College Sissy Program Pt. 10

Hunter was excited to be able to look deeper into the school building. He has only seen what he has been instructed to go to. He knew all those paths and what's there.

"Well, unless you want to walk around in your underwear, I think you should get dressed. Unless you enjoy that, no judgment, more eye candy for me." Shawnee giggles and blows a pretend kiss at Hunter.

"Yeah, you have a point there. Even though I don't think literally anyone would mind, it is a bit chilly in the halls. I was shivering coming back from doing laundry yesterday."

"Well, since it's not a school day, would you prefer if I picked out something from the closet? I do love the classic schoolgirl look, but I have a few ideas for my sexy buddy. But of course, if you want to be in your basic uniform, that's alright as well. I just have to put a collar on you and hold a leash while we walk around. There will be random guards checking to see if the sissy I'm with is under control. They might have us, well, more you than me, do things besides showing our chastity. We are going into unknown territory and might get in trouble. Are you sure you want to do this for real?"

Hunter thought for a few minutes. From what he's witnessed, Shawnee is probably telling the truth. But he had to take some risks if he was to get the proper information he needed for a plan. He feels Shawnee wouldn't betray him since she stopped Lily the other day. But then he thought about all the flirting, and his dick took over his thoughts.

"Yeah, I do, Shawnee. No risk, no reward. Have you ever looked around the school yourself?"

"Only once or twice, but not too much more than a few steps before a guard saw me. Then I got cold feet. There are a few hallways I know exist but have never gone down before. We should start there. Now do you want your school stuff or something picked out by yours truly?"

"Oh, what the hell. As long as it isn't too extreme, I guess I can allow you to pick out something for me. Can I look in the closet with you?"

"Of course, Jayne, you haven't gotten to fully see how massive the inside is. You won't believe it." Shawnee grabs Hunter's hand and leads him to the closet and opens the door.

"It looks like a normal closet. What's so special about it?"

Shawnee flips a switch, and the back wall of the closet opens up. She leads him into the wide-open room in the back. Indeed, it was humongous for a closet, about half the size of a classroom. How was this building designed to accommodate this? Hunter looks around in awe--so many skirts, dresses, tops, and costumes. He sees locked boxes all across the wall of the room. "These must be the ones that only unlock during failed escape attempts," he thought to himself.

"This is usually hidden from sissies. They rarely get to go into the closet for much. Usually if something is needed, one of us women goes in and grabs what's needed. What's in the front part is what's used more, and usually it doesn't cause curiosity. So you are a lucky one."

Hunter couldn't believe this school had even more mysteries than what he had already found out. He saw the joy Shawnee had on her face while in there with him. He felt at peace. Shawnee grabs a few items and brings them to Hunter.

"Well, here we are. 1st, I think you'd pull this off quite well, Jayne. Your current features fit this perfectly."

She holds up a tennis skirt, purple of course, with white trimmings and the clique name across its waistband. The skirt looks like it would go to about mid-thigh. It's complemented with a halter top that's been bedazzled with many gems in the shape of a heart.

"Next, I think you, well, more me than you, might like a more form-fitting outfit."

She shows a dress. It's mostly spandex, but unlike the one from the box, it doesn't show any cleavage. It's just one piece of fabric. It has a sheer look to it and a bow that ties around the waist.

"Lastly, this is more for me to see more of you while we walk."

Giving Hunter a wink, she holds up a pencil skirt. It has a slit on the side so that all of the legs can be shown. It's as short as the school skirt but silky smooth looking. With it is a crop top with the clique name on it; it looks like it would only barely fit over his bra and fake boobs.

"I'll give you a few minutes to choose. As much as I'd love to help you, there is a camera in here right above the top of the racks." She points subtly to where the camera is located. Hunter nods in acknowledgement and gets to deciding on the outfits. She didn't go too extreme, like he asked. These all seem like typical everyday girl outfits. They all are for different occasions, but still nothing too bad. He looks at the clothes, then back at Shawnee. Her eyes look like a kid in a candy store. It's like she is with her best friend at a sleepover, all giddy and smiling from ear to ear. It made him happy to see her happy.

"Outfit number one. It feels the safest. And you did say it would complement me best."

Shawnee jumped in excitement and handed Hunter the outfit. "Ok, go and change in the bathroom while I put these back." With that, she gives his ass a big smack, and he goes into the backroom and changes. When he finishes, he looks in the mirror. He did actually look really good in it. It felt comfortable to wear. The top didn't show off much cleavage, and the skirt was flowy. "Why does this feel right? This isn't my usual style. But this feels like I belong in it? Did I unlock an unknown fetish? Was it the school making me get so used to being in girl stuff that this feels better by comparison to what I'm usually made to wear? Or was it because of Shawnee?" He couldn't figure out what had happened. Shawnee walks in and gives him a catcall whistle.

