Faltered for only a moment

Nurse Terry was the school’s first line of medical aid: A friendly, handsome young man who was rather obsessed over by more than one of the teenage sluts-in-training. His office was always open and available for any student to slip into and confidentially discuss any number of the physical or mental strains their specific areas of study could cause. While the algorithm and its many cocktails of vitamins and preventatives held back most of what might be considered traditional sicknesses amongst the student body, before they felt a single symptom. It was still judged necessary to have someone qualified to offer advice and specialist diagnoses to those whose daily education was particularly… strenuous on certain areas. At the same time… the exhibitionist nature of most of his charges meant he might very well not have a moment spare from looking at one set of genitals or another… if not for the threat of physical punishment for wasting his time.

"Ah… Miss Elizabeth, isn't it? I was told about you… Thank you for bringing her over, Fran."

The nurse turned his kindly smile towards the other student present, but used it to make clear that she was no longer needed. Franceska turned back toward class, but not before giving Beth's hand one more squeeze. She was still trembling over what had become of her friend… and the visceral reaction it had caused in her. Keeping her precarious cover was hard enough with this damn collar around her neck, recording everything she did. She could pretty much only communicate with her allies when she had one of their cocks buried in her throat, distracting its spy software. Showing she’d recognised Sean in the belly of the beast itself had been… foolish.

Back in the office, Beth was squirming nervously in her seat as the handsome nurse took stock of her temperature and blood pressure. Asking exactly what had happened back in the classroom. A hot prickle was burning across the back of her neck, but the adrenaline of her encounter with Fran had cleared out most of the dizziness. Above all, she just wanted to retreat back out of the limelight. Deal with the gaping void of who she was in her own time and in her own way.

"How are you feeling?" Asked Terry, looking deep into her eyes.

"O-okay now, I think… It was just… I-I thought I could… I could go back to class now!"

The school’s medical officer nodded, but made no indication that she should leave. The newly-christened young lady knew she couldn’t go until dismissed, though when she'd learned such a rule remained a mystery.

"How about in your head? Are you finding things very… confusing? Stressful? Are any of the other students bothering you?"

Terry flicked a glance towards the door, which Franceska had closed behind her. But Beth didn't notice… her eyes had dropped immediately to the ground at the question. Her resistance to delve into the whirlpool of conflicting feelings and disconnected memories that formed her mind, all too obvious.

The nurse put a hand gently upon his charge’s knee, such a far distance from the ruffled hem of her tiny skirt.

“Your mental health is just as important to us as anything else, sweetie. Especially considering… what you’ve been through. The point of this school is to teach you all to bring out the best in yourselves. To love what you do, and love learning to do it better. If you aren’t happy here... that means something is wrong. So all you need to do is tell us and we can fix that. You are safe here, Beth. We won’t let anyone hurt you… outside of the classroom.”

The tears came back… welling up through the now-femboy’s soul. Yet with them came all the yearning determination not to disappoint, not to let go of this chance to be a slut worthy of his love. There were so many things that Beth didn’t know or understand, but what she wanted was as clear as golden day.

“No! No… I-I’m fine. This is where I belong. I know that… I-It’s just… I don’t remember what I’ve been through. I don’t remember anything really… except the thirteen steps to correctly suck a cock, and that sort of thing… And there’s this one girl I think I recognise, but she doesn’t seem to know me at all. While this other girl…”

Beth’s explosion of frustrations faltered… an inner voice suddenly telling her to be careful, in case she got someone else in trouble. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to be any trouble for anyone.

“It doesn’t matter… I’m fine… I think I’m just tired. My body doesn’t stretch the way it’s supposed to. I must have got hurt, right? I just need to get into practice again… and it’ll all get easier!”

Terry studied the face of this transformed marvel. Looking for any signs of dishonesty or ****… but found nothing except innocence. It really was like watching an injury heal. A mind knitting itself back together just like flesh and bone would: making do with what was left and bridging over gaps with slightly porous tissue. It wasn’t pleasant to see or experience, by any means. Yet he also couldn’t say for sure that the difference would be noticeable when all was said and done. That any scarring would be more than temporary. Who was he to say that ‘Beth’ was any less fit for schooling than the rest of the often aphrodisiac-addled, hole-stretched students he looked after. Madame Stanfield’s instructions had been just to observe, so that was all he could do.

“Well… if you’re sure. Then, yes… you can go back to class. Just… take it easy for the moment, okay? I’ll send word to your teachers that you're excluded from homework tasks, for the moment. Just do some extra practice at your own pace in the evenings, instead.”

Beth smiled widely, wiping away the last of her tears with an offered tissue. A soldier ready to return to her ranks without complaint.