Boi Cunt School

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Chapter 8

When Dominick got to Alejandro's apartment, he was shivering. He spotted his swiss army knife on Alejandro's dresser but said nothing. He readily accepted the man's suggestion they get under the warm bed covers. Alejandro spooned him and hugged him tight. "Oh, Evelyn, you're shivering so."

"I was naked and barefoot and you made me walk ten miles in the freezing cold."

"Hehe, little Girl, you're so funny. It was only a hundred yards and it's seventy degrees outside."

"Still."

"But now I'm here to keep you warm, Honey."

"Yeah, like you did Hunter, oh excuse me, Meee-uhhh."

"Mia wasn't cold. She just wanted to learn more about her cunt."

"So you showed her."

"Of course. That's what I'm here for."

"And that's why I'm here now in your bed, right? So you can get into my cunt?"

"It's something all you girls have to learn sooner of later. Alejandro began fingering Dominick's hole. He smiled to himself, remembering when this pretty little ass emerged from its cammy-printed briefs out in the field.

"Well, then let's get on with it, Man. You heard what Marcus said, tomorrow is a busy day, a girl needs her beauty sleep, all that crap."

"Wow, you really are anxious, aren't you, Evelyn. Well, all right. Let's take care of your cunt.

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"Oh, there you are, Evelyn."

"Hi, Mizz Chloe, yeah, I was at Alejandro's."

"I know, but I still worry until all my girls are safely home. I'll go to bed now."

Evelyn started toward the stairs. She was Evelyn now. She'd left Dominick back there in Alejandro's room with the swiss army knife. As she passed the living room, Marcus came out with Emma. "Ahh, Evelyn, I see you're back. Did you have a good time? I hope you didn't catch a cold."

"No, Mr. Marcus. When we got into Alejandro's bed he made me nice and warm. And after we had sex, he gave me a big warm robe and furry slippers to wear to come back here. He walked me to the front door. He was very nice."

"Did you kiss him goodnight?"

"Of course, Mr. Marcus. Then I thanked him for the robe and slippers and gave them back. I had a good time, Sir."

"So did I," added Emma, hugging Marcus' waist. Circumcised Joshua was now nowhere around.

"And I had a good time with you, Emma." Marcus kissed her on the top of her head, and she went over and took her sister's hand. "You two both look tired, Girls. You best go up to your rooms now." He watched the two ascend the stairs a little lethargically. They put their arms around each other's waist, the way girls do (and the way boys don't).

"What was it like with Mr. Marcus, Emma?"

"It was wonderful. He was very gentle with me."

"Alejandro wasn't gentle. He was kinda rough but I liked it that way. When I was, you know, a boy, when I was Dominick, I always liked to play rough. I guess I still do. But then when he walked me home, he was very gentle."

"I hope I get to give my cunt to him some time soon," said Emma dreamily.

"I wonder what it is, Emma."

"What what is, Evelyn?"

"The surprise. They said they put a surprise on our beds to help us go to sleep."

"Hehe, I forgot." They quickened their pace. In the hall Emma kissed her little sister good night, the way girls do (and the way boys don't), and the two went into their own rooms. Emma found a pretty stuffed dolly on her bed. She looked around at her roommates. Jasmine (Ethan), Abigail (Mike) and Tiffany (Bob) were all sound asleep. Each of them was clutching their own dolly. It had been a long, very eventful day.

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The next morning, the students stumbled down to breakfast, one by one, between nine and ten. Mizz Chloe had woken everyone up at seven, but they were slow getting ready. They discovered that girls need a lot more prep time each day than boys. There's all the hair care and the makeup and the extra clothes, which of course were still somewhat unfamiliar. On top of that, the ones who had now recognized their own female gender wanted to shower alone. Boys take communal showers. Girls don't.

After breakfast, there were more lessons. So much to learn. Lessons in sitting. Lessons in standing. There were elocution lessons; the students learned that girls talk different from boys, and then those whose voices had dropped needed to learn to change the manly baritone into sexy sultriness.

For all the students who had started puberty, there was the lesson on shaving and waxing. So much unwanted body hair. On the legs and arms, the chest and butt, the face of course, and the bikini lines. This chore was going to be yet another thing to slow down the mornings. The teachers had the prepubes stay to watch, because one day down the road they would be shaving and waxing as well.

There was even a urination lesson; they learned that girls never stand to pee. In a ladies room, they must put down the seat and sit down. They must be sure their skirts are raised up in back so they don't get them wet.

"Now, Girls," said Mizz Faith, "I need to talk to you about a very delicate matter." Then came the lesson on tampons and napkins. "You're all girls, but very special girls. You'll never get a monthly period. But you still need to know about these things, so you don't sound stupid when you talk to other females, and you don't act stupid when you see these things in ladies' rooms."

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It was a very hot afternoon, so Marcus announced they were all going swimming. Each student got their own bathing suit. Some of them, like chubby Melissa and endowed Brittany, got one piece suits, but most got a two piece, including three who could wear a string bikini and carry it off. Of course, putting on these new bathing suits was a lesson itself. Then, in the pool they learned that girls don't like to get their hair wet, so that put a real damper on any horseplay. But it was relaxing, being able to swim and lounge around the pool and catch a few rays.

Marcus came out to the pool and announced, "Girls, in a couple hours, we're going to have a visitor. So you're going to have to start taking turns showering. You'll find that we've given you more new clothes to put on, informal clothes more suitable for playing than your school uniforms." The younger children were given jumpers and sun dresses, the middle ones snug fitting capri pants and bare middrift tube tops, and the teenagers hot pants shorts with blouses that tied under their tits. Marcus told them to wear their name signs for the visitor.

At four, they were all in the living room, admiring each other and anticipating who the visitor might be. Juanita and Brianna had shaved a second time to get rid of their five o'clock shadows. Kaitlyn asked her sisters if her dress looked ok. Several wondered if the visitor was going to be a man or a woman.

Over in the corner, Bob and Mike were whispering to Pablo. "Look at Joshua over there, all giggly and happy. He told us Marcus gave him some wonderful news last night and that he fucked his ass, except he wouldn't use the word fuck and he kept insisting he was Emma. Maybe getting fucked ain't so bad after all."

"Listen, guys. Don't fall for any of that crap. These fags might like it, but not the three musketeers. Never. It's terrible when a guy sticks his cock up your ass hole."

"Has it happened to you, Pablo?"

"Shit, hundreds of times. And I hate it, hate it!" He told them that his parents died three years ago, and his brother Raul, then 21, got custody. A week after the funeral, the nightly rapes started.

Bob told them how his stepdad was always trying to fuck him, but he always escaped. Pablo congratulated him, "Good for you, Bob. He sent you here so the school could break you. But you hang in there. Be strong. I got your back."

"But I don't understand," said Mike. "Pablo, your brother wants you to be a girl and Bob, your stepdad wants you to be a girl, but my parents don't want me to be a girl."

Pablo cocked his eyebrow. "He doesn't come to your bed at night?" Mike insisted he never did. "He doesn't call you a sissy?" Mike shook his head.

Bob said, "Maybe it's an uncle then. Or a neighbor." Mike said No to all the suggestions. "Well, somebody wants to get into your ass hole. That's the only reason they send kids here."

Sarah heard a car drive up and all the kids ran to the window. A fit Indian gentleman in his forties stepped out carrying a leather bag. Marcus greeted him on the porch and brought him inside.

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