Jo’s first class

The **** were still effecting the girl as the Principal gathered up some paperwork to show her her assigned locker, then onto her first class

“No,” the girl said still in a daze. “I shouldn’t be here.”

The Principal sighed. Always these types of girls were trouble. Taking the dazed girl over to the retinal scanner, she said, “What is this device, Jo?”

“A retinal scanner,” Jo replied flatly.

“And what does it do?”

“It identifies people.”

She **** the girl’s eye back on the retinal scanner. The details, “Jo Parks, 17, F,” along with some other information came up on the screen.

“And who does the scanner say you are?”

“Jo....Parks?” The girl asked

“Yes. You are Jo Parks. And how old does it say you are?”

“17?”

“So you are a 17 year old girl named Jo Parks.”

Her face got the confused look again. “I’m not a girl!”

The Principal sighed. Always, ALWAYS these girls wanted to grow up so quickly, thinking they were so much more mature than they were. It wasn't The first time she’d heard this line

“How old are you?” The Principal asked Jo.

The girl paused and thought briefly, her face screwed up with concentration. She finally shrugged and said, “17?”

“And because you are 17, you are not an adult. You are not a woman yet. You don’t get to make your own decisions.”

To drive her point home, the Principal lifted Jo’s skirt, and took Jo’s hand and placed it on her flattened crotch. “There is no penis here, Jo. You are not a boy or a man, either. So what does that make you?”

The girl paused, processing the information, rubbing the chastity belt through her panties as she pondered the question, struggling to answer it. “A... girl?”

“Good girl! So who are you?”

“Jo.... Parks?”

“And what are you?”

Another pause. “A 17... year old.... girl?”she said, obviously fighting the last remnants of the **** she’d inhaled.

She was still rubbing the front of her chastity belt. It was obvious to the Principal that this girl was quite promiscuous, probably ditching school to hook up with men. The belt was needed, as Jo would probably sleep her way through school, ignoring her classes. The Principal decided to keep it on her for a long while to make sure she remained focussed on her classes. The boys would have to wait

“Good girl. And where should 17 year old girl who isn’t old enough to make her own decisions be?” The Principal asked, leading this conversation to its conclusion.

“School?”

“Good girl! Yes, you are a junior in high school, Jo. “

“But I’m...” the girl started to say again. The Principal was done with this. She had to get the girl to her class, as she had other things to do than babysit.

“Jo Parks! You are a 17 year old girl! A junior in high school! Stop arguing about it. Enough of these complaints! Now let’s get you to your classes!”

The girl slumped slightly, obviously giving into the suggestions. The Principal marched her down he hallway, showing her her assigned locker, and then onto her first class, which had just started, cosmetology.

The Principal left Jo standing in the doorway, and walked over to the teacher, Mrs Williams.

Mrs Williams took great pride in her teaching skills, but knew that she had to walk the walk to reach her students. She was impeccably dressed in low heels, a pencil skirt, a silk blouse. Her makeup was immaculate, and not a hair was out of place on her head.

She also had high standards for her students. People in her classes should show that they cared about their appearance and followed her instruction. Her girls would wear makeup and apply it flawlessly. The occasional boy that showed up would keep himself clean, hair neat. Their appearances were a testament to what she taught so she demanded it of her pupils.

The Principal gave Mrs Williams some paperwork, whispering, “She’s a wild child. Watch her. Help her adjust to the fact that her truant days are over. She’s still somewhat groggy.”

Mrs Williams nodded, knowing just how to get Jo involved with the class curriculum.

Joe fidgeted standing in the doorway. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t leaving. He should turn around and just walk out. But he couldn’t. He was a junior in high school and needed to be here. But that didn’t seem right. He absentmindedly rubbed his chastity belt through his skirt.

The Principal introduced Jo to her new classmates. Some waved and greeted the new girl, noting her awkward stance and the way she kept touching herself.

The Principal wished Jo luck and walked out of the classroom, closing the door behind her. Joe turned to see the Principal go, then faced his new classmates. They were all girls, and all of them were attractive. While some of their haircuts and makeup were probably cutting edge chic, they were all good looking. Joe immediately liked being in this room until a painful attempt at an erection reminded him that he was locked up tightly. He hated the belt already.

He glanced around the room, seeing what he was now enrolled in. The room was essentially a beauty salon around the edges, with desks in the middle of the room. One side of the room had a few hair-washing sinks. Another had shelves with bins and supplies. A third wall had vanities with mirrors. The teachers desk sat at the front of the class.

Mrs Williams put her hands around Jo’s shoulders and gently guided the girl over to the sinks, sitting him in one of the reclining chairs. “Girls,” she said to her all-female third period class, “this is a good time to practice what we’ve learned. Jo, how do you feel about being helpful and allowing the class to work on you?”

Even though his mind was starting to clear, Joe was not really paying attention to Mrs Williams. He was struggling internally with why he couldn’t just walk out of there and leave, and why he was in a salon class.

Mrs Williams didn’t really wait for an answer, anyway. The girl was in her class and under her supervision. Jo was also a great candidate for a makeover, and somewhat needed it in her opinion. With the right makeup and attitude, she was sure this girl would be popular.

She grabbed a black cape that was draped over the back of the salon chair. She could see that the girl was internally wrestling with her thoughts after coming out of being processed. Before Jo could complain, she draped the black cape around Jo’s neck. Mrs. Williams leaned the chair back, depositing his head in the sink.

