She stood there, looking at the old building.
The memories of the place were not good, for
it was here that her life had been so drastically
changed. Twenty four years ago, she had been
sent here as a young boy. It was supposed to
be a good school, at least that's what all the
brochures said. When his parents had brought
him here, everyone had seemed so nice. The
head mistress had been so polite when his
parents were there. But once they were gone,
things had changed. The nice lady had become
a total tyrant. Within a few days, she had him
wearing skirts and dresses. It shamed and
embarrassed him at first, but when he saw what
the other boys were wearing, it wasn't so bad.
The staff seemed delighted to watch their male
charges squirm in their girly clothing, struggling
to keep from showing their ruffled panties as
they did their daily chores. Those who slipped
up soon discovered that their were even worse
punishments ahead. It was at that point that
he had started down the road to femininity.
At first it was just body shaving and pantyhose.
Next came the hormone shots and the cage.
As the weeks wore on, he could see his body
slowly become more soft and rounded. The
breasts slowly budded out. His penis shrunk in
proportion, leaving him with just a tiny little
appendage. And from there, the surgeries
came, and he became a she, as she is now.
Life has been good since graduation. Now as
she looks at the old building, she wondered
what things go on behind those walls these days.
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