Sasha Sucklove's Sissy School Ch. 07

This is the 7th public chapter of a (currently) 17 part story, detailing Sasha Sucklove's Sissy School.

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It had been three months since Eve first arrived at Sasha Sucklove's.

In that time, they had changed inside and out, to the point that they would hardly be able to recognize the young man who'd come in. Deportment class had trained every bit of masculinity out of them, from their body language to their reactions. There were no laughs in Sasha Sucklove's, only giggles. If a sissy wanted to appeal her case or make someone see her point of view, she wouldn't raise her voice. She would simply pout and bat her eyelashes. Talking with your hands was highly encouraged, especially if you used all sorts of limp wristed gestures.

It wasn't just deportment. Gym regularly reminded the sissies of their new state. Their lack of strength was celebrated with absurd challenges meant to make the girls bawl.

"If you can lift this, we'll let you go!"

"If you can hold up just the bar of the bench press, with no weights on it, we'll let you have a relief session without your cage on."

Even Eve, who prided herself on being the most clever and cynical of the sissies, had fallen for one. She had tried to arm wrestle Mistress Amy, with the advantage of using both arms while the teacher used only one. She had thought that would give her a chance, and that she'd get the reward of a day out of heels. Of course, she lost. She held her tears though, proudly fighting against the shame and estrogen. Most of the girls tried to put on brave faces, but it was hard. One of them cried when they first did a successful split, horrified by their new flexibility. Mistress Amy spent the rest of class laughing about how she was crying 'tears of joy' because her man would be able to contort her in any way he wanted.

Her man.

All the sissies knew that they were being turned into wives, slaves and subs, even if relief was still female based. They were being pegged by women, but that was surely just another step towards serving men. Why else would they be spending so much time becoming experts in fashion, with a focus on the male gaze. The class wasn't about them learning to love their appearance. The class was about them looking good for someone else. At least the teacher was nice. She was the only warm presence in this entire school. Her compliments about their looks seemed to be the only genuine compliments they were ever paid.

And anatomy...

Last week, Dr. Greene took samples from each of the sissies, showing them the difference between their initial DNA and the DNA that now laid in every one of their cells. Their balls had been completely reprogrammed to produce a potent cocktail of female hormones, and each sissy had been given the allergy to testosterone that had almost completely removed their ability to process it.

But that only accounted for some of the changes that they saw when Dr. Greene put the DNA samples side by side on her projector. When the students raised their hands to ask what the other ones were, she snickered and shook her head, moving on as if they hadn't said anything. Eve had spent the whole evening after that class pacing, despite her now 6 inch heels. She had to think. She had to figure a way out of this.

She already had an idea. But it wasn't going to work unless certain people cooperated.

As she got ready on the morning of her 90th day at Sasha Sucklove's, she could only hope the tides would change. Good news was few and far between here, but she knew she'd need patience. There had been numerous other escape attempts since Gina's, but all had failed. Most had been completely ill advised, the product of the sissy's impotent shame. They just wanted to rebel just to show that there was still fight in them, even if it was futile. That was how they reacted to their continued changes. All of them were passable as gorgeous young women by now. If they didn't remind you every once and a while, you'd forget they'd ever been males.

Eve looked in the mirror once she was dressed. A low cut white blouse showed off her now D cup breasts, and a cute pink jacket complimented the look. A light and flowy pink skirt went down to her mid thigh, matching the heels that were locked onto her feet. Her chestnut brown hair went down to her midback by now, and was styled with pink ribbons and clips. Her makeup was impeccable, and her waist was so cinched that you'd assume she was still wearing the smart-corset. She wasn't, of course. That had come off two weeks ago, even if its effects seemed permanent. It was intolerable. Heck, if she had seen her waist in a picture, she'd assume it was photoshopped.

Luckily the skirt hid her butt. Her butt...

Mistress Amy was always sure to compliment it in the locker room. Hopefully she would find someone else to tease today.

"Any luck with the older girls..." she asked Cindy as she got dressed, her long red hair bouncing with each step.

"Same answer as before we went to bed..." she said, shaking her head. "If they know how Ethan got out, they aren't telling."

"Some of them have been here long enough to know. Even if they weren't here when he was, they would have heard. People would have passed that story down. And some of those people have to have some fight left in them."

"Yeah, you're right, they should. They would. They have to... but they don't. Or they're just not willing to help" offered Cindy.

"Just... keep trying. I'll do the same" offered Eve, not sounding too optimistic. Maybe the way her breasts kept bouncing up and down for all to see was eating at her.

"I'm obviously not going to stop trying. But we're collared. Underground... who knows what other measures they have against us?"

"Yeah, but he escaped. So we just have to figure out how and figure out how the school would have shored up those points. It's our only chance."

