College Sissy Program Pt. 04

The new feelings Hunter is feeling are both strange and sensational. The way the skirt feels on his now hairless legs and ass flows much better than before. The thong in his ass feels both less annoying and more stuck up his ass at the same time. He still dreads walking in heels. His normal walking stride can't accommodate the new footwear. Being close to being on your toes does not make it smart to take longer strides. He keeps struggling, trying a new walking pattern, but when he loses thought about how he's walking, he goes back to his long stride and almost trips forward on his face. He is also fidgeting with his new nails. I have never had to experience long nails before. He always kept his nails short, like most guys. He holds his hand out, both admiring it and looking at it in disgust, seeing Sissy Jayne on his hands for everyone to see. Shawnee sees Hunter in deep interest in his new look.

"I see you are very interested in your new look. She did do a stellar job on you. You are probably one of the top prettiest girls in here. And you haven't given much resistance. You must secretly enjoy this, you freak, just kidding." She lets out a chuckle.

"Well, it is very different, but you are wrong about that. I fucking hate this. I don't know how you women do anything in heels and these things on your hands. And I did put up resistance."

"Yea, if that's what you call resistance, then a baby sleeping soundly for the night without waking up, is it showing resistance to cry?"

"Look, Shawnee, I am not stupid. I don't take unnecessary risks if I don't have to. I did show a few small outbursts to see what would happen. Immediate regret. Punishments, physical corporal punishments. So after that I became more reserved, gave them what they wanted to see, and became more compliant, at least to not draw as much attention to myself. I didn't want to push the envelope too much yet. It is my 1st day after all."

"Yeah, if that's what you want to call it. Whatever you want to tell yourself."

"No, it's true. I was part of multiple frats on campus. The hazing rituals they have are designed to break people. and I flew through them."

"Yeah, we know about your frat life. You don't know this, but before you came into class, they had told us about the new student that would be joining us. They told us what you were charged with and whatever little bits of life on campus they knew about you. That way we knew how to treat you."

Hunter stopped in place at this revelation. "I'm sure some of whatever they said was exaggerated, and probably some lies were thrown in there to get the treatment they wanted."

"Yeah, you are probably right. Why don't you tell me your side?" An eye roll showed the distrust she has for people. She waves at Hunter to keep walking.

"Well, I'm not a typical frat bro. You know the type. arrogant, disrespectful, and kind of dumb. I'm actually the complete opposite. I took joining the frats as a challenge to myself. Did I break a few rules along the way? Yes. But that is always for the thrill of finding where the line is. You can't fully break the rules and tear down the structure until you fully understand how small and fragile the box is. That's what I am doing here. This is all very new; I am analyzing everything to see what my next steps can be. I gave a small shout early to see if I could get some sympathy. Nope, I got slapped and scolded. Then later, as things ramped up, one more plea for logic to prevail. immediate repercussions. As Miss Smith spoke, I learned what she wanted to see. So I obliged and played the part. Right now I have to keep as low and seem as compliant as possible until I know the daily routine and find a weakness and exploit it. like how I exploited the frat leader's weakness. A girlfriend not to 'date' here, a missing item there. All within their rules set so that I can claim plausible deniability."

"You devious little scamp. That is genius. But here it may be harder to find such a weakness. Many have tried. I've witnessed 4 escape attempts myself. I never did see those girls again. I'm scared to think that may have happened to them." A brief trace of concern formed across Shawnee's face.

Hunter pauses for a second to take that information in. "So tell me more about the school." What's lunch like? Is it like prison food? What did the failure of escape look like?"

Shawnee looks at Hunter, not knowing how much she should give away. He could be using her like the others he talked about. But she has grown a little attachment to him. Like how you think of a little scared puppy. "Well, Jayne, The food is surprisingly top-notch. You'll be surprised how good it tastes. They do put everyone on a diet specifically tailored to the individual. As for the escapes. One person tried the classic digging a hole in their wall to try to get outside. But we don't get to see all of this building. We get guided to specific areas. The person got lost and ended up in a teachers' room. Another purposely broke their legs so they wouldn't have to be in heels. It was quite gruesome, but they have a secret, top-of-the-line medical area. I only know that because I fractured my ankle in the 1st week and was put up in their infirmary. It's the only time you are freed from these prisons of shoes. I talked to a few of the girls in there when the doctors were out of earshot. Some had been here for 3 years. Some were in bad shape mentally, but some seemed to be in bliss, like they were hypnotized or something. Anyway, we are here."

