Boi Cunt School

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Chapter 15

"Marcus! What are you doing here?" Mia asked as the man walked into their room wearing his bathrobe. "You're supposed to be with our sister."

"Yeah, Marcus," said Angelina, "You know how badly she wanted this and now you go and disappoint her again?!! I can't believe you did that!"

Mia started hitting his arm with her little fists. The three of them were really pissed.

"Now, now, girls. Stop. Let me explain." He told them how Juanita was spending her last night at BCS with Raul. "So, Juanita and I have to switch beds tonight."

"So you're going to sleep with all of us tonight?"

"Well, we might not get a lot of sleep."

"Yay, a foursome!" The three teenagers grabbed the man, pushed him down on to Juanita's bed and pulled off his robe. Of course he was naked. Mia got her mouth on his and started french kissing. Angelina began licking his hairy chest. And Brianna, the girl with the huge clit, started sucking him off.

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The sun was just rising in the east when Juanita returned to her room, bringing her brother with her. Marcus had just finished fucking Mia for the third time, or was it the fourth. Everyone had lost count.

"We're going to hit the road now, Girls," Juanita said as she opened one suitcase and took off her nightie. She didn't notice her roommates winking at the handsome visitor. "We're both anxious to get back and start our new life together. Raul, Honey, help me clip my bra. My hands are shaking." She alternated between getting herself dressed and throwing the rest of her stuff into her luggage. "I'm sorry I won't get to see the little ones again. Tell them I'll miss them. Oh, and here," she took D'Artagnan the bear. "Give this to Tiffany. Raul, she's my little musketeer, I'll explain later. And my little Muñeca. Give that doll to Abigail, my other musketeer. Give her all the clothes I made for her. OK, Raul, let's go." She kissed the three sisters in the room, Kissed Marcus, and left Raul to carry all her luggage.

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After their final breakfast together, the other girls were tearful. They were going to miss one another, but also their teachers.

Mizz Faith said, "Now, for the next few days, Girls, you're going to have to keep reminding people what your names are. They're apt to forget. You don't want them calling you by your old names."

"Blah, no!" said Kaitlyn. "I hate the name Sean." She considered wearing her name sign around her neck.

"Do you think we'll pass, Mizz Faith?" asked Jasmine.

"I know you will."

"How can you be so sure?"

Marcus spoke up. "Girls, you've had the best teachers you could ever hope for. Mizz Faith, Isabella, Harriet, Chloe, show them." For the first time all month, the four women revealed what they had under their panties. They all sported male dicks.

"Wow, you sure fooled us."

"That's why we know you'll do just fine."

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Hannah's mother was the first to arrive. "Oh, my baby, you look so pretty! Such a pretty dress. You like it, I can tell. I'm sorry I started making you wear boy clothes. That was silly of me. Don't worry, you'll never have to wear boy clothes again, uh,... Tony?"

"Hehe, my name is Hannah now, Mommy. I'm a girl and I got a clit and cunny and titties, just like you Mommy." Her mother kept repeating her new name, as she put the suitcases into the car. "And look what I got, Mommy." Hannah opened her pocketbook and pulled out a wad of bills. "See, I got lots of money. I earned it myself, Mommy. When we get home I'll show you the sexy clothes I wore when the men gived me the money to play with my cunny."

"Oh my, oh my. Hannah, Dear, did the men wear condoms when they gave you the money?"

"Some did and some didn't. It's up to the man to decide, not the girl. Of course you know that Mommy, 'cause you're a girl too, just like me. Hehe."

"I think you may be teaching me some things about being a girl, Hannah."

Hannah started singing I Feel Pretty and climbed into the back seat and put her seat belt on, because in this state it's against the law for a child that small to ride in the front seat.

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The next car to arrive was Emma's parents. They brought the rabbi with them, a handsome distinguished bearded gentleman. When they drove away, he was in the back seat next to his future bride.

"That's my Dad's car," shouted Brianna, as a Chevy Suburban came up the road.

"Oh, good," said Alejandro, "Looks like there's plenty of room for all your suitcases.

"Guess again, hehe." Brianna's dad had brought along six of his friends. They all jumped out and started feeling her up. Then they started putting all the luggage to the roof, while their big-clitted Brianna sat in the center of the middle seat. When it was all tied down, the men began jostling each other.

"I'm going to sit next to Harvey!"

"No, I'm sitting next to him." They almost came to blows.

"Guys, Guys, please! There's no reason to fight. You'll all get your turn at my cunt. I promise. And my name is Brianna!" Soon the former boy with the leather jacket, do rag and key chain was surrounded by all the men, who were taking off their pants before the car pulled away.

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"Abigail," said Tiffany, "I see my Mommy and Daddy coming."

"Oh, your stepdad is very handsome."

