Agree to go to lunch as a girl

"Fine," you shrug. "If you say so. I'll dress up."

"Perfect!" Saoirse nods. "Get naked then. Ashley, get her dressed."

You unbutton your shirt, tossing it to the ground, before kicking off your shoes and socks. You don't even blush as you pull your pants and underwear off, your shaved cock popping free. Ashley moves forward, grabbing your cock to tuck it between your legs, before it hardens in her hand.

"Oh, has the little girl gotten her itty bitty clitty hard?" Ashley says, as her hand begins stroking your cock, her grip tightening as she jacks you off.

You groan, leaning back as Ashley keeps jacking you off. She leans in, her soft lips gently kissing her way up your neck. She reaches another hand down, stroking your balls. She pushes her crotch against the side of your hip, grinding against you.

"Come on, cum, sweetie, cum in mommy's hands," Ashley whispers.

Ashley tightens her grip, rolling your balls around in her hand and tugging your cock harder and harder. You groan, spurting your cum into her hand and onto the floor. Ashley leans in, holding up her fingers, which are now dripping with your cum, long, sticky strings of salty cum dripping down from her fingers.

"Come on, baby, eat it all up so you can grow up to be big and strong," Ashley says.

Ashley holds her cum-covered fingers in front of you. You dart out your tongue, licking her fingers clean as the click gloop runs down your tongue. You gag at the taste for a moment, but Ashley strokes the back of your head, forcing her fingers into your mouth so you have to lick them clean.

"Good girl," she says, leaning in as she presses her mouth to your face, her tongue entering your mouth as she licks the last bits of your cum out of it, before pulling back.

"Good baby. Come on, let's put your big girl panties on now," she says, leaning over to the laundry basket and pulling out a lacy pink pair of panties.

She tucks your cock between your legs, taping it in place as she slides your panties up. She quickly gets you dressed in a bra with stuffing, a school shirt and a skirt. She pulls some old, knee-length socks up your legs, and pops on your shoes. The other girls help Ashley with your make-up, and you're good to go.

"Come on, Jacqueline, let's go," Ashley says, giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

She takes your hand, as you get to work walking to the cafeteria. Thanks to the make-up, you don't look too hungover, so the teachers don't get any wind that you were one of the kids drinking last night. However, since many, many other students are pale-faced, slumped in their seats and staring down at their food, you don't think they would've noticed anyway. Hell, every few minutes, people rush to the bathroom to vomit up what little food they've eaten. Yeah, you're not getting caught. You walk over to the counter, buying yourself a chicken salad. You don't want Jacqueline's slender figure being lost.

You find a seat, and begin munching away at your greens with the other girls. Saoirse points out that you've gotten a fair few looks from the other guys, and you try not to giggle at that, and just eat your salad in silence while the girls talk about last night.

"Well, to sum it all up, last night was a great success," Saoirse smiles as the conversation and your brunch comes to a close. "What say we go to town and get a few cocktails to celebrate? Enjoy our day off"

"Perfect," you nod. "Shall we

So far, your stay in the school has been pretty terrific. You really have to thank your parents for sending you here some day. The food's average, the teachers aren't the nicest, the schoolwork is hard, but dammit, none of that matters, because the odds are really in your favor here. Except when you're a chick, then the odds are against you and you're in the majority, but that's besides the point.