Cindy glanced at her mirror and frowned before turning with a nod.

"I'll try Lisa. She's been here long enough to know, and short enough to not be some pink ditz. I'll ask her before..." she trailed off. Ever since Relief was introduced into the curriculum, the sissies had come to a tacit agreement not to talk about it. It was the only stimulation they got, the only consolation to this place. So they didn't judge it... but they didn't bring it up either. Roommates were perhaps a bit more open about their experiences there than others, but Cindy still wasn't in the habit of discussing what she did with her girl.

As for Eve...

"Ugh, why did I have to get the one student who never goes to relief" muttered Cindy in joking annoyance.

Eve hadn't told her the reason. Of course she hadn't. She tried not to even think about it and she made sure to avoid relief sessions like the plague. Luckily, they were voluntary.

Still, Eve was the only student who never, not even once, volunteered.

The pair of them went out into a hallway full of hot young women, or at least sissies that looked like them. It was strange to see the enviable, desirable bodies around them and square that with what they knew. More than once, Eve had thought to themselves that if they were their old self, this place would seem like some sort of hottie paradise.

And Eve was one of the hotties.

Their deportment class today was based on their breasts, and the ways they could use body language to accentuate them. Leaning forward. Laying them on the table. Pretty much anything to objectify yourself for some leering dude's delight. Naturally, Eve was chosen for the demonstration. She pouted as Mistress Rachel positioned her in order to accentuate her massive chest, complimenting the sissy's "wonderful melons" in between lectures.

Gym was a bit better, if only because Mistress Amy didn't have time for Eve. She was busy teasing Bianca for her newly uncorseted body. All she said towards Eve was "big boobs, a big butt and a slim waist between them. What else does a sissy need?"

Finally, the only period that actually mattered to Eve came.

Lunch.

She sat with Cindy and watched until Lisa came in. She was a dirty blonde in a tight dress, mincing into the middle of the room. Cindy waited until she went to get her salad before getting up, hoping to 'accidentally' bump into her.

Eve watched the encounter.

She saw Cindy make a bit of small talk while Lisa stood uninterested. She saw Lisa's face go a bit pale as Cindy got to the point. Then, she saw Lisa storm off.

Perfect.

Cindy returned without a word. In fact, they didn't say a single word for the rest of the period. They just sat there and nibbled before heading out to the rest of their classes. Both of them were wondering what to do now, who to ask next. It was hard enough to try this with the faculty watching them, no doubt waiting for any hints of rebellion. But all the rejections, all the people who didn't trust them or didn't think any resistance was worth it... that was what really depressed them.

They got back to their dorm at the end of the day and sat there, silently looking to each other for ideas. Luckily, they wouldn't have to wallow for long. Relief was scheduled soon and Cindy was bound to go.

But even before that time, they were interrupted.

"Sissy Eve" came the harsh, modulated voice of a guard outside. They still betrayed no hint of humanity underneath their all encompassing SWAT gear, but they had occasionally talked in the last three months. Well, the voice changer in their helmets had talked. Who knew what they actually sounded like outside the deep, robotic speech.

Eve stood up and approached the door, which slowly opened.

"You are requested in the headmaster's office."

Eve's whole body went taut.

"W... why?"

The guards weren't much for explanations, only orders. He stood there, holding his cattleprod and waiting. Eve gulped and followed him out, shooting a scared look to Cindy as the door closed behind her.

The walk down the halls seemed to last forever as the quick clicks of Eve's heels and the harsh thuds of the guard's boots formed a steady rhythm. Eve would rather have been punished than see the headmaster again. Even the times when she'd caught glimpses of him had been hard. Meeting in his office would be impossible. It was terrifying. She could hardly bring herself to take the steps and had to steel herself as they neared his door.

The guard reached forward and opened the door. Eve couldn't even bring herself to look up. She stared at her feet, hearing nothing but her heartbeat and the sound of her breath.

But she stepped inside. The door closed behind her. That's when she realized what was waiting for her.

Bri was bent over the desk, wearing nothing but her heels and an overwhelmed expression. Her breasts pressed into the wood, her nipples ground against it with every thrust from behind. Her waist tapered into her wide hips and bubble butt, which was currently bouncing up and down as the headmaster pistoned into her. Her pink manicured hands gripped on the front of the desk as her moans filled the room. He was holding onto her soft, lovely blonde hair, gripping and pulling with no regard to her. It must have been painful, but Bri betrayed none of that. It was then that Eve realized what Bri was, and what every sissy was meant to be. She was a prism of the feminine ideal, taking whatever came in and refracting beauty out. She took pain and reacted with beautiful moans. She received horrible treatment and gave back giggles. It was impossible for her to displease anyone because even when they mistreated her, it was impossible for her reaction to be anything but hot, cute or sexy. No matter what stimulus she received, she had been trained to react as if it was amazing, and she was grateful to be the sissy that got it.