A big, open double door appears in front of them as they walk through it. The buzzing sound of chatter fills the air. It gave Hunter some calm. This brought back memories of high school. But just as fast as he started reminiscing, something caught his eye. There was a line of about 10 in front of them. At the front he saw 2 guard-looking women. They were groping and inspecting the person at the front of the line.

"What is happening up there, Shawnee? Do you think she did something to cause them to search her?"

Shawnee giggles. "No, that's just what they do every day when we are sent here. They weigh you and do measurements and check for anything that they deem unneeded for us to have upon us. I guess it's for them to see if we are hiding things for escape or ways to harm the ones in charge. Like I said, they put everyone on a diet. So this is how they tell if you are making progress. Where she is standing is a scale for weight."

"Oh, I see. So they control every aspect of your time here, it seems."

"Yeah, you are getting it. Also, they run this cafeteria like a cliché high school drama, social hierarchy and everything. Think of Mean Girls but to the extreme. Take a gander."

Hunter takes a few seconds to scan the room. All the girls in the room are sitting with only their color-coordinated clothes. "So I know we are in what is called the Purple Peckers. I assume that's what these sections are for. What is the difference between the 4 colors of clothes, if any?"

"Well, first of all, each group gets a different distribution of sissies to real women. We are in the one that is split even between women and sissies. The Black Bitches are a 2:1 ratio of woman to sissy. They are trained to like pain a bit more than others. It's like an adrenaline rush for them after a certain point. Next are the Red Rubies. They have a 3:1 ratio. The women in this one are trained to get their sissies in trouble and take no responsibility for their own actions. I would watch your ass and avoid them. And lastly are the Pink Princesses. This is the most extreme ratio of 10:1. If you can see, there are only 11 in this group at this time. So only one sissy; be glad you aren't in that one. They act like they are the teachers to their sissy. And they are allowed to be like that. They are the only ones allowed to recruit from other cliques as long as the dean approves of the exchange. All sissies should avoid them at all costs."

Hunter takes all this information in and continues his analysis of the room. 2 guards at the front of the line, 2 at the door they entered, and 5 patrolling the room. The door slams behind him. He jumps a little startled. Only 3 others came in after him and Shawnee. The doors make an audible locking sound. A voice comes on the speaker.

*crackle* "Lunch has now begun. Women, you may now start eating your food if you have gotten it already. Remember, sissies, you aren't to start eating until all the women in your clique are at least halfway finished with their meals. Look at the line to see if any of your clique are still online. Have a good meal, ladies. You have 2 hours to complete your meal and activities before heading back to your dorms." crackle

Hunter hears his belly start to grumble. "So this must be part of breaking us guys down."

"Hey, don't say that; you'll get in trouble. There are no male pronouns here." Shawnee quickly whispers to Hunter.

"Next. Present chastity and name." A strong voice resonates as Shawnee walks up and gives her information to the guards as they measure her. They hand her a tray, and she walks towards the purple tables.

"Next, present chastity and name." Hunter's heart beats hard and loud in his chest. nervous at what might happen. He remembers that the dean has special requests for him. He doesn't expect anything different for this. He takes a deep breath to calm down. He knows he has to get through all this to find out a plan of escape. He walks up to the guards and lifts his skirt. "Jayne Johnson miss."

The guards take a small look at each other and grin. Then one slaps his ass and the other his cage. "You must be the new girl we have heard about. You are supposed to thank us for the privilege of showing us your pathetic chastity. Now apologize and do it right."

Hunter is shaken from the double pain. How could he have forgotten about that so soon? It was only an hour ago in the hallway with that other woman. He gets his composure and retries. "I'm sorry, miss. Thank you for letting me show my chastity. I am Jayne Johnson."

The guards laugh. "Good, sissy. You will learn your place soon." They take a look at a tablet and start their measurements. "Weight 185 lbs., heel height 4.5 inches. Height in heels: 5'9". Waist 33 inches. Bust size 36 inches, B cup breast forms. So cute and small. Hips 34 inches. Looks like a bit of work for this one." One of the guards turns around and grabs a tray of food and hands it to Hunter. "Here is your meal, Sissy. Go sit with your color."

"Thank you, miss." He grabs the tray and walks towards the purple section of the room. His nails make holding the tray awkward. He constantly is adjusting his hands so he doesn't drop it. His tray consists of a sandwich, a shake, and a salad with a side of ranch. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. He scans the room looking for Shawnee, nervous about being noticed by one of the groups Shawnee warned him about. He sees her waving him over, and he follows. When he gets to the table, he notices some people are standing and some are sitting.

