Boi Cunt School

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Chapter 10

Marcus stood on the sorority's front porch and watched the girls having fun on the front lawn. It was the afternoon of day three of the semester and so far, everything was going according to plan. That morning he had spent a wonderful hour with little Kaitlyn. Now here she was playing with her sisters.

The girls were learning to jump rope. They'd never done that as boys and Marcus enjoyed watching their efforts. It was easier of course to have a rhyme to jump to and soon the girls had made up their own version of the declaration, one adapted to the rhythm of the rope.

I am a girl and I got a clit.
I am a girl and I got a cunt.
I am a girl and I got tits.
I am a girl. Yes. I am a girl. Yes.
I am a girl and I got a clit....

"Hi, Mr. Marcus," said a voice coming out the front door.

Marcus turned around, and saw the fifteen-year old with the pocket rocket and Alejandro. "Hello, Brittany. Did you have fun?"

"Oh, yes, Mr. Marcus." The kid kissed Alejandro on the mouth and went off to join the others. The men waited 'til Brittany was out of earshot before talking.

"That girl sure has a huge clit!" Alejandro was twirling the chain that once hung out of Harvey's back pocket.

"I hope Doc gave her enough pills! Her dad may want to consider a penectomy."

"Then again, maybe her dad's friends like big-dicked shemales."

"That's true. There's just no accounting for what turns some guys on."

Harvey was now a thing of the past, and his little Harvey would no longer be nailing the coeds in his school, girls like Annie, whose picture was burned in the fire.

"Still, it's going to be very hard for her to hide that bulge when she goes out."

The two men watched the darlings play. Alejandro loved watching them try to jump the rope without tripping, with their plaid dresses waving up exposing their adorable little panties.

"What are we going to do about them, Marcus?" Alejandro pointed to the three musketeers, who were off by themselves, commiserating.

"All in due time, Alejandro. Some girls can't be rushed." By now, eight of the boys had been magically transformed into girls by the men's magic wands. They were all adamant about their female gender and took a keen interest in all their lessons. Those who'd been deflowered by Marcus now willingly gave their cunts to Alejandro and vice versa. Bob and his two cohorts greeted the arrival of each new sister with disgust. That would never happen to them. They had each other's backs. They were one for all and all for one. They were the musketeers.

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The next day it was raining and the girls couldn't go outside to jump rope or practice their cheer leading, but Mizz Harriet knew how to keep them all busy inside. She brought out a big box with swatches of cloth. "How would you each like to make a new dress for your dolly?" She let them choose the print they wanted from hundreds of selections. Then she showed them the possible dress designs. There were measurements to take. Patterns to cut out. Seams to baste. Fittings to try. Seams to rip out and fix. Sewing machines to master. Hems to sew. Buttons to attach. Lace to decorate the edges. It was a lot of work for sixteen kids who'd never held a needle before in their lives. "This is good training, Girls. When you know how to sew, then you can tailor your own clothes, take them in or let them out, change the hemlines. You'll see. It's wonderful to know these skills."

The students worked diligently and while the finished products were hardly flawless, they were all proud when they slid their dollies out of their factorymade dresses and into the handmade ones. Some lads even made little nightgowns for their bedtime friends.

They were teasing Juanita. "Isn't it fun being a girl. If you was still Pablo, you wouldn't be able to make clothes for your dolly."

He kept muttering, "Mi nombre es Pablo. Yo no soy una niña. Tengo un niño con un pene y cojones." Meanwhile he had already finished a halfway decent looking dress for his little Muñeca and was starting to cut out the pieces for a matching bonnet.

"Mizz Harriet?"

"Yes, Jasmine."

"Soon our dollies will have more clothes than we do."

Other sisters joined in. "Yeah, Mizz Harriet, when is Mr. Marcus going to buy us new clothes?"

"A girl likes to have lots of clothes."

"My closet is prackly empty!"

"Well then, Ladies," Marcus had walked in on their conversation. "I guess the time has come to take you all shopping?"

"Uhh, you mean out?"

"Like in stores?"

"Where people will see us?"

"That's right, Girls. You have to go out sometime. Be on the porch ready to leave right after breakfast tomorrow morning."

