College Sissy Program

Hunter was confused reading the notice to see the dean tomorrow for disciplinary action. He hadn't done anything to warrant this. At least not recently.

"Well, it looks like my luck has finally run out. I wonder what I did this time to get called to the dean's office," he said to his roommate.

"Knowing you, it could be a lot of things: cheating, being loud in class, or maybe it was for something that happened at one of the frat houses you visit frequently."

"Oh, quiet, you," he said, laughing while making a sandwich. "I'm sure whatever it is, it won't be too bad. After I'm done with this, let's play a few matches. I have to kick your ass to get my mind off this anyway.

The next day, Hunter hits snooze 5 times on his alarm. "Shit, I'm going to be late." He throws on some shorts and a t-shirt and rushes to the dean's office. Once there, he shows the secretary the notice he received.

"Ah yes, Mr. Johnson. The dean has been eagerly expecting you. Follow me."

He follows the secretary down the hall behind her. Noticing how hot she is. The clack of her black pumps on the tile as she walks. A white skirt accentuating her nice ass. A blue blouse finished the outfit. It shows a little midriff. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

She knocks on the door and walks in. "Wait here. I have to check to see if the dean is doing anything."

He nodded and thought, "Shouldn't there be an intercom or phone system for that? weird."

Waiting what seemed like forever, The door opens. "The dean will see you now. Come on in and sit down."

Hunter follows and then sits down in the chair provided. The dean is facing the window in an oversized chair that you can't see them.

"Well, well, Mr. Johnson. Do you have any idea why you are here?" They say in a stern voice but still have not turned around to see.

"Uh, no, I don't. I apologize, but the note didn't even give me the dean's name. So I do know who I am speaking to exactly." He says it cautiously but respectfully. He knows not to be funny here.

The chair turns around. And he sees a beautiful woman, probably early 40s, with long black hair and in a business suit. "You are correct. I am Mrs. Saxton, and that is done on purpose. I feel you should only know the dean's name if you are either getting a reward or are in trouble. And you, sir, are the latter".

Hunter felt a shiver down his spine. He has never experienced this before. She was very intimidating.

"Whatever I did, it must be pretty bad, going by your tone. May I know my offense?"

An evil grin formed on her face as she picked up a piece of paper.

4 counts of class distractions

3 counts of improper partying on school grounds

and 5 counts of harassment of some of the women on the campus.

"These are some serious accounts, Mr. Johnson. From this list I have many options of what to do with you. These have all been investigated and confirmed over the past few months, so don't bother trying to lie and say you have no idea what any of these are."

Another shock went through Hunter's whole body. She spoke so firmly and authoritatively. He fumbled to try to get some words out.

"I... Uhh. Well..."

She slams her desk hard and loud. "Looks like you know we have you exactly where we want to. I see you trying to figure out a way to worm your way out with some clever words, but they won't come out, will they? Now what to do with you?"

She stared at Hunter unwavering. Seeing him quiver and sink in his seat. She lets out a little chuckle.

"As far as I see it, I should expel you right here, right now. We could be better off with less of ones like you."

Hunter sat there dumbfounded. She was right. He was screwed. He managed to compose himself enough to say something. "Are you sure there is no other option, Mrs. Saxton? Please, I can't get expelled. I'll do anything."

There it was. Exactly what she wanted to hear. The egging pleas of a desperate man. Right where she wants him. She softens her tone but still keeps her professional demeanor.

"Well, I'm not sure if you are really worthy of any other options. But let me check my files."

She clicks away at her keyboard. After a few more minutes to make Hunter sweat, she smiles. "Well, Mr. Johnson, there is another option. There is another area of the school you probably have never been to. It's a behavioral area. I could swap you to there for the remainder of the school year at least to see if things improve. It is a fairly strict course. It's either that or expulsion, and some officers escort you out of here."

Hunter contemplated for a moment. "If that's the other option, Mrs. n, I'll take it. I don't want to be expelled".

An approved look came across Mars Saxton's face. She loves this. "Well, 1st you'll have to sign a few papers to make it official so the process can start." She grabs a stack of papers and puts them in front of Hunter. "One more thing. This course means you'll have to switch dorms as well. Is that fine with you?"

"Yes, ma'am, it will be fine with me."

"Wonderful start by signing here."

Hunter signed over a dozen papers, not really reading them. They looked like typical legal mumbo jumbo he wouldn't understand anyway.

Mrs. Saxton takes out a camera as he signs the last paper.

"So after you are done with that,. Just need to ask you some basic questions for our legal team."

Hunter nodded. "Sure thing."

"Great. First, are you signing any of these papers under distress or pressure by me or anyone else, Mr. Johnson?"

"No, I am signing these under my own volition."

"Good. Next. Do you understand, to the best of your knowledge, what you are signing?"

"Yes, Mrs. Saxton, it's for a behavioral course in place of expulsion so that I can continue staying here."

