Free points are Free points

deciding there's no good reason not to check the box, you do so, and promptly hand the paperwork to one of the staffers. she quickly looks it over, and her face shortly turns to one of confusion.

"Transformation? but you were already transformed yesterday, weren't you? why check this box?"

"Well, i-"

"ohh, i think i see what you're getting at!" she says triumphantly. "you're saying you'd like to enhance your feminine features!."

"What? no, i just-"

"now now, no need to be coy, it's good that you're proving to be so eager about this. if only the rest of our students were this cooperative! please just wait one moment, i'll quickly calibrate one of the machines for you." The woman quickly steps over to one of the transformation device's interface pads and taps a few buttons, and already you are kicking yourself for being so foolish as to think you could really just get 'free points.' but its clear these people aren't going to let you back out now. Already a guard has moved to flank you to ensure you don't get any funny ideas.

"Alright, should be ready for you, just go ahead and hop in!" she instructs. the guard is all to happy to 'help' you undress and get you into the device, which once again activates its restraints to hold you in place as it hums to life, and now all the memories of yesterdays trauma come flooding back as you once again feel an array of pin pricks over your body as this machine injects you with god knows what. after a minute or so, it stops, and you are released. stepping disoriented out of the machine, its clear the changes are far less drastic this time, but nonetheless very obvious. your breasts are much larger, your hips much wider, your hair longer, and your ass much more round and generous. you look like every man's wet dream.

"you look great! with a body like that im sure you'll go far. but we better re-take your measurements now, you'll need a different uniform size!" the woman says, once again sizing you up before allowing you to re clothe yourself in your now ill-fitting school uniform.

you hear a whistle from nearby as a familiar face approaches you "daaaamn girl, you looking fine as fuck." The blonde boy says as he essentially eye-fucks you. "you're really taking this whole thing in stride, huh. with that body, you'd gonna sell like crazy as a street girl!"

"this...this wasn't the plan at all!" you say defensively, trying in vain to get your clothes to cover more than they can.

He raises an eyebrow "it wasn't the plan to look more like a thick, fuckable whore when you checked the 'yes daddy pwease transform me uwu' " option?

"i thought-"

He scoffs "don't tell me you really thought they'd jut give you points since you already had a pussy? holy fuck, you did! man that's rich!" its all he can do to not burst out in laughter, while for your part you look red as a tomato.

"c'mon man...girl...you gotta admit it's a *little* funny. Well, i guess i'll leave you to...be more feminine." he snorts. "oh, by the way, i don't think i introduced myself yet- my name is Ja-AHHH, FUCK!" He convulses for a moment and grabs his neck. "Fucking things are devious. can't even say my real name. well, in that case...my name is Jasmine."

"...Jessica"

"right- see you forth period, Jessica" he says while still rubbing his neck as he walks away. and with that, you are left to regret your life choices and find your way to your first class on your own, being let out along with all the other 'students' from the gym.

you manage to find it easily enough. "Feminization and socialization training" it's called, you loathe the number of ideas running through your head as to what that could entail. There are already several other people in the room, which, to your relief, looks mostly like a normal class room. the exception being a large wardrobe and cabinet full of feminine clothes and god knows what else in the back.

you awkwardly find yourself a seat and wait for...something to happen, you suppose. the surreal nature of your situation has far from lost its effect and only becomes more pronounced as nothing happens. some of the others are whispering about something, a group huddled together around a single boy who is speaking to the rest of them. leaning in, it becomes clear that he is attempting to convince others to join him in trying to resist, either an escape attempt or a revolt of some sort. However, this talk is cut short as the door swings open and a stern-looking woman in a suit walks in. with busty d-cup breasts and a stern, experienced, yet somewhat young face, you could almost be convinced she was just a younger, blonde clone of the headmistress. She promptly makes her way to the desk at the front center of the room and spends a few moments looking over her 'class', allowing the tension in the air to build-then speaks.