After supper, each girl received a pocketbook to carry. Some were clutches, some had shoulder straps, they were all different. Mizz Chloe listed some of the essentials for them to carry: tissues, change purse, compact, lipstick, eye shadow. "If you want to bring along some gum or candy, that's all right also."

That evening they anxiously tried on different clothes from their limited wardrobe hunting for the combination that would to be as passable as possible. The older kids worked hard on their shaving. They all quizzed each other: "Look at how I stand; does that look right?" "Do I still walk like a boy?" "I want to keep my mouth shut tomorrow. What if someone asks me something?" There were sixteen nervous sleepers that night.

Marcus divided the student body into four families, with one of the teachers acting as mother. Each family had four girls, one from each of the four age groups. Each teacher drove a car with her four daughters, and headed out to one of four different malls within forty minutes of BCS. Bob (Tiffany) was in the car with Mizz Isabella, 14-year old Ryan (Angelina), 10-year old Jared (Melissa) and 8-year old Sean (Kaitlyn). They looked like typical sisters. Marcus had purposely split up the three musketeers.

Kaitlyn kept talking about how nice Mr. Marcus was the other morning when he put his nice cock in her little girl cunt. Ryan and Jared kept peppering their little sister with questions. "What was it like?" "Did you cry?" "Did you suck him first?" "Did you suck him after?" "Did he use a condom?" They wanted to know as much as possible when their turn came. Bob sat silent. He didn't want to hear about it. He was a musketeer. He couldn't understand why she was so happy about it when Pablo told him how awful it was.

He was happy when Mizz Isabella, their mother for the day, changed the subject. "Now, Girls, I have a list of all your sizes. You'll be able to buy all the clothes you want."

"Play clothes?"

"Definitely, and party dresses also. Try all the clothes on in the dressing room and then show me and your sisters how you look. You don't want to get home and find you made a mistake."

"We don't have to buy bras, do we?"

"Of course you do. You need to learn to shop for all your clothes. Don't worry, I'll help you. That's what mothers are for. And you should buy more baby doll nighties also. And one more thing."

"What?"

"Mr. Marcus wants each of you to find something real sexy, a nice provocative outfit to wear on cathouse night. I'll help you select it. I know what turns men on." The lads didn't know yet what cathouse night was. "Now, we have to stick together so we don't get lost. You older girls, keep close watch on your little sisters."

Bob actually found it exciting to be able to buy so many clothes at once. He bought eight pairs of silk panties because they felt so good on his dick. He got a party dress like the one he saw Linda wearing that day at Appleby's last year. His stepdad had brought taken him out to eat and while he was enjoying his chicken, Linda walked in with her family. They must have been celebrating something 'cause she was in a beautiful black and white dress. He sprang wood under the table. Ever since then, Bob had a crush on Linda.

"Oh, Angelina." Bob heard Mizz Isabella calling his big sister Ryan. "Look, this would be perfect for you. All the boys went over to see what their mother had found. She made Ryan try on a blue leopardskin print mini dress. It was very tight, no lower than his crotch, held up on only his left shoulder, and it had three large diamond cut outs on the right side. "Angelina, don't you just love it. And look, it's on sale. We girls can never pass up a bargain, right?"

Ryan looked at himself in the mirror and imagined a girl he knew wearing this dress. On her, it would definitely turn him on, so he was trying to find some excuse not to get it for himself. "But my bra and panties show on the side."

"Oh, Sweetie, when you wear it on cathouse night, you won't need a bra. You'll put your fake boobs in the dress; it's tight enough to hold them. And we'll go now and find a nice tiny little thong for you to wear. You see, you can pin the waist strap right here between these two holes and it won't show. We girls have lots of tricks like that."

The kids took turns bringing all their treasures back to the car. It was like Christmas shopping. They were still excited when they hit the food court for lunch. As they sat in the booth, whispering and giggling and chowing down, they looked like any other happy family.

Kaitlyn started fidgeting and Mizz Isabella recognized the sign. "Now, listen, Girls. You all need to go to the bathroom now."

"You mean the ladies room?"

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