"Good, Mr. Johnson, and finally, are you under any substances, whether legal or illegal, that would impair your judgment while signing these documents?"

"No, Mrs. Saxton, I am not under any influence of a substance."

"Ok, we are all done here. You will get a letter within a few days with your instructions for the transition. Now get out of my office."

Hunter walks out the door and goes home. At home he just plops on his bed, dreading his future.

A few days later...

A loud knock wakes up Hunter at 6 am. He stumbles out of bed and answers the door. When he opens it, he sees 2 hot women. Both in short plaid skirts that leave little to the imagination. Tight blouses that show lots of cleavage and the tops of their bras. and really tall heels.

"Hello there, is Mr. Johnson here?"

"You are speaking to him."

"We are here to escort you to your new dorm. You will have 20 minutes to grab whatever you feel you need. The rest will be taken care of after you settle in."

Hunter rushed and packed a bag with a few outfits, a toothbrush, and his game system. "Okay, already," one of the girls takes his bag. "I'll bring that for you; please put your hands behind your back."

"Uh, why?"

"It's for our safety. If you resist, you void the papers you signed and will be expelled."

Hunter shrugged and did as instructed. One of the ladies pulls out a pair of cuffs you'd think would be for the bedroom. Hunter rolled his eyes at the thought. Once cuffed, one of the ladies swiftly kicked him in the balls. Hunter falls to the floor in pain. "Yeah, I bet you feel that, but it will probably be the last time you feel much down there." They laugh and pick him up and start walking him as he groans in pain.

For 20 grueling minutes they walk, and people stare. Hunter gets a little embarrassed when he notices people looking at him like this. The girls don't seem fazed. They get to the hall and walk in. The girls unlock the cuffs and toss Hunter in an empty room. "Wait in here for instructions. Hope you enjoy it here like we do." The last thing Hunter heard was them giggling before the door shut. Then nothing.

Once he got his bearings, he noticed the room was bare except for a desk and computer. He wondered what he got himself into. A speaker crackles. "Sit down at the computer, turn it on, and click on the icon on the screen."

Hunter does as instructed. sits down and opens it up. A list of questions popped up.

Question 1

What female name do you like?

"That's a weird question," Hunter thought to himself. He answered the question, 'Jayne.'

As he answered the questions, he got more and more confused. They all seemed like fairly feminine-based questions. But who was he to question it? After 2 hours he finished and hit submit. "Man, that was exhausting," he thought to himself. "Wait, where is my bag? Did they forget to give it to me? Crap, I have my PS5 in there and my cell phone. It took forever to save for it. Hope they don't steal it." He investigated the computer to no avail. No other programs were unlocked for him to use. The only way for him to know how long he had been there was the clock on the computer.

3 hours later...

Hunter was going stir-crazy from boredom. Not getting any information on when something might happen. Then the door creaks open. "Johnson, follow me. Don't speak unless asked a question."

Hunter looks up and sees Mrs. Saxton and does as instructed. As they walk down the hall, he notices that there are no other guys here, only hot girls. This only puzzles him more and makes him on edge. They reach a classroom door labeled Hum 101.

"This is your 1st class, Johnson. You will be molded into the perfect student here or die trying. It has a 100% success rate. There is no true failing, only a continuation of the course until the instructor is satisfied. Then once you pass, you take the next class until the course is over. It's all covered under whatever payments you are already paying the school for tuition. Any final questions?"

"How many courses are there exactly?"

"Let's see. There is HUM101, DSM 101 and 102, SAP 101 and 102, Service 101, and finally job training to help you get a job after you finish the course. The jobs will be guaranteed due to our recruiters watching the progress of everyone, and everyone in the graduation class of this course will have a stable life after completion. Is there anything else?"

"No, Mrs. Saxton. I think you explained it well enough. Thank you for this opportunity to better myself."

"You are welcome, and you will be thanking me even more once you are finished."

She knocks on the door to the class. "Your new student is here, Miss Smith."

The door opens, and Hunter gets shoved in, and the door shuts and locks behind him. Once he gets his bearings. Miss Smith speaks. "Welcome, Jayne, you are going to get quite the training." Hunter was confused, but before he could speak, he got interrupted. "Now, I've got your uniform in a bag on my desk. Now strip."

"Wait, what??!! That seems illegal or something." A sharp pain was suddenly felt on his ass. "That doesn't matter, bitch. You probably don't know what the door sign is short for. This is Humiliation 101. You will be broken down and humiliated in many ways. Until you embrace the humiliation with pride." Another pain in his ass suddenly happens. He looks and sees a whip in the instructor's hand. "Now, class, you know what to do."

The class simultaneously gets up from their chairs. All Hunter hears is high heels clacking towards him. 2 students pick him up. "Awe, look how cute she is. She's going to be so pretty, Miss Smith. Should we help her remove those gross clothes?"

"Yes, Bethany, start the 1st lesson." one of the girls grabs some scissors and starts cutting Hunters clothes off."

