Shown to his dorm

The dormitory was a room with two long rows of beds and no opportunity for privacy. Other boys in girl's clothing sat along the rows of beds, doing homework, reading, or talking to one another. They all stood to attention when the headmaster entered.

"Sissies, this is Martha, your newest student. Martha, you make take the bed between Josephine and Emily."

Martin sat his bag down on one of the beds, in between "Josephine," a tall, skinny boy with curly blonde hair and "Emily," who, if Martin didn't know better, he would have said was a real girl.

The room seemed to relax when the Headmaster left, Martin chatting with his new bed neighbors.

"The first couple weeks is the hardest," Jo sympathized as he flipped through his student handbook. There was so much information. It was making his head spin.

"It's a lot," Emily agreed. "I've had three freshman years." He laughed a little. "Most people leave after only two."

"That's where you get your lovely figure," Jo teased. Emily blushed, covering his breasts with one arm.

According to the handbook, estrogen supplements were put into all the sissies food. Looking around the room, Martin saw small budding breasts even on the slender boys, as well as a notable lack of facial hair.