"Hey, Jayne. Welcome to the table. As you can probably see, there aren't enough chairs for everyone. All sissies must stand at all times. Only women get to sit. So get acquainted with your sissy clique mates while us women eat a bit."

Hunter figured as much. It seems like they really hate men here. But yet the place fills misogynistic stereotypes as well. The table consists of 6 women and 6 sissies, including himself. He might as well network, he thinks to himself. "Hello. I'm Jayne. Who might you be?"

The other sissies introduce themselves one by one. Their smiles are unsettling. And their demeanor is off-putting to Hunter as well. He asked some follow-up questions, like how long they had been there and what they were in for. He didn't get much information from them. They seem to not remember details very well about what life was like before being put in here. Even asking their hobbies and interests only gave him answers like being pretty, wanting to walk in higher heels, makeup, and how they wish to be good girls. Hunter could feel his feet killing him, standing in one place in heels for 20 minutes and not moving. His calves were also bothering him. And his stomach continued to grumble as he saw the woman barely touch their food.

"Shawnee. Shawnee," he called out.

"What is it, Sissy Jayne?" He got caught off guard by being called what's written on his nails.

"Are you not hungry or something? You have barely touched your food."

Another woman interjects before Shawnee could reply. "Are you trying to tell us to eat faster, Sissy? You don't get to tell us anything. Shawnee told me you are new here and haven't learned everything yet. Your guidebook will be in the dorms. I suggest reading it and memorizing it when you do. I'll let this one slide since I think Shawnee has grown a liking to you." She nudges Shawnee.

"Hey, it's not like that, Lily. I just want our new member to be properly prepared." She winks at Hunter. "So why don't you give Jayne here the rundown?"

"My pleasure. So, sissy bitch, here is the lowdown of how things work here. It goes the dean, the teachers, the other staff, the women of each clique, and then there's you at the bottom of the totem pole. Each tier gets to dictate to all the lower ones on the ranking. You don't get to dictate anything here. You must do whatever the women here say or else face consequences. So don't try to question us about us eating too slowly for you. We may not even let you eat if we choose. I hear sissies who haven't finished their meals get some special... let's say encouragement to finish their meals."

A chill ran furiously down Hunter's spine at even the thought of what that even meant. But he was curious about Lily. She seemed to know more about this program than Shawnee did. Maybe she was close to graduation or something? He had to know.

"Uh, Lily, may I ask you something?"

"Well, Sissy, You just did. But if you really want to know something, you are going to have to earn it." Lily says in a playful way. Hunter sighs, knowing this is not going to end well for him. But the pursuit of knowledge is key.

"How do I earn it, Lily?"

"Well, Sissy Jayne, I am so glad you asked. You are going to do a few things to prove your loyalty to the clique. For each task you successfully complete, I will answer you one question. Does that sound like a fair trade?"

"Yes, Lily, that sounds fair, I guess."

"Good, so tell me how many questions you wish to ask, and we shall begin your tasks."

Hunter went deep into pondering. He had so much he needed to ask, but he didn't want to have to do what would probably be more degrading things. He has to condense questions to the bare minimum while getting the most information. Then, after much thought, he came to a conclusion. "Three questions, Lilly. That is all I will need answered for now."

"So bold of you, Sissy Jayne. I can see why Shawnee has grown a liking to you. Anyway, let's get to it. First, I want you to dance for us. Give us a nice booty shake. I will give you some pointers as you go until I'm satisfied." The woman at the table let out a loud giggle. Almost like sitcom boxed laughs but giggles. Shawnee was more reserved but still chuckled. Hunter has never really been much of a dancer. He barely danced at his own prom. He starts swaying his arms, trying to stay balanced on his heels. Then bend his knees up and down a bit. feeling his short skirt flow up and down with his motions, and his hoops clacking against his shoulders and neck.

"Good so far, sissy. Now keep doing that and walk towards me, then face your ass to me. I need to see your swagger."

Hunter knew that order was definitely a red flag. His ass just started to not burn like hell from earlier. But he persisted and did as instructed. One step at a time. Walking past each woman as they stare at him and laugh. He gets up to Lily and turns so his ass is facing her. She, of course, slaps his ass, but playfully.