"Stop this. This isn't right." A slap comes across Hunter's face. "Shut up, Jayne; you are going to be here a long time."

"My name isn't Jayne; it's Hun..." Another slap comes across Hunter's face. "Incorrect, bitch. Your name here is Jayne. That's what everyone will be calling you, little Jayne. Samantha, incapacitate her."

"Yes, miss." A swift kick in the crotch later, and Hunter is unable to defend himself anymore. The girls finish cutting all his clothes off. Then take a step back.

"Look at that pathetic dick. It's so tiny."

"Yeah, I bet it could fit in my personal pencil sharpener and still have space."

"Yeah, I could put that in my mouth and be like, is it in there yet?"

The insults kept coming and coming. Each more hurtful than the last. After what felt like an eternity in hell. They stood him up, and Miss Smith put her hand in the bag.

"Time to see what clique Jayne is going to be part of." Miss Smith said playfully. "Belle, come and pick from the bag." Belle squeals in excitement and heads to the bag. The two girls holding Hunter face Hunter towards the bag. Belle puts her hand in and pulls out a purple thong that says slut on it.

"Looks like Jayne will be part of the purple peckers. A few of their members have graduated from this class. They could use someone new." Miss Smith proclaims. Will one of the peckers come up and initiate your new member?"

A short girl, about 5'6" even in heels, walks up. Belle hands her the thong. "Hello, I am Shawnee. And with this thong, I welcome you to our clique. Shawnee grabs Hunter's legs and slides the thong up them until it is firmly on him. Everyone claps. Hunter weeps in embarrassment.

"Now, Jayne, finish getting dressed in front of the class like a good girl, or we will go for another round." Miss Smith is grinning manically.

Hunter, feeling defeated, grabs the items from the bag. The first thing was a purple checkered skirt, and she slipped it on. It barely covered his ass, and he felt exposed. Seeing Miss Smith's glare, he continued. Next were some stockings with purple bows along the top.

"Oh right, you don't know how to put stockings on properly yet. Sit on my desk, and I will put them on you. But after this you will be expected to do them yourself and have them look perfect or be punished."

Hunter nodded and sat on the desk. His ass was stinging from the whipping that happened earlier. Miss Smith rolled up the stockings and started rolling them up his legs. They reached just above Hunter's knees. "This hair is annoying, but don't worry, your clique will help you with shaving and basic upkeep. Today is the exception. All finished here. Grab the next thing."

Hunter begrudgingly grabbed the next thing, a purple bra. It was lacy and had ribbons flowing down from the bottom. "Shawnee, help Jayne with her first bra and remember to tell her how pretty she looks."

Shawnee got up and walked towards Hunter. "Ok, Jayne, put your arms out. Yes, like that. You are so pretty in purple, Jayne; it's your color. Now you would put your arms through likes, and then you would have to hook it in the back. It takes a few times to get it right, but you'll get used to it." Shawnee hooks the bra up, and Miss Smith hands her something. "These are breast inserts. They are so you can fill out that bra a bit. You'll start out small. And people will bully you for it. It's encouraged. As you can see, some of us are huge and some are small. It's a social status to have bigger boobs, whether real or fake."

Hunter could only weep as this was happening to him, knowing he had no way out.

"Ok, last item, Jayne." Miss Smith points to the bag. Hunter grabs the remaining item. It's a light purple button-up blouse. Hunter puts his arms in the sleeves. They are puffy, see-through, and short. As he buttons it up, he notices that it exposes his belly. "Now you leave the top two unbuttoned unless stated otherwise." Miss Smith instructed. With that you can clearly see the top frills of the bra and the tiny cleavage.

"Look how cute your new classmate is. She is so precious. Now I will give her the final touches."

Miss Smith grabs a wig from a bag. "I'll let you choose this one thing, Jayne. blonde, brunette, black, or redhead."

Hunter, defeated, picks the brunette since his hair color is close to the wig's. Hoping it will help him keep some of his personal feeling of self intact if the hair color stays similar at least.

"You are to wear this wig every day. We will provide more as time comes, and it will be styled in whatever style is assigned before entering this room. You will be given a planner that only receives messages and calendar updates and will be updated every night at 11 pm. You understand?" Hunter nods.

"Good, now for your 2nd lesson."

She walks over to a closet in the room and pulls out purple heels. They have a 4-inch heel 1 inch platform and have 2 straps. She walks over to Hunter and dangles them in front of his face. "Welcome to your favorite pair of shoes for the next few months." She lets out a hard laugh. "Sit on the desk, Jayne." Hunter complies. Miss Smith slides the shoes onto Hunter's feet and grabs 4 padlocks and locks them on the straps. One that is right above the ankle and the other right on the side of the ankle on each shoe.

"Time for your walking lessons, Jayne." A giggle lingers in the class as Hunter puts his head down in shame.

To be continued