The headmaster railed into her without caring about her as anything but his toy, but she moaned out the sweetest sound Eve had ever heard. Eve closed her eyes but even hearing it was enough to make her stir slightly in the cage. After so long caged and so many hormones, Bri could still get anyone going.

Finally, the sounds of the headmaster grunting told that it was over. Bri softly cooed, and Eve got red in the face. Opening one eye, she saw the headmaster slowly snake his member out of Bri, looking up at his new guest as it laid on the table.

"Oh, Eve. I forgot I called for you" he smiled as he laid a hard SMACK on Bri's tush.

Bri bit her lip and giggled. "Daddy..."

"Why... why was I called here?" asked Eve in a trembling voice.

"Well, I said that you were one of my favorites from the new class. But I've been so busy downstairs that I haven't gotten to see much of your progress" he smirked, brazenly oogling her chest.

"Oh... okay..." she sheepishly replied, utterly frozen by fear.

Bri got up in the meantime, her flat, silver cage shining in the light as though it'd just been polished. The headmaster put an arm around her as they both approached Eve.

"She looks so pretty now. Doesn't she, Brianna?"

"Totally! I told you that you'd come out gorgeous" smiled the head sissy.

"Oh, I'm just remembering why I wanted to talk. I hear you haven't been to a single relief session. Aside from the first one, of course" he grinned.

Eve looked down to the floor, even the sight of Bri's spectacular nude body doing nothing to help her look up. She wished that lightning would strike her here and now. But they were underground. And no one was coming to help her.

"You know why..."

"Why? Oh right. Because I pulled that cute little switcheroo on you. You thought it was her with the strapon and instead it was me." He looked so self satisfied as he pretended to realize. "You should thank me. Most sissies don't get to lose their virginity to the man in charge."

Eve kept looking down.

"Bri, darling. Go get dressed."

Eve heard the click of heels as a hand reached down and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up until she and the headmaster were looking at each other.

"You know, you could get a lot of perks if you were a good girl. The best treatment in the whole school if you were the lovely little thing I need. Either it's me or it's someone else but you're going to get railed again. You might even get to the point where you ask for it. So... take your top off."

Eve could hardly breathe. She definitely couldn't think. She was shaking as the headmaster reached around and took her cute little jacket off, and then unbuttoned her blouse. The pink bra below was cute and lacey, more designed to be seen than to support.

He walked behind and gave her butt a SMACK before unhooking the bra and taking it off.

As he walked back in front, Brianna returned, wearing an adorable yellow sundress that went beautifully with her blonde hair.

"D cups, right? You know, I ran your DNA through our prediction algorithm after you went by Bri's dorm. Our data suggested you'd only get Bs. I couldn't let that stand though. So I stepped in and upped your regiment. I bet it's been a nightmare for your emotional state but you can see that it was worth it. It'd be a waste if you only had the B cups you were meant for."

Two tears flowed down Eve's face. One from each eye.

"If you don't want relief, that's fine. You're no Bri, after all. But there is something so fun about a work in progress..." he shrugged. "Think it over. You're dismissed."

As if they were listening, the guard outside opened the door. Eve reached down for her top, but the headmaster kicked it aside, before shooing her off with his hand. So Eve walked out. She didn't need to be told twice.

She walked barechested and bouncing down the halls as the other students watched, trying hard not to cry until she reached her dorm.

She didn't tell Cindy what happened. She didn't tell her what was wrong. She just sobbed. She sobbed in waves of ebbs and flows until she passed out that night.

The next morning was like all the others. So was the day.

She minced and prissed up a storm in deportment.

She put both her legs behind her head in gym.

She designed a dress in fashion, for which the teacher praised her.

In anatomy, Dr. Greene explained how alterations to the sissy's digestive system made their anuses as clean and welcoming as could be, without the need for douching or anal preparation.

Two days of repetition with no luck and no change, and with Cindy looking at her if she wanted an explanation but wouldn't push: they came and went without fanfare.

Eve was starting to think about accepting the headmaster's offer, just so she could steal a pair of needles or scissors and get at him. But she knew that she wouldn't have been the first person to think of that. It probably wouldn't work.

As lunch came, three days after her topless walk, her and Cindy sat there without any more names. They'd run out of girls to ask.

They'd just about given up hope.

"Hey."

Eve and Cindy turned to see Lisa next to them. Her earring had 'fallen out' and rolled under their seat.

"I heard what the headmaster did to you... I want to help. I can tell you how Ethan escaped."