Woodstown High

Chapter 1 - David

As the train passed our now former middle school, Nikolas and I were struggling to get to our seats, as our luggage was the size of a sofa. Neither me nor my brother had ever been to the Empire before, so we were a little nervous, to put it mildly. Apparently, just having “Woodstown High” on your certificate was enough to put you on the radar for several of the most prestigious universities in the country, so of course we took the opportunity. Still, we knew that going to boarding school in the Futa Empire was something we were not at all prepared for.

During the trip, which took almost an entire day, Nikolas and I mostly played cards. While I paid some attention to the cards, I still couldn’t help but notice the rapid shift in what sorts of people entered the train before and after the border. After we crossed the border into the Empire, roughly half of the people boarding the train were fairly normal girls, the sorts you see back home. The rest, however, were taller than most men, some even bumping their heads into the door ceiling on their way in. These girls, I assumed, were futas.

I had heard of futas before, of course, but barely. I just knew they were girls with dicks. I had no idea that they all towered over me, or that many had bigger muscles and noticeably bigger bulges than any man in my family. Nor did I know they dressed so revealingly.

About half the futas wore a school uniform; a beige suit jacket, green shirt, a knee-length dark green skirt and beige knee-high socks. Now, that’s all fine and dandy, but the remaining futas were dressed in booty shorts, skin-tight leggings, or way-too-short dresses and skirts, all of them showing significant cleavage. The pattern was similar with the normal-looking girls: around two thirds wore the same uniform, but stylized in white, pink, and blue, with a miniskirt and a blouse. The rest wore crop tops, skirts that only cover half their butt, sports bras and even overtly sexual stuff like those cat-tail butt plugs, and chokers with phrases like “Mommy’s little slut” or “fucktoy”. I was amazed, and frankly quite a bit turned on, by how nonchalantly all the passengers treated so open displays of sexuality.

After a little while, a pair of two siblings, a boy and a girl, joined us where we were sitting. These two, Tim and Jillian, were also not from the empire. “It’s strange how there seems to be no boys from the empire on this train.”, Tim, a meek blonde boy, muttered. “Yeah”, I added. “You’re sure this isn’t an all-girls school, Nikolas?”

“Absolutely sure”, my slightly older brother answered. “Mom says it’s a mixed school, so the boys from the empire are probably just on another train or something”, he explained while looking down at his knees. Tim seemed content with that, but I wasn’t too sure. “Still, if it is, Tim would fit right in with how girly he is”, Jillian teased. Tim squirmed in his seat. “And I’m sure you two would look great in a schoolgirl uniform”, she gestured towards me and Nikolas. I looked towards me brother, who met her gaze with a half smile, blushing quite a bit. She was right, both of us were slim, shorter than average, with barely any body hair and curly light brown hair that reached down to our chins. Or rather, mine reached down to my chin, Nikolas’s hair reached slightly past his shoulders when he let it down.

I must have blushed a little as well, because Jillian started giggling at our reactions, which only caused us to blush more and Tim to squirm even more in his seat. After she was done mocking us, the two of them joined in on the card games, and we had a fun time together, with the rest of the trip being rather uneventful.

When we arrived at the school, it was almost midnight. Tired as we were, we checked and went straight to our rooms. Me, Tim and Nikolas got a pretty nice room together. It was somewhat spacious, and had a nice bathroom complete with a shower and a bathtub. The bedsheets, pillows and blankets were pink, which I thought odd, but not really a big deal. After checking out the room a little, we disrobed and went straight to bed.

We were awoken by the sound of a school bell. I yawned, rubbed my eyes and pulled the blanket aside, only to be left staring at my naked crotch. Why was I naked? I had gone to sleep wearing my boxers. Did I misremember that?

I looked down at where I left the pile of clothes I wore yesterday. It was gone as well. I glanced over at the two other boys, who seemed just as confused as me. Their clothes were gone, too, and the bags that we brought from home had been opened and ransacked for clothing. Someone had stolen our clothes!

“Wait, there’s a note on my bag”, Nikolas exclaimed, jumping out of his bed and grabbing his bag. I, and presumably Tim, consciously avoided looking at my naked brother’s body, as we were already way too aware of our own nakedness.

“It’s from the school administration. It says:

Your clothes are being sent home to your parents.

Your uniforms are in the closet.

Meet in classroom 104 at 08:15 precisely.”

“So the administration took our clothes?”, I asked. “Looks like it, yeah. Doesn’t make much sense, but it’s what the note says.”, my brother replied. Tim walked over to the closet and took out one of the uniforms. It was a girl’s uniform, like one of those we’d seen yesterday. White and pink-striped knee-high socks, a blue miniskirt and a white, see-through blouse. There was also a set of underwear for each of the three colours, consisting of hipster panties and bandeau bras. “They can’t honestly expect us to wear that”, I complained. Tim nodded, and started to rummage through the closet. But the only things he found were two other uniforms like it, labelled “David Rivers” and “Nikolas Rivers”, respectively.

Tim then tried on his uniform, and found that it fit perfectly. “It seems like we’re actually supposed to wear this”, he said. Nikolas nodded, and reluctantly started to dress himself in the uniform labelled with his name. “Come on, David, get dressed. There’s only a few minutes left until we’re supposed to be in the classroom”, he encouraged me, before the two of them left the bedroom together to walk to the classroom.

I waited a little bit in confusion, but was shortly after interrupted by someone knocking on the door. “David Rivers”, a female voice shouted, presumably one of the staff. “If you don’t promptly get dressed in your uniform I’ll have to drag you naked to the classroom.”