard threatens.

You don't understand the threat, but whatever it meant, it is enough that both girls turn around and run off down a hallway. The sound of their feminine giggles recedes as they scamper away. You glance down beside you to the tiny girl that was the big brute, Jeremy Jackson, just a few minutes ago. The greeting seemed to have been directed at her personally. She is nearly a head shorter than you with a sweet angelic face, petite figure and short gingery hair. She bites her lip nervously, although her expression is a strange mixture of fear and excitement.

"Jem?" You say to the small girl.

"Yeah, I was here last year. That was my name while I was here." She answers, looking up with bright green eyes. "Guess I must look the same as last year, just smaller."

You have a lot of questions for Jeremy, or Jem, if they have been at Saint Felicity's before, but they will have to wait. The security guards herd the four girls in your small group off again, and you are hustled along hallways until you are in a long corridor with numerous doors on either side. You notice that each of the doors is fitted with electronic locks. You are stopped by one of these doors, and a security guard unlocks it with a swipe of a keycard.

"This is your dorm room, girls," The woman with the ponytail informs you. "On each bed is a box; all male clothing and any other personal effects will be put in the box with your name. You will change into your uniforms. You have thirty minutes to make yourself presentable before we return and continue your arrival process."