"Damn, Jayne, you are looking cute as fuck. I knew that would fit you perfectly."

Hunter blushes a little. "Thanks, Shawnee. You do know how to pick 'em."

Shawnee walks up to Hunter and puts the collar on him. "Ok, Jayne, let's get going."

Hunter nods and follows Shawnee out the door and out of the dorm. The halls seem eerily quiet. There is barely anyone walking around. You can clearly hear each and every click of your heels as you walk. Each time they pass a guard, they present their chastity, and Hunter gets the runaround. A little ass smack here, a little plug play there, nothing too much. Hunter has gotten a bit used to it. Shawnee and Hunter joke about it each time they are out of earshot of them.

Eventually they reach a hallway Hunter has never seen before. It was to the side of the cafeteria. He's always wondered what would happen if he went that way. While walking down, a low humming could be heard. Each step they took, it got slightly louder until they could hear some musical tones.

"I wonder what that could be? It sounds like a music class or something. Should we check it out, Shawnee?"

"If you want to, we can. It is nice music. It does sound familiar, though. I just can't put my finger on it."

Hunter thought the same thing. It seemed like he'd heard it before, but he didn't know where from. They walk further and reach the apex of the sound. There is a double wooden door that says Auditorium. Shawnee and Hunter discuss whether they should open the door or keep exploring the hallway. They weighed the pros and cons but decided to just take a peek inside. Shawnee grabs the brass handle on one of the doors and slowly opens the door. The door creaks loudly in the silent hall, but the music on the inside blocks it out. Once they get a big enough crack to peer through, Shawnee pulls on Hunter's collar, and they look inside.

The music is very clear now. Just delicate and angelic tones. An organ is being played with wind instruments accompanying it. The room looks like it could fit at least 2k people. The stage has a banner being hung. They have a hard time seeing what it says. The music is so loud, it's distracting them. Their minds get fuzzy, and they can't even focus. Shawnee quickly closes the door and runs down the hall, pulling Hunter so suddenly that he trips and gets dragged for a few feet until Shawnee notices and helps him up and apologizes. Once far enough away, they sit down and gather themselves.

"What the fuck was that? What the fuck happened? Hunter exclaimed.

"I have no idea One minute I was fine, and the next I knew we had to get out of Dodge. That music... it must have been the cause. I don't know how or why, but it must be something to do with how people are here."

"Do you think they play it often and we don't even notice? Like a subliminal plant?

"That's a good theory, but I'd rather not go back there and find out. I don't want to know what would have happened if we stayed there. Let's try the other hall I know of. Are you ok to keep going? That fall looked pretty nasty."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I've been through worse here and was fine. Let's go before we get seen in one place for too long."

Shawnee nodded in agreement and led Hunter to the other hallway. As they walked past the classes, Hunter pointed to the hall that led to the laundry room. Shawnee walked up to the door at the end and tried to open it. It was locked, so they turned around and walked the other way in the hall. More classroom-style doors appeared as they walked down. One was SAP, and another was DSM. Now Hunter knew where he would be going once he scheduled those courses. They walk to a door that reads Counseling.

"This must be where Lily currently is. I wonder what it's like in there and what they do to you in there. Have you ever been sent in here?"

"I think so. I can't fully remember what for, though. It couldn't have been more than once, could it?" Shawnee became distressed with that thought. Hunter could see her going through her mind to figure out something that wasn't there. He saw her frustrated and suggested letting it go and keeping going. Shawnee looked at her planner. It was 4pm.

"We only have an hour before we have to be back at the dorm, so we can't go too far."

"Come on, Shawnee, we are getting so much intel. I'll make you a deal. We walk until we see one more door, then we can head back. Sounds good? I can kind of see the outline of one just down there."

"Okay, one more, then we head back. No more than that. I'm getting really anxious for some reason."

They continue their walk down the hall. Shawnee is visibly more and more anxious. Long, heavy breaths, sweat forming on her head, legs shaking. Hunter knew something was up but had to know the last door down this hallway. When they reach the door, Shawnee falls to the floor. Hunter rushes to Shawnee and holds her, asking if she's ok. Shawnee is shaking, and tears are forming in her eyes. She couldn't answer him. He knew he had to get her out of here. He grabs her arms and lifts her off the ground, leans her on his back, and walks away while grabbing a glance at the door.

