Harrison High School

Mr. Milton laughs, a good long hearty laugh. You sit and watch. Nicole kneels and watches. You're not sure what he finds so amusing. "A fucking high school? That's almost too perfect."

Nicole gives you a glance. You don't know how to read it. But she seems to be happy.

"How many students have you fucked?" Mr. Milton asks.

"None, sir" Nicole responds incredulously.

"What would happen if you fucked one?" Mr. Milton asks.

"I'd.... I'd get fired, sir" Nicole responds, a flush of shyness coming over her face.

Mr. Milton nods. "Then I guess you're going to get fired, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir" Nicole seems almost completely entranced by him.

Mr. Milton commands the room. "But any cunt can seduce one horny teenager. We need to make this a bit challenging don't we? You're not just any cunt, you're a special cunt. So... how about twelve?"

"Twelve, sir?" Your wife's eyes glaze over. She seems to have almost forgotten that you're int he room. The idea that Mr. Milton is suggesting seems to enrapture her whole being.

"You're going to have an orgy with twelve horny teenage boys. Then you're going to get caught, and then you're going to get fired. Is that a problem?" Mr. Milton gives you a glance. "He can watch if he wants to. Actually, maybe he should watch those dumb kids have their way with you." He knows what he's doing to your wife. And in a way, you know you'd better get used to it.

"No problem, sir" Nicole says.

You and Nicole are practically silent on the drive home. You glance at her. She glances at you. Finally as you pull into your driveway you try to speak. You want to know how she feels about what just happened. You want to know what she's thinking.

"Nicole, hon..." you start.

"I don't think you should call me 'honey' any more." She interrupts. She's clearly been deep in thought the whole ride home. "Or Nicole."

"What should I call you?" You ask. You know things are changing. You know your whole life is changing. You expected this from the moment you brought up the idea of this transformation to your sweet lovely Nicole. But with every moment it's feeling more and more real.

"You should call me 'cunt.' You should remind me of what I am." She says.

"Is that what you want to be?" You ask. You're shocked by how easily Nicole is taking to this strangeness.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It's what I am."

That night you can barely sleep. You keep thinking of what your wife is becoming. You keep thinking of her fucking all these different people. You don't know if you should be turned on or jealous.

The next day seems normal. You get up. You kiss your cunt goodbye. You go to work. You come home. And she's sitting there waiting for you, a naughty smile on her face. She's dyed her hair blonde. She already looks different.

"I've been a bad girl" She says. "I was supposed to set up an orgy with 12 schoolboys. But I cheated."

You're not sure what she means. "What do you mean? How did you cheat?"