Talk to Maggie

Maggie is a cute brunette with an easy smile, a little taller than you and maybe a couple of years older.

You ask Maggie, “what do you know about Rutherford?”

“Well, I've been here off and on for about six years now,” she says, smiling. “What you might call tuneups, you know? So I guess I know a bit about the place. The other girls are nice, which is great. The faculty are cruel bastards - but that's why I like them. They know what they want and don't take any bullshit from us."

“Do you know where my male body is?” You ask hopefully.

Maggie's eyes grow wide. “Shh!” she hisses. “We're not allowed to talk about that. Besides it might be moot. Your new body might be anywhere in the real world. Some alumni end up in new countries whilst others are swapped with their former wives. You never know.”

“Oh.” You frown. You don’t know where your new body is in the real world. You need to find that out. “Do you know Sophie?”

She smiles. “Sophie Carruthers? Sure, I know her. She came through maybe three years ago. Tough nut to crack, she was, but she came around in the end. She used to be in room 208, I think. Say, don't you have the same Guardian? TRAINER? I'm envious."

“So you know of TRAINER? Have you heard anything about the Roissy?” You ask.

"Nope, don't know anything about it." Maggie responds.

“Maggie, tell me about the Dean,” you prompt her.

She smiles shyly. “I'm assigned personal maid duty to him this semester,” she says huskily. “I swear, my ass has been beaten so raw, I can hardly ever even sit!”

You giggle at her response. Not laugh but a girlish giggle. “Yeah, I can imagine. What about the School Nurse?”

“She's in the office, if you want to see her."

“So they give us spankings?”

"Well, you'll get your fair share of that here, honey, especially since you're new."

“The Library, what can you tell me about that?”

"You should have gotten a Guide to Rutherford in your room. Check it out; it lists where to find everything, on the last page I think."

“So what do you think about me?” You ask curiously.

She smiles. “I like you so far,” she says, grinning. “At least you're not one of those screamers - God, the involuntaries can be a pain in the ass sometimes. If you're smart, take a hint from me: make yourself scarce on days when an involuntary is due to show."

“So... um.. what about, you know, Sex...?” You ask with a shrug.

"Read the Rules and Regulations,” she says. “Basically, we're not allowed, except under specific circumstances - during Aversion Therapy, Sex Training, and when we're doing Personal Maid service for the faculty."

“Aversion Therapy? What the hell is that?” You gasp.

"What is it? Well, it depends on how far you've progressed school-wise. You'll probably be started with aggression aversion therapy. Basically they get you and one of the other girls to have sex. Whenever you behave, sexually speaking, like you're a man with a woman - a little too invasive with the tongue, or holding your partner down, hair pulling, and so on - they'll give you a small electric shock. Oh yeah, I forgot to say: the whole time you're wearing this dildo thingy, that can shock you from the inside."

“I’m almost embarrassed to ask... Sex Training - What does that involve?” You prompt.

"Well, basically, the faculty teaches you how to please a man. You'll figure it out.” She assures you.

“Uh Huh. Can you tell me what the Personal Maid training is all about?” You query.

"Oh, that's basically where you go do what needs doing at a Faculty member's house - laundry, house cleaning, whatever he wants. Depending on who you get, though, he might use up the whole time either fucking you or fucking with your head." She tells you with a little too much enthusiasm. Sounds like she’d be happy with either.

“This is our lounge right?”

"Yeah. It's a nice lounge, isn't it?" Maggie grins.

“Man. I can’t believe I have tits,” you comment as you think of another question.

She smiles. “They can be a bit difficult to adjust to, I know. At first they're always there, blocking your view, in your way, always touching your forearms, or flopping around, hanging and dangling and bouncing. And have you noticed yet how much time men spend staring at them? Anyway, you'll get used to it.” She says. “They’ll grow on you.” She jokes

“Ha ha,” you groan. “Breasts and a Pussy, oh my.” You state.

"Trust me, if it feels weird, you know, anatomically, to be built that way down there - it's perfectly normal. Just remember that we're built specifically so guys can insert cocks into us. I could probably put that more delicately but it's true."she confides.

“Wow. You really are into men.” You observe.

"Don't worry, Janet, it'll all come naturally to you. Just try to think of them as the opposite gender - because that's what they are now for you."

You nod and look out the window at the garden as you think.

"It's a nice garden, isn't it?" She says.

You nod absently. “So the faculty. What about them. The teachers?”

"Oh, they're not so bad,”she replies. “There're a couple that maybe enjoy using the cane too much, but they all have our best interests at heart." She beams.

“Yeah, I bet. Hey we’ve been talking about me a lot. What about you? What’s your story?” You ask.

She blushes. “Well, my situation's different from a lot of girls here. Most of them end up beautiful girls in relationships with cruel strangers.” She sighs.

“Me, I'm an involuntary who happened to think that the most beautiful girl in the world was my wife. My wife happened to think that I didn't deserve to be the man in the family, so she demoted me to wife, and promoted herself to husband - and heir to a pretty large fortune.”

She smiles. “I could complain about it, but you know - our sex life is phenomenal. And not just because I've been conditioned to like this. Here's what I think is behind it: she went to a lot of trouble and expense to make me Maggie. He could have just killed me and dumped my body somewhere. He didn't, because he wanted me to know, every day of my life, that he'd beaten me. Thathe'd bested me, emasculated me. He wanted to fuck me, physically and emotionally.”

“But you know, after a while, wanting to fuck me started to turn into wanting me. Wanting to own me. To possess me. And by that time I wanted desperately for him to own me.”

“We had a little chat, about a year after he'd feminized me. We cut through a lot of crap, and realized that the fact was, he made a better man than I ever did, and I made a pretty good woman. He was in charge, and I liked that. And while he liked knowing that I'd given up any claim to manhood, knowing that I had surrendered completely to him, he'd long since stopped being angry at me for having been in charge for so long. The anger was gone, and here was this beautiful, submissive, eager girl, who was his wife.”

Maggie smiles at you. “So you see, one way in which I'm different from the others is that I remember my old name, quite well. It's my husband's name now.”