Return to School

It is strange to be restored to manhood after all that happened. You had lesbian sex. Actually pussy to pussy licking sex. The marks from the spankings you received was gone, once you were back in male form. Actually you felt oddly numb. You felt no arousal at all. Even as you envisioned the beauty of all the women at the sleepover.

Alicia was your girlfriend….but only when you were a girl. She was clear both on that and that she expected you to be single even when you were a male. The classes were easy, strangely simple. You rose your hand after every teacher enquiry and you never lacked for answers. You find yourself uninterested and almost flat. The most attractive teacher, Ms June Long was writing something on the board. As she leant upwards, her tiny skirt exposed some flesh. You should have been aroused, excited or in someway tittilated by this. But you felt nothing at all. As the class ended, Ms Long’s wife Rebecca, came to visit her. Rebecca Long was the cheerleading and gymnastics coach and she and Ms Long had been together since they were teenagers. As you left the room, they showed their love with their regular smooches but you felt nothing.

“Hi Blake, good to see you.” It was Max, looking anxious. You shrugged, feeling no embarrassment. “Hi Max.” “Max, we need to…whoa…hi Blake.” added Jon. “Hi Jon.” The thought that two boys who nearly banged you when you were a girl, were around you; should have been beyond humiliating. Still you felt nothing, you were a guy now. “You…er…head to class?” “Math class. You two?” “Chemistry.” Jon replied. “Enjoy.” you responded, your voice monotone. You left them as you entered math classroom. Another lesbian teacher Ms Phillips, a Pamela Anderson lookalike in her twenties, was preparing an equation. You had never been great at mathematics…but this was ridiculously simple. You took a seat as she asked anyone if they knew the answer. Your hand rose and you answered in a bored voice. “That’s correct, Blake. Nice to know you can answer a question in this class.” You shrug as she continues. You feel the same sense of ennui, this class feels ridiculously simple. The only cessation of the monotony was a test. The exam was tedious and seemed almost as if it was prepared for 14 year old middle school children. You finished it 20 minutes early. Your mind was unable to settle on anything, everything was just…nothing.

Soon it was lunchtime. You ordered lunch when you heard a familiar voice.“Blake.” You turn to see Alicia walking towards you grinning. “Blake, I need something. I need the girl you. After school.” You turned to face her. “I understand that you have been experiencing side effects from the X-Change. Boredom, Lethargy, Heightened Intelligence. All of this is normal. Once you take Breeder again, you will be the same slutty horngirl you were when you took our tongue, fingers and cocks in your pussy…and Steve’s.” she grinned. You don’t respond. It made sense after all. “Sure, Alicia.” you replied. She frowned before whispering in your ear “When you are a girl call me Grand Mistress Alicia. I want to fuck your pussy and ass hard!” You nod in reply.

Honestly it was hard to get excited about it. You were not you when you were a girl so who cared what happened to her? The rest of the day was just as boring and easy. You called your parents at the end of the day, saying you needed to work on a school project. They accept it without issue. You followed Alicia to an empty classroom. You barely noted the bag she was carrying on her shoulder. She locked the door and grinned. She took out some familiar pink pills. “These ones will last 4 hours. Enough for our purposes. Here is what we want you to wear.”

It was a simply promiscuous french maid outfit. You shrug, undress and take the pill. It was as if your deadened emotions were suddenly shocked to life. Joy flowed through you as you beamed happily. Alicia took your boy clothes and stuffed them in the bag. She then took out a trench coat. “Put this over your maid outfit. After this, though.” She pulled you in to a searing kiss. You feel the warmth of Alicia’s soft hands as she squeezed you through the coat. She broke away with a smirk. “Now follow me!”

You feel a familiar arousal as Natalie Cook’s eyes practically devoured you. “And we can do anything to her?” Alicia smiled. “Nothing permanent, no cuts. And girls only. Other than that, enjoy.” Natalie turned to the other girls, all of whom left the showers to stare ar you. “We can strap her up?” Ass, pussy, mouth, wherever you want.” “And we can spank her? Tickle her? **** her to give us blow jobs?” “Nothing permanent or cuts, so no canes, they cause cuts. You can hand or brush spank her bubble butt as much as you. She’s pretty much ticklish everywhere. And she will willingly suck clits, lips, ass, if I told her to or let her, dicks too. But no boys!”

“And how much for her?” “You can have her for the next hour. Since there are 25 on your squad, I will need 500 for the hour.” “Done.” Your pussy moistens under your frilly French maid dress. This was really happening. “She is all yours for the hour. Have fun.” she declared as you were surrounded by twenty naked women.