"Welcome, students, to the first true day of your new lives. I am Miss Hannel, and you shall address me as such. This class is first of your core curriculum for a reason- it is the most important. here we will teach you all the skills and traits you will need to, in essence, act like well behaved girls for your new masters. speaking of which....

Miss Hannel calmly approaches the students and makes her way nonchalantly to the desk of the boy who had been talking to the others before class. Without and warning, she produced a wood ruler from her sleeve and ran it across the boy's ass, only half-covered and rode up in his seat. he jumps up with a curse in a mix of shock and pain.

"WE DO NOT TOLERATE CONSPIRACIES AMONG OUR STUDENTS!" she announced. "this type of behavior is the first thing that must be rooted out for your education to proceed!" she spoke as she grabbed the boy by his collar and pulled him to the front of the class.

"Get off of me you crazy bitch! this is sick and you know it! you can't keep us here like animals!" the boy cursed and struggled as he was brought to the front of the class, but once the headmistress activated his shock collar, he tensed up then went limp for a moment before falling over onto her desk

"You are here to become something more, something better. that you would deny the generosity of our esteemed institution shows a lack of humility. This type of attitude is most harmful to your progress- and it ends here." With that, Ms. Hannel turned from the class to the unruly and unlucky student that would be the focus of her demonstration. she placed one hand on the back of his head and flipped up his school skirt with her other, revealing the panties he had been **** to wear, like all the others. "All of you pay attention, we have ways of disciplining disobedient students besides turning them into real girls." she explained as she pulled down his panties, revealing his caged cock and butthole to the class.

"the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch?" the boy protested. Hannel gave him no answer, instead, she ran her hand across his ass. he grunted in pain, struggling against her, yet somehow too weak to overcome her. another slap, then another, then another, his grunts slowly turned into yelps and eventually he began begging her to stop

"You've been a very naughty girl, Emily! you will learn to respect this institution and its staff! apologize to me and your classmates for disrupting!"

"F-fuck you! my name is er-AHHH" the boy shook as his collar remote activated again"

"Still resisting, hm? this calls for **** measures!"

to your, and everyone elses shock, Ms. Hannel pulls up her own skirt to reveal an unmistakable bulge in her panties, she pulls them down to confirm everyone's suspicions- She has a cock, and a pretty big one at that. it's clear to everyone what the '**** measures' will be even before she grabs tightly a hold of Emily's neck and lines her large rod up against his asshole.

"Y-you..cant..." emily mutters, defeated.

"You''l learn to take it like a girl. and to behave. LIKE. A. GIRL!" Ms. Hannel announces as she drives her member deep into Emily's rear.

The entire class watches in stunned silence, or perhaps fear, as ms. Hannel mercilessly reams Emily's butt, stretching it wide with each cruel thrust, all while the poor student struggles and grunts in futile frustration, his humiliation made open for all to see.

"This...will...teach...you..to obey. your. teachers!" she declared as she continued to **** Emily's ass with a flurry of slaps. "You know what? since you've decided to disrupt my class with this, i might as well turn it into a learning experience." Turning back to the rest of you, she announces "all of you, pay attention, i'm going to have Emily here help me give you your first lesson on accepting your new roles- how to have an orgasm without that thing between your legs!"

With that, she suddenly pulls Emily up off her desk. The poor boy can barely make sense of what's happening as she readjusts his position, placing him in front of her while she sits back on her desk. She then grabs him by the waist, easily lifting him up onto her lap, then grabbing his legs to lock him into a nelson position.

"w-what are you do-iiinnnnnggggg" Emily squeals as Hannel again invades his rear, this time placing the invasion on full display for the rest of you.

It is truly a shocking sight to behold, and one that will clearly send the intended message to the students, Ms. Hannel claims that this is meant to be a learning opportunity, but it is clear that she is enjoying this far more than strictly necessary. For Emily, he can do little more than gasp, grunt, and struggle meekly as Hannel destroys his masculinity before your eyes in real time.

