The next morning

When you woke up the next morning, you hoped that everything was just an nightmare. But when you opened your eyes and discovered around five pairs of high heels standing across the room, you knew that wasn't the case. You tried to stand up, but as you put weight on your feet, they began to hurt. "Shit." You cursed. If you wanted to walk around, which you had so you could use the toilet, you really had to put on heels. You slipped into the white sandals from the day before and stood up. You looked down on your feet and got your first real view of them. You thought the heels weren't looking so bad, if they just weren't on your feet. "ugh, toilet, toilet." You remembered the reason why you had stood up. As quickly as you could without twisting your ankle, you left your room and entered the bathroom. You felt really relieved as you took the piss. As you were already there, you washed yourself. After that you went back to your room and put your normal clothes on, except for the shoes of course. Once fully dressed, you left your living quarter.

"Holly shit, just how big is this this?" Rick asked still with the voice of woman while looking at a piece of paper.

"What are you looking at?" You asked and walked towards him.

"Earlier Clara brought us maps of the campus." Frank said while he checked his face in his pocket-mirror. He must have been up for some time, as his make-up was already fully done. "And she gave us time tables for the day." He handed you yours with his silver-coated nails.

You looked at it. "Shit, I'm put into Math." You weren't good at Math and didn't really liked it. "What are you doing?"

"Chemistry." Frank replied without hesitation. You knew that at your school he was one of the best there.

"Spanish, of course." Rick said annoyed that he not only had an Spanish accent, but also as an subject.

"Something with Business." Jack responded. He was sitting again on the couch. His shirt was bulging from his big breasts, which still weren't supported by a bra, which you saw as his nipples poked through.

"Linguistics." Mark said.

"And Chaz?" You asked after a short break, but nobody responded. You walked over to the table, where you spotted his schedule and skimmed it. You had to smile, as you read his subject. "If it wasn't such a serious matter, it would be funny. You put the paper down again and saw that the other boys also had a smile on their face.

Chaz' subject was Sex education.

"Good, then let's go get breakfast, before we begin with out current school life." Frank stood up walked towards the main door, followed by the others.

"What about Chaz?" You asked at least a little bit concerned about him.

"I checked on him earlier." Rick replied. "He is sobbing about his loss, but I think he will come out once he gets hungry."

"Or they will **** him out, like Clara said." Jack added with a wicked smile.