“She is all yours, girls,” the teacher said .

The classmates descended upon him. Joe enjoyed the being surrounded by the cute girls, but he slowly began listening to what they were saying. They were discussing colors, tones, what needed to be done and who would do what. He didn’t care. Hot teenage girls, surrounding him, he liked this. Until he realized what they were doing.

The immediately started working on every part of his body. A couple of girls attacked his hair, lathering it up while more went to work on his nails, pushing his cuticles down and applying some fake nails. His shoes and socks were taken off as his pedicure started. Joe began to squirm a little, but Mrs Williams told Jo to hold still and let the girls work on him. He did as told.

He was sat up and his hair was dried with a towel. It was then wet combed out. It was trimmed up a little, getting some layers while getting rid of some split ends, with Mrs Williams complaining that they didn’t have enough time to give the girl a proper hairstyle. Blow driers, curling irons, and hair spray assaulted his head, while other girls went to work on his face.

His brows were plucked into rather perfect model-like arches. Mrs Williams had tell him several times to hold still and this was why you shouldn’t let your brows get out of hand. Cosmetics were applied. False lashes, foundation, mascara, lip liner, eye liner...His brows were penciled in. He flinched as his ears were pierced, three times in one and twice in the other. He was being assaulted in so many directions, he couldn’t focus on much of anything

Girls began working on removing what little leg and arm hair Jo had with some disposable razors.

As the girls pushed his skirt up to shave his thighs, they noticed the chastity belt under his white cotton panties. Jo’s new classmates now understood why this girl was kind of out of things. She was a slut and had just been processed by the Principal. Joe sadly had no idea how fast gossip like this about the new girl would spread. Or how much the guys at school liked slutty girls

Joe disliked all of this fussing over him. Besides his junk trapped in the belt, his earlobes hurt from the small studs and two hoops the girls had inserted into his ears. He just wanted to be left alone, but he allowed them to work.

After what seemed like forever, the girls backed off, and Mrs Williams has Jo stand in front of the class as she critiqued their work. The brows were fine. The hair could have been done a bit more neatly. The eye makeup was spot on, but the blush could use some more blending.

Joe was finally allowed to put his shoes and socks back on, when he caught his reflection in a mirror. He was horrified to see that he looked like a 17 year old high school girl... but wasn’t that what he was? He knew he disliked the makeup and looking like this, but he chose not to say anything. For now.

His makeup looked almost identical to the other girls in the cosmetology class. A headband had been placed in Joe’s hair, now holding his softly curled hair out of his face. His doe eyes now looked out from perfectly feminine brows as his pink lips tingled from some plumping lip gloss the girls had applied. His false nails had been painted pink, as had his toes. Someone at some point had sprayed him with perfume, which he disliked as much as all the other things.

He should complain. He should wipe this stuff off of his face, he thought. But the other girls in the class were wearing it, so should he? No! He? She... was... a junior in high school, he knew, at least

He was struggling with these things when Mrs Williams gave Jo a textbook, assigned her a desk, and glanced at her watch. The period was just about over, so she gave the girls a chapter in the book to read as homework just before the bell rang. The class filed out into the hallway, pulling Joe along with the flow. He was studying his new schedule, trying to figure out where his next class, English, was.

Wendy, a perky attractive redhead with a beauty mark, noticed the new girl fumbling with her Cosmetology text book and her schedule. She knew where the new girl was, mentally, having been there. Wendy knew of the discomfort of the chastity belt and the fog of the indoctrination. Plus, the new girl could use a wing woman with the guys in the school. She decided to try to befriend her.

“Hi,” Wendy said, coming up to and smiling at Joe. Joe liked her immediately. Sexy school girl? Yes please! He was staring at her boobs as he slowly clutched his textbook to his chest, wondering what those looked like naked

“It’s Jo, right? I’m Wendy.”

“Hi,” Joe said softly, awkwardly shaking her hand, clutching the textbook to his chest. He was still unsure what was going on, other than he needed to get to his next class.

Wendy noticed Jo staring at her chest, then covered her own up with her textbook. Immediately, she thought Jo was comparing chest sizes. And truth be told, the girl could use a little help up top.

“Just so you know, I was in a belt like yours, too. You get used to it. But it helps you settle in.”

“I don’t like it!” Jo said, sagging as he thought about being trapped in it.

“It’s for your own good,” Wendy said.

She then looked at his schedule. “Looks like you’re in a lot of classes with me and we are off to English now with Mr. Marcone. He can be a dick. Stick with me. I’ll show you where your classes are.

“And... I saw you staring at my boobs...”

“Oh, gosh I’m sorry!” Joe said, embarrassed he’d been caught. “I was just...” he started to stammer.

Wendy laughed and hip checked him. “I know all kinds of boob tricks. I can show you them, if you’d like?”

Joe’s eyes went a little wide. “You’d do that? Just like that?” he asked, incredulously, thinking hot teenage girl had just offered to show him amazing things she could do to him with her breasts

“Of course! What are friends for!”

“Fantastic!” Joe replied, not realizing he had given Wendy the green light to help his bra padded chest look bigger.

The two continued walking and talking as Wendy led her new friend, weaving their way through the crowded halls, on to the next class. What Joe failed to notice while they walked was the number of boys checking out the hot new girl talking to Wendy.