Then, as Hannel picks up her pace, seeming to approach climax, Emily's own body betrays him, and as Hannel wraps her arms around him, holding him firm while she unloads inside he abused ass, he too cums, the ropes shooting out from his caged penis onto the floor. With a huff, Hannel lets him go, and he quickly falls limp onto the ground before her.

"That...*huff*...class, was a sissygasm." she says, gesturing to Emily "i hope you were all paying attention, because that is the ONLY way any of you ladies will be cumming from now on! now, as for you..." Ms. Hannel grabs the beleaguered Emily by the collar, pulling him up and guiding him behind her desk. "I think it's best you spend the rest of class apologizing for your disruption. first- apologize to them for interrupting their education!"

through gritted teeth, Emily struggles out the words "i'm...sorry..." hanging on every syllable. "good, now, get below my desk, and don't come up unless told to! you're to spend the rest of class apologizing to me with that slutty mouth of yours." Ms. Hannel commands, grabbing him again by the neck and pushing him under her desk.

The rest of the class is spent teaching all of you how to be what Hannel calls 'proper ladies.' you watch a video on acceptable female attire, makeup, speech patterns, how to walk in heels, and how to please your master and be obedient. You are then each made to try your best to emulate the instructions, and when you all invariably fail, you receive slaps on the ass by a ruler, or a shock in your collar, or some other such cruelty. eventually, the class finally ends. Emily emerges from under Hannels desk as you are about to be dismissed, his face covered in spunk and looking down, too ashamed to look elsewhere.

"before you go, class, i'd like to draw your attention to something- by now you've likely all noticed how you each have a small light on your collars- and that it is green." she explained, pointing to the light on Emily's collar. "but these collars have three color settings- Green, yellow, and red. Green is the normal setting, and means the student is behaving within acceptable bounds. Red means the student is currently actively resisting staff or attempting to escape. but what i want to draw your attention to is the yellow setting. This means the student has misbehaved in some way and is marked as being disciplined. as such, all members of staff may demand sexual favors from the student during non class or sleep hours."

This revelation made Emily's eyes go wide for a second, he looked as though he is on the verge of tears as he looks down in defeated shame, you instinctively touch your own collar as you hear this.

Nevertheless, with that you are dismissed- 'free' to go on to your next class.

your next class- orgasm training. the name alone has you reviling all the ideas that intrude into your mind as to what humiliation is next. when you reach the room, you find it looks nothing like a classroom at all, there are no desks or chairs, just these large...pillars with sets of leather straps and buckles on them. The other students stand around awkwardly and speak with one another, mostly frustrated and angry murmerings of how fucked up all this- but thankfully none dumb enough to repeat Emily's mistake of trying to incite a rebellion.

Everyone goes quiet as the door opens once again, and a young and cheery, but knowledgeable looking woman in a Nurse's outfit enters, followed by a large group of other women in scrubs. All of this is beginning to give you and the other victims a picture of where this is going, and you don't like it.

"Welcome, students, to your first Orgasm training class! Now, i'm sure many of you are pent up after we had to put those cages on you- but it was for your own good! have no fear, though, for this class is all about teaching you how to cum like good girls, no need to stroke those useless things between your legs." she says with unwavering cheerfulness. you wonder how much of it is an act versus her truly believing the nonsense shes spouting.

"My lovely assistants here will pair up with each of you and help you with your first session." she says as the women in scrubs fan out to approach each of you. you are found by an older looking woman, with a weathered but warm expression, and quite ample curves. in any other situation, you wouldn't at all mind her getting handsy with you, it's quite a cruel joke.

"hello there, girl, why don't you just remove your undergarments and hop up on the training pillar there. I know you're probably feeling a lot of things right now- but i assure you, you will enjoy this." she offers. it's cold comfort, but you don't have a choice anyway. Reluctantly, you do as she says, finding yourself on the pillar and swiftly bound at the hands and legs in leather straps, your exposed ass and pussy exposed to the open air and facing her as the straps **** you into a pseudo-doggy position.