"Damn, you got a nice ass for a sissy. Perky but small. Now shake that thing, sissy. Lift that skirt and twerk it." A giant smile of genuine joy forms on her face. Hunter notes that in his head. She is getting way too much enjoyment out of this. he thinks to himself. He then lifts his skirt, exposing his thong. His ass is not as red as earlier, but you can still tell it was spanked. "Looks like they worked you in right away with that red-bottom girl. Work that ass. You need to earn your keep." She slaps Hunter's ass again and again as he twerks his ass. Lily gives him some tips along the way, like how to make it jiggle. By the end of the dance, Hunter's whole body hurt. especially his back and knees from crouching to shake his ass for 10 straight minutes.

"That's good for now, Jayne. What is the first question you wish to know?" Lily placed her leg over her other. Hunter catches his breath and gets a good look at Lily. She was a platinum blonde. hair reaching to the top of her skirt. her nails painted purple with glitter. not acrylic like Jayne's. Her face was that of true beauty. Perfectly symmetrical lips, big and lush, with makeup done to the perfect degree. Her breasts were huge for a woman her size. Most likely a DD cup at minimum. Her skirt was a bit longer than most of the clique's, and her shoes were definitely 6 inches with a 2-inch platform. Hunter got distracted and blurted out. "Why aren't your heels padlocked like the others?" After the words left his mouth, he knew he wasted his question but figured it would give him some insight into the hierarchy.

"Oh, is Sissy Jayne jealous?" Well, since you are so curious. I am trusted to not remove them while in class, unlike you. I am near my graduation phase of this course. I have proven I can be trusted. I am allowed to take them off before bed. But still must wear them all day. And since you are so curious about my shoes, sissy bitch, I have your next task for you. You are to get on your knees and kiss my and all the women's shoes. every square inch." All the women turn to face outward. on foot on the ground, the other in the air, legs crossed. "Well, sissy. We're waiting."

Hunter wasn't the biggest fan of feet overall. He took a deep breath and gave himself a little pep talk to calm his nerves. Then he bends down and gets on his knees and looks up at Lily. "Well, sissy. They aren't going to kiss themselves, are they?"

Hunter slowly leans over and places his lips on the top of the healed foot. Lily quickly jerks her foot and playfully says,. "That tickles. You have such beautiful lips, Jayne. They look great on my foot." She places her foot back. Hunter slowly kisses up and around the top of the heel. He gets more graceful as he reaches the heel, kissing softly, making sure he doesn't miss anything. "Good job, Jayne. Now the other," he continues kissing the other foot just as metaethically. Lily smiles and lets out a gasp. "Ah yes, Jayne, that's the stuff. You are good at this. You must have had lots of practice on the outside. Now I know I'm the prettiest girl here, but don't leave the rest waiting." Lily pushes her foot on his face to turn it to face the rest of the line. Hunter continues down the line one by one. Each girl gave a similar but different reaction to Lily. Some kick his face on purpose, and one even forces her heel into his mouth, causing him to choke. "We see she's so ambitious. You haven't even taken that class yet," one of the women exclaims. Then he gets down to Shawnee.

"Well, Jayne, I'm the last one left. I think I deserve a little more special treatment for taking care of you, isn't that right, Lily?"

"Yeah, girl, here, give her this."

Lily throws Shawnee a tube of lipstick. 'Now pucker up those lips." Hunter puckers his lips as Shawnee applies the new coat of lipstick. "This lipstick has some special properties, Jayne. They will expose themselves as you make sweet love to my shoes."

*crackle* "Attention! There are 30 minutes left in lunch. Finish up your food and place your trays in the proper receptacle. Any sissy still with a tray by the bell will be made to stay after lunch to clean and be punished for not finishing our food we provide you." *crackle *

"Well, Jayne, you better hurry that pretty ass up if you want to go to the dorm with us and not stay here all hungry." Lily says, laughing menacingly.

Hunter starts on Shawnee's shoes. He feels a tingling sensation in his lips and his cage. He tried to ignore it and continued but at a faster rate and with more passion. "It looks like it's taking effect faster than normal." Shawnee excitedly exclaims. "See, this lipstick makes you turned on. Like a lot. You will enjoy this a lot more than you'll expect. You probably feel it in your tiny dick as well."

Hunter did feel it; his dick was tingling, trying to expand in his cage, but had no room to grow. It caused him pain. He started breathing heavily because of the sudden arousal that he couldn't do much about. He reached for his cage and stopped kissing the shoes.

"Yes, Sissy. You are getting sexually aroused by kissing our feet, aren't you? You know sissys aren't allowed to cum unless a teacher allows it. So don't even bother trying to get out of this. I'll make you a deal: if you finish Shawnee without cumming, I'll answer your two other questions. tick tock, the time is ticking, sissy bitch."