"He isn't my stepdad any more. He's my Daddy. He's so good to me. And from now on I'll be good to him. I'm going to miss you, Abigail, you were my very bestest friend forever. You and Juanita." Tiffany clutched D'Artagnan. "Tell me, did you ever figure it out?"

"No, I have no idea why my parents sent me here. I'm so glad they did of course. I learned so much about myself. Soon, I'll find out. Goodbye, Tiffany." The two musketeers hugged a long time.

Alicia's widowed dad came for her. As did chubby Melissa's mom, Mia's mother and her boy friend, and Angelina's uncle. Abigail sat on the porch looking down the drive.

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Five miles away, a car was making its way toward BCS. The woman in the passenger seat said to her husband, "Oh, Dylan, Darling, I can't wait to see Mike again. It's been a long month. I bet he's changed a lot."

"I can't wait either, Natalie, Honey. The weather's been so hot, I bet he's been playing lots of ball. His arm is probably stronger than ever."

"I think it's great how you two work out together. He's so proud that you taught him all about pecs and abs and lats and stuff. I can't keep them all straight."

"You're a female; girls don't need to know about those things. Oh, Natalie, you see that little Toyota coming toward us? The one with all the luggage tied on the roof? I recognize it from last month. They had a kid at the school also." As they passed, the couple saw a lovely young girl about Mike's age in the other car. "Ha, I bet our son was quite the ladies' man this month."

"A chip off the old block, Honey. Marcus did talk a lot about all the girls at the school. Mike will be just like you, Dylan. He's almost into puberty, Dear. You really have to talk to him about sex, before he starts spreading his seed all over the school."

"Yeh, when I was a teenager, I certainly spread my seed around. Of course, after I met you, Natalie, I've been 100% faithful." He blew her a kiss. "I better teach him about anal sex before he goes and knocks some girl up."

"Yes, Dylan, I'd rather our grandchildren were all legitimate. Don't want to have any bastards."

"Natalie, that Marcus though was sure a queer duck when he came to our house, wasn't he?"

"Oh, my, yes, he asked the strangest questions. And I think he was foreign or something, because he kept mixing up the pronouns, he and she."

"I know, when we dropped Mike off, I'm not sure but I thought Marcus may have called him our 'daughter'. But I'm a good judge of character, Natalie. I have to be in my job. I hire and fire people all the time. And despite his little eccentricities, Marcus impressed me as a good strong leader. Reminded me of a wrestling coach I once had."

"Well, he must be awfully good if he changes kids as dramatically as Willard said."

"Natalie, I wonder why he insisted Mike didn't get a haircut before he went. I mean the kid looked like a damn hippie."

"The school must have a regulation haircut that all the kids get. But, I agree, he was beginning to look like a girl."

"Ha! Our Mike? like a girl? No way, ha ha ha." Both parents laughed at the absurdity of it. "And why did we have to fill out that form with all of Mike's sizes."

"Well, that was for the uniforms. Remember, he didn't bring any other clothes. I bet he looks so dashing in his new clothes. I can't wait to see him."

"You once thought I looked dashing."

"Oh, you still do. I see the ladies looking at you, Honey. And Mike's the same way. The girls his age are smitten with him. He's a real lady-killer."

"Yes, sirree, Natalie. He's all boy, all right. And always will be."

"It was certainly nice of Willard to tell us about this school, especially after you fired him."

"Yeah, Willard's a gentleman after all. But I had to let him go last fall. His performance was only mediocre. More than that, I didn't feel I could trust him; he seemed sneaky to me. I admit, when I saw him come into the office back in March, my first thought was, 'Uh oh, this guy is here for revenge,' you know, Natalie, like one of those mad postal workers. First thing I did was try to guess if he was packing heat. I admit now that was silly. He came right into my office and shook my hand and assured me there were no hard feelings. Then he told me about this school he knew about. Said he really thought we should send Mike. Said all the kids who go there are changed forever. Said he knew we'd want only the best for our son. Willard really was a nice guy about it. I had misjudged him."

"Yes, when you came home and told me how much he raved, well, it just seemed like the best thing to do. You know a lesser man would have borne a grudge after getting canned, but he was really very decent. Next week, I'd like to invite him over for dinner to thank him."

"Great idea, Sweetie. I'm sure he'd like to see how much his suggestion changed our Mike."

They came to the sign for the turnoff. "I wonder why it's named Boicunt School, Dylan."

"We said Marcus might be foreign. Maybe it's a Polish word or something."

"No, my guess is that it's someone's name. You know, maybe General Boicunt fought in the Civil War or maybe Rev. Boicunt founded this school."

"More likely, it was a rich benefactor. We'll have to make sure Mike has a Boicunt pennant to hang in his room with all his other pennants. Well, Natalie, there's the front lawn. We're almost there. Do you see him yet?"

"No, but Dylan Honey, who's that girl over there who's waving at us madly, the one with the doll in her hand? I don't know her, do you?"

"Oh...My...God!!!"

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you.