"Ah, i see you've gone ahead with the elective transformation, excellent- and what a transformation it was, might i add, your body has adapted quite well to the changes! this allows us to skip a few steps." she says warmly. "Were going to begin now, the purpose of this training is to teach your body how to experience pleasure and orgasm in your new form. i assure you, soon you wont remember or want to come the old way ever again. now, just try and relax and open up, it makes this much easier." as she talks to you you can hear a slap of rubber as she puts on a pair of gloves, then takes a small, pink object out of her pocket that is difficult to make out in your position. a second later, you feel something being pressed against the top of your new pussy, a click, then a buzzing sound. at once, your body begins to react as wave after wave of vibrations against your privates send you through a turbine of new kinds of pleasure you've never known before. your first instinct is to try and resist, hold it all in. you feel as though, despite everything youve already endured, if you allow this 'training' to overcome you, you will have accepted defeat in some way.

"please, do not resist or try to hold it in, it is quite pointless. just try and relax and enjoy the experience. you have nothing to be ashamed of or fear, were just trying to teach you how to enjoy your new body." The nurse chastises you gently, the vibrations increase in power and soon no amount of mental fortitude can hold back the coming orgasm. as finally you reach climax, your entire body shakes and you feel your muscles and mind all temporarily go numb as you feel an orgasm unlike any you could have imagined before.

"Excellent, that was a great start. let's upgrade to something more substantial now, hmm?" the nurse says, removing now a large dildo from her pocket that she quickly lines up with your ass.

"h-hey, wait a minute..." you mutter in protest

"shh, now now, just do as i said, relax and let me do everything, this is for your benefit." she assures you as you feel the length of the new toy invade your rear, all while whatever is on your pussy continues its relentless ****. it doesn't take long for you to again be overwhelmed, and once again you cum your brains out while straining against the buckles holding you in place.

"okay, i think that about does it for your session today. you have a lot of potential, Jessica, i can tell. at this rate it won't be long before you forget what cumming the old way even feels like." she says with a smile as she undoes your bindings. being let down, you are overwhelmed with a feeling of defeat and shame. you can see now that many of the other captives, too, have had their bodies betray themselves, and all wear similar expressions of shame, most unable to even make eye contact with the smiling and cheery nurses.

"This was a great session today, ladies, i look forward to tomorrow." The head nurse says before dismissing you. and now you are left to find the last of your 'normal' classes- Hormone therapy. Despite all you've been through, you still feel the most dread for this one. Unlike the others, the name implies an intention to commit more permanent changes to your body than anything the previous classes could do.

When you reach the next class, your worst fears are only realized. it too looks nothing like a class room, but nothing like the pillar room, either. instead, it is organized into several rows of sleek, mostly metal chairs, with clear places made out to restrain the arms and legs. in fact, it looks pretty similar to what you'd expect a **** or mind control chair from a sci-fi movie to look like.

This time there's also another big difference- guards. you've seen a handful scattered through the halls today, but not in any classrooms. here, however, there are a few. you can only imagine the realization of what this 'class' entails causes the 'students' to get a bit more resistant. This seems to be the case, as many of the other boys are getting a bit vocal again about how fucked up this is.

Amidst the commotion, the person you suppose must be the teacher, enters. This time it is a man- a man you recognize. it's 'Doctor' Connors, the awkward scientist from earlier.

"okay, okay ladies. settle down." he says. the guards perk up and move in a bit. All of this causes your classmates to settle down a little.

