To sissies and sluts

“Right! Well now all that’s been covered… I’d like to welcome you, one and all, to Stanfield’s Academy. Make no mistake, we are overjoyed to have each and every one of you.” The brightly-floral teacher smiled widely. “By the grace of the algorithm, and Madame Stanfield herself; we are one of the most highly-regarded institutions in the world. Only the prettiest and most suitably-tempered members of any generation are sent to us… and that is you! This is a place of love and artistry. We think of every one of our girls as a natural-born masterpiece in need of just that last bit of polish. You are precious. You are beautiful… and you are some of the few who could be perfect… Don’t ever forget that. Now, are there any questions?”

There was a certain degree of shuffling. No-one wanted to be the first to raise a hand. Eventually, from near the back… came a nervously-trembling voice.

“Y-you keep calling us ‘girls’... but I-I’m a boy… Am I actually supposed to be here?”

Jesse couldn’t see whichever small form had spoken up… but felt the pain of echoed doubts. Whoever it was sounded even more anxious about this whole situation than him.

Ms Julian singled out a particularly gentle smile for the one who had been brave enough to ask. “Yes, dear… There is nowhere else you belong more. We tend to call all our pretty, little things ‘the girls’, just to make things easier… but once you are graduated such words will hardly matter any more. You will be Slutwives. Defined only by whatever your Master or Masters want you to be, until they trade you on down the line. We will train you how to use whatever equipment you have been given… and you may find the algorithm even decides to change a few things, now that you’re here… Look.”

The teacher lifted up the hem of her dress, revealing a large and drooping penis, complete with testicles tied up in a delicate ribbon bow.

“It might help if you stop thinking of these bodies as your own, anymore. You are, after all, now property of the school… and negotiable for rent by other parties. Had you been sent to the breeding pits or corporate training centres, you would be being told just the same. You have been calculated as recognising your own value and worth through the happiness of others. So let those others decide what you are to them… only then will you find out what kind of slut you should really be. Does that make sense?”

The small voice retreated with an, as yet unconvinced sounding: “I guess…” But Ms Julian showed no interest in fielding any further questions.

“Now, since this is your first day. We have a traditional sort of… bonding exercise to help you get to know your fellow classmates. If you would look to your Seniors, they will be helping to divide you into four-person groups. Those groups will stick together with each other all day today and not leave each other’s company for any reason.”

Jesse did look over to where the seniors were collecting some equipment… and was given yet another reason to pause in confusion. Each was dragging out a series of metallic, egg-shaped lumps, all connected together by a silver chain. He couldn’t for the life of him work out what they were going to be used for… but he already knew it wasn’t going to be particularly pleasant.