Once out of the hallway, a few guards see him carrying her and ask what happened. He tried to explain, but the guards just blamed him for what's happening. They call for an infirmary evac. While waiting, they berate Hunter for letting his handler fall into this state. Whenever he tried to interject, they hit him with a baton or a whip. The infirmary personnel come in and sedate them both. Hunter tries to slap the needle out of their hands, but when he does, the two guards pin him down and taze him. The shocks cause him to twitch and prevent his movement. They inject the serum, and Hunter's eyes slowly close with a tear falling down his cheek. "Why did I let this happen to Shawnee?. She told me she didn't want to go on, and I made her. I'm such a bad friend." With that final thought, he was knocked out.

Meanwhile...

"So how's my special assignment going?"

"Very good, Miss Saxton. The subjects are progressing at the expected rate."

"Good, very good. How is the behavior coming along? Is my special subject showing any resistance?"

"At 1st she did try to resist, but we enacted the protocols to slow resistance down at a natural rate. They seem to have accepted their life here. They will get their 1st SAP class tomorrow."

"Make it every day this week. I want them ready for the pageant. I don't know why I even allow the princesses to hold these. If their parents weren't beneficiaries of this program, I would have ended this power they have a long time ago."

A staff member runs to the station full of monitors and hands over a piece of paper. Miss Saxton reads the paper and smiles.

"Well, it looks like someone has been a bad girl and got too nosey. Looks like we can advance the process a bit faster, don't you think? She and her friend here should be perfect test subjects. Just make sure they are out before the pageant begins. We need to see if the new process works as planned."

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Hunter woke up drowsy, head fuzzy. He was restrained in a bed and hooked onto an IV. He looked around and saw other sissies in beds around him in the room. He tried to speak but couldn't. He kept trying, but no sounds except for growls or light ahs. He began to panic. Not being able to speak, he rattles his bed trying to get out of his restraints. Doctors rush in and sedate him again. A few hours later, he wakes up in a new room. He's now alone, still restrained in a bed and hooked up to 2 IVs this time. He tries talking again and could get out words this time, but something was off.

"Hello? Who's that? Is that me?" His voice had changed. It was more airy and less forceful no matter how much he tried. He leaned his head back and saw the roof was a giant mirror. He was completely naked. Not even his heels were on him. His fake breasts were bigger than he remembered. Probably a C cup now. The nipples look so realistic. He even felt the cold air on them. He tried shaking his body to test things out.

"Phew, they are still fake. I can feel the glue pulling on my skin. But I can feel them bump against each other; that's strange. I wonder how long I've been here for. Wait, what happened to Shawnee? Is she in this place as well? By the bed and these IVs, this must be the infirmary Shawnee talked about. Why couldn't I talk before, but now I can? Well, not very well, but I can talk at least. I feel like I've been hit by a truck. My head is killing me so much my ears are ringing."

Hunter laid his head back and looked up at the mirrored ceiling. He took a more detailed observation of his situation. arms individually strapped to the bed railings. legs in a single strap, but legs are spread apart. He notices his cage isn't on his dick anymore. It looked so small up there. Then he noticed a tube running from his piss hole, tailing off the bed to a machine on the floor. The machine seemed to be off; he didn't hear anything to think it was on.

"I wonder what that thing is for. I'm sure I'll find out, or not. I never fully know his place. Whatever it is, it most likely isn't good for me. I wonder what's in these IVs. How long will I be in here?" He couldn't help but think about the events of today. There were more strange things in this building than expected. From the music to Shawnee suddenly passing out to him ending up in this room. It was all he could think about as he drifted asleep. The last thought was what he saw on the door.

'Relief and extraction room.'

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"So how has the process been going?"

"Better than expected. The test subjects can be discharged tomorrow."

"That's excellent news. And you are sure they will have no memory of anything here?"

"Yes, they will wake up in their room and think nothing out of the ordinary. All changes will seem like they've always been there. but there is always a chance for relapse."

"Good, make sure their roommate also doesn't notice anything. She's in counseling still. Up the intensity. She is a troublesome one. Stubborn cunt. If I could kick her out, I would and wipe her fucking brain so she's an airheaded bimbo. But her father won't allow it. So we have to deal with her until graduation. How long until then?"

"2 months, ma'am."

"Maybe I'll get some peace once she's out of here. Things would run more smoothly if she didn't keep fucking up our process. I've got some more dirt to get on potential new applicants for the program. Keep me posted on any new developments."

"Of course, ma'am. Have a good day."

To Be continued