"Now ladies, i uh, well i'm sure you're all smart enough to figure out how this works. my, erm, assistants- heh, are going to be helping you into your learning stations, where each of you will receive a customly calibrated treatment based on your traits, body types, and specialization choice. So, if you'd all be so kind as to follow along...we can just start." He explains. The guards take this as a signal to move in and begin 'Escorting' each of you to a chair. a few boys are quite resistant, and you can't blame them, but a jab from a gun stock or a shock from their collar kills any resistance they, and indeed you, might want to put up. once pushed into your chair, your arms and legs are quickly bound by restraints that emerge from the arm and leg rests. from behind the headrest, a visored helmet emerges and is slowly lowered onto your head. a silent horror sets in before images appear on the visor before your eyes.

BEGINNING SCAN. it reads. the helmet, or perhaps the chair, makes a whirring noise. after a moment, you hear a beep.

SCAN COMPLETE. PREPARING APPROPRIATE TREATMENT.

Then the chair seems to come to life. the helmet visor darkens, obstructing your view outside of it. on the screen, an array of images appear, while you feel many small pricks over your body and a cacophony of machine like noises. the images are clearly propagandistic in nature. its basically a type of brute **** hypnosis, encouraging you to accept being a woman and reject being a man, spliced with images of feminized men and beautiful women preforming submissive sex acts. Your body quickly begins to feel hot, you imagine they must be injecting something into you, because its not a normal type of arousal- you realize you have in all likelyhood been ****...again. another cruel trick to **** you down a path of lust and condition you to be whatever they want you to be. the stimulation overload is far too much to handle, and the mix of **** and visual stimuli quickly leave your body begging for release, but you can't cum, your arms are restrained and without any direct stimuli the **** and imagery arent enough to allow you to ride out another orgasm. your body, almost instinctively, begins gyrating and grinding against the chair you're in, but you can't quite find the right spot to rub you in the places you need to be rubbed, all you succeed in doing is frustraiting yourself even further. You realize now this is yet another not-so-subtle trick to get you to crave penetration, to desire to be fucked by someone else.

After what feels like hours, but was probably just a few minutes, the 'session' ends. the imagery stops, the visor goes dark, your arms and legs are unrestrained, and you are lifted out of your seat- aroused and disoriented, yet tired, by one of the guards. You quickly inspect your body to examine the damage, but at this point you wonder how much more feminine you could even get. youre pretty sure you ass, tits, and hips are all a bit bigger now, but at this point it barely matters. more concerning to you are suspected mental changes, perhaps the machine determined you were already mostly feminine enough on the outside and decided to focus on the inside. even looking at the guardsmen causes you intrusive thoughts youve never had before, you look at them the way the old you would have an immodestly dressed woman. you...*want* them. you shake your head and take a deep breath. "keep it together, Jessica. i mean, no- fuck!" you mentally kick yourself.

"hope you ladies enjoyed your first therapy session- i'm glad to see the upgrades to our devices since last year are living up to expectations. well, you all be off then!" the professor says. and with that, you are ushered out of the room with all the humiliated boys in short order.

your next class is elective, and since you elected to become a whore, your next class is "prostitution training." pretty on the nose, but nevertheless, you make your way to your next class, which is in a totally different wing of the prison/school than the others. it seems each directional wing is dedicated to one of the four electives, with the classes in the central section being general subjects.

when you enter the section of the school for your elective, You quickly notice a shift in appearance. the walls, floor patterns, and general aesthetic seem to be trying to invoke the feel of dingy inner city school, likely to fit with the theme of being trained to be a prostitute.

when you find your class, you see that the inside is even less like a classroom than what this school has taught you to expect. it is truly as if someone grabbed a strip club from the middle of an inner city and teleported it into a school. a strippers pole, the neon lights, everything is there. while you take a moment to take in the sudden shift in scenery, you are startled by the feeling of a pair of hands suddenly groping your full ass. with a yelp, you turn around to see Jasmine smiling at you.

"Hey sexy, that was quite a squeal! guess the hormone therapy is doing it's job." he says, suddenly reaching his hands around to grope your sizable breasts. "oh yeah, its *definitely* doing its job."

you sigh, slapping his hands away weakly. "can you not manhandle me so roughly?"