Shawnee gives Hunter a respectful nod and places her foot in his face. His mouth is now producing more saliva than normal. He starts again, trying to ignore but control his ever-twitching cock in his cage.

One of the patrolling guards comes up and says, "What's going on here, ladies?"

"Oh, nothing. This sissy is taking a challenge we set for her. And she's doing a really good job. You can watch and give her some encouragement as well if you want, miss."

"I think I will. What's the challenge, sluts?"

"She has the special lipstick on and has to make sure to kiss every inch of this woman's heels without exploding."

"Oh, that does sound interesting. Keep at it, sissy bitch. I'll give you some encouragement as you go." Hunter continues to frantically kiss the shoes as the guard lifts her skirt. then slaps his ass. over and over while saying, "Good job, Sissy. You are doing great. Keep at it, girl." and things of that nature. The pressure is building with each kiss and slap of the ass. It even made the slaps sexually appealing. Finally, he reached the final kiss and fell on the floor face first. The table cheers in affirmation.

"Great job, Jayne! Who knew you had it in you?" Here, Shawnee, give her this." Lily threw another vial. Shawnee sprays Hunter with the substance. Within a few seconds his cock resides, smaller in his cage than before. "This helps with horniness. really lowers the libido." Hunter lies on the floor breathing heavily, exhausted from the endeavor. Shawnee helps Hunter up.

"You did a great job, Jayne. I had a good time and hope you did as well." She leans in and kisses Hunter on the cheek. The table lets out a big oooooo. Shawnee blushes a bit.

"Ok, Sissy Jayne, ask your final 2 questions, and then you can eat." Hunter collects his thoughts. trying to put what just happened to the back of his mind. "Okay, so 1st, are there like top dogs in each clique? like a leader? And 2, what's the end goal to this?"

Lily lights up in evil pleasure. "Yes, there is a leader for each clique. I am the leader of this clique. We girls are all equal, but they report to me. And for your second question, the end goal is... Wait, I don't think I can divulge that information. You'll have to upgrade to the next stage of classes to find that out. No, you may eat. I'm sure a sissy like you will really enjoy what they serve here."

Hunter was puzzled by the last few words. But he didn't care. All he wanted was food. He grabbed his shake and gripped a bit too hard. The hit nail pierced the cup. It started dribbling out the side. "Better lick that up, sissy. You shouldn't waste their food. They won't be happy. Hunter quickly chugs down the shake and uses his fingers to wipe up the shake that dripped out of the cup onto his tray. It tasted a bit funny. Maybe it's a low-sugar protein shake or something, he thought. The girls giggle as he puts his fingers in his mouth with the white substance on them. Hunter paid no mind and started scarfing down his sandwich, his nails making it hard to grasp it at first and poking holes in the bread. Once, then he tried grabbing his fork for his salad. He immediately drops it because the nails clang together and lose grip. He tries again and goes more slowly. He starts eating the salad one stab at a time.

"Hey, don't forget your ranch, Jayne. Hehe." Lily pours the dressing on the salads as Hunter is eating. Some gets on his face. "Look, ladies, a natural. already on her face. And she looks so happy as well." Hunter quickly wiped the ranch from his face and finished his salad.

*crackle * "Attention! There are 5 minutes left in lunch. Finish up your food and place your trays in the proper receptacle. Any sissy still with a tray by the bell will be made to stay after lunch to clean and be punished for not finishing our food we provide you." *crackle*

"Well, Jayne, it looks like you made it just in time. Go and put all our trays away, and we will tell you one final thing." The girls whisper to each other as Hunter collects the trays and brings them to the tray bin and walks back. His feet were killing him with each step.

"So what is it you wanted to tell me?"

"Well, it's about the food. You see. We are all being trained to be sluts. And you know what sluts need to love consuming? Cum. Lots and lots of cum. You probably noticed that it tastes a bit off. Probably on the salty side? Well, they add a few tablespoons of cum to each item. And you took it like a cum-hungry whore. I'm actually a little proud of you, Jayne. Maybe you have a place in here after all."

Hunter's mouth drops in disbelief. It can't be. Did he really eat cum without knowing? His mind shuts down, and he just stands there dumbfounded as the bell rings. The girls all laugh as they leave the cafeteria. Shawnee grabs his arm. "Come on, Jayne, we need to head to the dorm. You've been through a lot, I know. I'll show you the way, cutie." She grabs his hand, and Hunter instinctively walks and follows Shawnee. tripping like he's been doing all day but in a mind haze not realizing that Shawnee never told him what the purple peckers were trained for.

To Be Continued