Jo's first day of school

Carol dropped Joe and the girls off at the school. She gave each a peck on the cheek and waved goodbye as she sped off to work. Joe followed his daughters as they got in a line together to enter the school. There were two lines: one going through a metal detector, and one with a retinal scanner. The retinal scanning line was shorter, so the trio got into that line, now that they had their retinas in the government database. Joe noticed the other students, both boys and girls, whispering a little bit as they waited. He assumed that was because there was an adult waiting in line to enter the school with them.

They trio eventually reached the security station. Joe let his step daughters go first.

Diane went first, placing her eye on the scanner. It beeped, a green light lit up, and a screen displayed her information: Diane Parks, 18, F.

Kelly went next. The beep, the green light, and the info all displayed.

Joe scanned his eye. There was a loud buzzer, the light flashed red, and Joe found his arm immediately and uncomfortably bent up behind his back by the security officer. As he was frogmarched down the hall away from his daughters and the scanner, he tried to wriggle free and explain the situation to the burly female guard.

"Shut up!" she said, giving his arm a quick pull up, taking any resistance out of Joe as pain shot through his shoulder. "We know how to deal with bad truant cases like you. The Principal wants to see you!"

The guard dragged Joe along, lifting his arm whenever he tried to talk at all, telling him she didn't want to hear it. They got to the principal's office, and the guard shoved Joe into a metal chair. "Sit there. Don't you DARE move a muscle," she snarled at him. Thinking this would all be cleared up in a few minutes, and not really wanting to get roughed up again, Joe sat and waited. The guard knocked on a closed door. Joe heard a woman's voice say, "Enter," and the guard stepped through the door, closing it behind her.

Joe didn't have to wait long. In short order, the guard came out of the office, smirked at Joe, and then left, probably heading back to her post to torment some student, Joe thought.

The office door opened, and what Joe assumed was the principal stepped out. She was a mature woman, maybe early fifties. Her hair was shoulder length, auburn, and fell in soft waves around her face. She had glasses on, appropriate makeup, and a fitted skirt suit that showed she kept in good shape. Joe stood and, wanting to make a good first impression, held his hand out to shake hers.

The principal grabbed his arm, and again, bent it painfully behind his back. She marched him over to a door that had a retinal scanner next to it. She **** his eye onto the scanner. It produced the database information on the readout screen: Jo Parks, 17, female.

The principal leaned over, pulled Joe's arm up higher, and said very calmly in his ear, "Here's the deal, Miss Parks, you're going to get changed into an appropriate school uniform. Since you've missed registration, we've put you in the administrative assistant program here. Once changed, you'll report to class. This is non-negotiable. We've dealt with girls like you before. Ones that are wild. Ones that think they can get away with things. That changes now, Miss Parks."

With that, she opened the door, shoved Joe inside, and closed the door. He heard the lock "CLACK" behind him.

He found himself in a tiny changing room. There was the door he was shoved through and another door on the opposite wall. The other two walls had a full length mirror on one, and a small bench on the other. Just above the bench at one end there was a small sliding panel. It slid open, and a stack of clothing was placed on the bench. The panel slid shut. Joe could see a pleated plaid skirt and shoes in the pile. He ignored it.

Joe tried the door he had been shoved through. It was locked. "This is a big mistake!" he shouted. "I'm not a 17 year old girl!" He banged on the locked door. Silence. He banged on the door some more, shouting, "I can explain everything!" Silence. He slumped down on the bench for a minute and then realized there was another door.

He tried the other door and found it unlocked. It entered into another room with a device in it that resembled a metal detector at the airport. As he walked in, panels rotated into place, closing him off in the detector. There was a computer screen with the icon with a stick figure with arms above the head and two yellow footprints on the floor with a grate between them. Joe got it. This was to make sure people weren't bringing metal weapons into the school. Well, he'd just pass through this and explain the situation on the other side.

He stood where indicated and assumed the position. A wand of some type descended from the ceiling, passing up, then down, both sides of his body. The computer screen changed to display, "Clothing incorrect. Please return to the previous room and get dressed in the entire required uniform." The panel back to the dressing room opened, allowing Joe to go back in.

He went through the pile of clothing. Blouse, skirt, padded bra, socks, shoes. No panties? Weird, but he wasn't going to be wearing any more of this crap than he needed to. He started by changing his top. He went back into the room with the scanner. Again, the computer scanned him and told him, "Clothing incorrect. Please return to the previous room and get dressed in the entire required uniform."

He then tried just the socks and was again sent back into the dressing room to put on the entire uniform. He picked up the stack of clothing and held it in his arms. The computer chastised him for not being in the proper position AND not having the uniform on. He slipped on the shoes. Still not good enough. He wriggled out of his jeans, leaving his boxers on. Still unacceptable. He put the skirt on over his boxers. Still unacceptable. He took off his boxers, feeling foolish. Still unacceptable. He held the bra in his hand over his head. Still unacceptable. The entire uniform must be worn.