"Aww, don't be like that! i promise the two of us are gonna have lots of fun together. and with that body, the boys will be lining up around the block for some time with you! im honestly a little jealous."

you blush and feel warm at the thought "that's...i don't.."

Jasmine rolls his eyes. "y'know, no one MADE you pick this, coulda been a maid or a science geek, and no one MADE you get that pussy, much less enhance...all this" he gesture to your body. "you did that. You chose to go with the whore training, too, so maybe stop being so fucking coy?"

Before you can respond, you and everyone else's attention is draw to the center stage, from which A woman appears, the same one you saw earlier to advertise this 'department' at the start of the day.

"Alright sluts, welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives. Firstly- let's get introductions out of the way. each of you will refer to me as "Mistress." because that's what i am, your brothel mistress. Now, All of you are here because, rather you admit it or not, you like the idea of learning the hussel, of making a quick buck on your back and loving doing it. and that's exactly what you're gonna be taught to do. most of you aren't much to look at now...most" she briefly glances at you "- but by the time im done with you, you'll all be high-class escorts that can make anyone's fantasies come true and tie a cherry stem with your tongues."

Jasmine nods with an excited grin on his face, moving his hand again down to your ass nonchalantly as this woman speaks.

"Now then, the first thing we need to do is teach you ladies to dress the part. While some customers may have a kink, for the most part the school uniform isnt gonna cut it. you're whores and you need to look the part, if for no other reason, than to advertise what you're selling."

A cadre of other women, all dressed very provocatively, come out with a great number of cardboard boxes, all filled with similar attire. micro skirts, high heels, stilettos, fishnet stockings, tube tops, leather elbow-length gloves. the works. Jasmine is one of the few to enthusiastically begin rummaging through them to find himself a new look.

"cmon Jessica There's a few things in here i think would look good on you." he says, gesturing you over. your apprehension is clear, and the other boys share it.

"come on, sluts, you chose this, no point being gun shy now! get to picking before the best kit is gone. The guards are more than happy to 'encourage' you if need be!" the brothel mistress commands. you reluctantly join Jasmine, who eagerly places a pair of pink stiletto heels in your hands.

"i dont know how to walk in heels, Jasmine."

"You'll learn." the mistress interjects with a smile. "listen to your friend, she has good taste. though in your case, i suspect just about anything we have would look good on you."

After a humiliating few minutes trying to find something that will preserve at least some of your dignity, you resign yourself to being made over by Jasmine, and can barely stand to not faint from shame at the audacity of the outfit hes picked for you, for both of you. after a slow process, most of the boys manage to find themselves an outfit, and few are anything other than mortified by what they are wearing. humiliating as it is, however, a part of you knows you do look amazingly fuckable, and that part also likes it.

"Allllright ladies, now that that's out of the way- we can start your first lesson for real!" The mistress announces. "The first lesson you need to learn in this business is that, ultimately, you are all selling a product, just like any other business. and how do we get people to buy our product, and not the competitors? by convincing them that we have the best quality for the price! we need to advertise. But i dont mean commercials and billboards, i mean you girls, you need to make the sale to the horny bastards looking for a lay, and that's what were gonna learn today."

"you've already taken the first step by dressing the part, but body language is far more important. you ladies see this pole?" she asks, gesturing to the dance pole next to her. "it's a powerful weapon, and a set of training wheels to teach you how to move like sluts, learn to have body language that says 'i can rock your world.' Each of you is gonna take a turn up here, strut your best, and show me what i have to work with- now whos first?"

"ohhh, Jessica, you should totally go first!" Jasmine insists.

"i don't know..."

"cmon, i wanna see what that thick ass can do." he says, groping you again. "besides, youre gonna go up eventually, might as well get it over with. show these wannabe whores how much good all those transformations have done!"

you blush again, but say nothing

"well fine, if you won't, then i guess ill just have to!" he says with faux dispair. "since youre too much of a sissy."