He went back, removed the blouse, fumbled for a while to get the bra on, replaced the blouse. Looking in the mirror, it was weird to see himself in drag like this. The padded bra gave him a small, but noticeable chest.

He walked into the metal detector, now wearing the entire uniform. He carried his old clothes into the detector and set them on the floor. He assumed the position. The computer screen indicated that foreign material had been detected on the floor. Please place it back in the changing room.

Joe was aggravated, but he did so. What did he have to do to get out of these rooms?

He stomped back angrily into the room, about fed up with this treatment. He assumed the position. The wand came down, scanning his front and back. The computer screen changed to green. "Do not move. Measuring commencing."

Not sure exactly what was going on, Joe held still. A red laser line passed up and down the front of his body several times. The laser stopped scanning, and there was a pneumatic hiss and a strong blast of air lifted Joe's skirt. An arm holding a thin piece of metal in the shape of a "T" shot out of the wall behind him that he didn't see coming. The portion holding the "T" was spring loaded, so when it hit the small of his back first the sides of the "T" were released, encircling his waist, then the thin stem of the "T" then shot up between his legs wedging firmly between his ass cheeks. Another arm popped up surprisingly fast from the floor, catching the stem of the "T" as the arm rose and snapping it home, nestling tightly into Joe's crack, locking the belt closed with a loud "CLICK." A third arm popped up immediately after the second, but slightly to Joe's side. A rotating bit with a square socket snapped onto a similarly shaped metal knob on the side of the lock. The bit rapidly began rotating, ratcheting the waistband tighter and tighter until there was a "snap" and the shaft connecting the metal knob to the ratcheting mechanism snapped off.

The computer screen changed to display, "Chastity completed. Please proceed to the next room."

Joe was hurting. His junk was now tightly mashed flat behind this metal plate. He pulled. He tugged. He swore. The belt was locked tightly on and unable to be removed by him. He felt behind himself, feeling an opening where his asshole was, leaving a thin, awkward feeling metal strap embedded in his crack. He ran his hand down the front of the belt. There was simply no bulge now where there should have been one. Looking down he saw the belt had a myriad of small holes in the crotch plate. He slumped. Until it came off, he'd have to sit to pee. He went to run back into the other room to check himself out in the mirror, but that door was locked now. And his stuff was in there.

He swore. That bitch principal would pay for this!

He stormed into the next room, seeing another door. He pounded on it. "Let me out of here you crazy bitch! When I get my hands on you...!

A small cellophane wrapped article was dropped from the ceiling. He went over and picked it up, noticing a newly lit screen above a button by the door. "When fully dressed, press the button to proceed."

"Aw... Hell."

He knew what was in the package. His panties. He also knew that if he wanted out of this mess sooner rather than later...

Sighing, he stepped into the panties. They rode up high on his hips and wedged themselves partway up his crack. He knew how they fit him without needing a mirror. He'd seen his share of school girl porn. They were riding up his ass just like that.

He stormed over and pushed the button. Another detector wand rode up and down his back first, then his front. It descended down to his feet again, then came up his front, stopping in front of his face and blasting him in the face with a chemical spray, of which he took a deep breath of.

He coughed several times, got light headed, and fell onto his ass. He was dazed. Confused. It was hard to think. Colors swam before his eyes.

The door opened, and the principal stood there. Jo Parks sat on the ground, knees splayed, panties showing. She grabbed onto Jo's ear tightly, painfully, and made her stand. She led the wobbly confused girl over to a chair where she made her sit. The girl blinked, uncertain what was going on or what to do.

The Principal checked the front of her panties. The chastity belt was secure. That will help control her.

The Principal began the speech she had given to wayward girls countless times before. "Jo, listen to me. Pay attention to what I'm going to tell you."

The girl looked quizzically at her and nodded.

"You will obey any authority figure. You may not like or agree with what they tell you to do, but you will do what you are told to do. Understood?"

The girl blinked several times. She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yes," she said softly.

"Good girl. You may dislike your new chastity belt, but it will help keep you in line and not allow your attentions to wander." the Principal said.

She walked over to a cabinet, opened it, and pulled out a flat pill case. The Principal wrote down the ID number on the case onto a list on a clipboard by the cabinet. She got a small cup of water and handed both to Jo.

"These are your birth control pills. They will allow you to know when your period is going to happen so you can be prepared, as you cannot use tampons with your belt. You will report to me daily to take one. Is that understood?"

Jo swallowed the pill, handing the cup back to the Principal. "Yes," she again said softly.

"Good girl. You also are not to use any more foul language. Is that understood?"

The girl looked vacantly up and stared for a bit before blinking. The hypnotic **** were wearing off.

"Yes."

"Good girl. Now, let's get you to class." She picked up a printout of the girl's schedule, looked at it, then handed it to Jo. "Here is your schedule. You will attend all of your classes. You are currently in cosmetology. Let's go."