Serving Time, Ch. 08

In 2044, 18-year-old Clint chooses to serve out his 3-month sentence as the only man in a girls' reform school, rather than a jail. The women set about teaching him to submit, and feminizing him into Kitty.

All characters are 18 or over. Feedback welcome, as always.

Serving Time

by Kris Cherita

Chapter 8

Stacy looked sternly at Kit as he brought his breakfast dishes to the dishwasher. "River says you've volunteered to do our laundry this Monday."

'Volunteered' wasn't the word Kit would have used, but he was scared to contradict Stacy. "Yes, if that's okay with you..."

"I suppose so. But my clothes had better be spotless when you've done. Especially my underwear."

Kit nodded. "Uh-huh."

"'cause if I find any nasty stains, well... you know what CBT stands for?"

"It's some sort of therapy, right?"

"The T stands for 'torture'. I'll let you work out what the C and B stand for. Is that understood?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good." Then, less severely, "Are you coming into town today? I'm looking forward to handing in my notice at work."

*

"Does it ever worry you that there's a man in the bathroom with you?" Kit asked Serenity and Mia as he finished brushing his teeth.

There was a guffaw from one of the cubicles, followed by Maggie drawling, "You actually think you're a man? There's no men in here."

Serenity shrugged. "No. What used to worry me when I had to use a public toilet was not whether someone was packing a penis, it was whether they were packing a pistol."

"Aint that the truth," said Maggie. She flushed the toilet. "High school I went to, when I couldn't avoid it, there'd been a shooting spree two years before I started there. They also had blue light in the bathrooms to make it hard to find a vein if you wanted to shoot up, which played hell with putting your makeup on, unless you were a goth. How 'bout yours?"

"I went to a boys' school," Kit reminded her. "None of us wore makeup, not even the goths. I think there was a gender-neutral toilet in there in case any women visited, but I never used it. You'd never let it down if you did; you'd be better off pissing your pants."

"My grade school, we had a bucket and a privacy screen at the back of the class," said Serenity. "One kid told me it was because someone identified as a cat, but I heard later it was so we could go to the toilet if we had to lock the room because there was a shooter outside."

"People still fall for that 'identify as an animal' bullshit?" asked Mia. "I thought that went out with anti-vaxxers and NFTs."

"What're NFTs?" asked Kit. "That a polite way of saying transphobe?"

"You're thinking of TERFs, or FARTs. NFTs were a Ponzi scheme back in the 20s. But you can still find transphobes, if you know what rocks to turn over. You coming into town with us later? I can lend you something."

*

Kit had dressed in Mia's long skirt, ruffled blouse and sports bra, and allowed Amber to do his makeup for the trip to the mall, but had come back to the school in time for dinner rather than join Nova and Mia at the cinema for a double feature of Psycho and The Silence of the Lambs. He changed back into his scrubs rather than risk spilling food on Mia's clothes, but forgot that he was wearing makeup until it was time to clean his teeth and he saw his face in the mirror.

Nova walked into the dorm three minutes before curfew. "I bring glad tidings," she announced. "Next week, to mark the anniversary of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, they're doing a midnight screening of the film."

"What anniversary is it?" asked Serenity. "70th?"

"Better," said Nova. "69th."

"How the hell are we supposed to go to a midnight screening and get back?" asked Amber. "It's after curfew and the last bus."

"I know. So we persuaded Bob to screen it again on Saturday night so we can see it, and he's made a deal with Cassie's Costume Hire. If we turn up in costume, there's no charge. Mia's going as Frank, I'm going as Magenta and Bob's going as Dr Scott." She looked around the room. "Who else wants to come?"

"I've seen the movie, but I'm not really into cosplay," said Serenity.

"Yeah, same here," said Amber. "Try Naomi."

Nova sighed. "Kitty?"

"I've never seen the film," said Kit. "Don't know anything about it. Who're Frank and Eddie?"

"Frank's a mad scientist," Nova replied. "Eddie's a low-down cheap little punk."

"Who're the other characters?"

"Well, there's Rocky, Eddie, Columbia -- can you tap-dance?"

"He tried it, but he kept falling into the sink," said Amber.

"I can't dance at all," Kit admitted.

"We can teach you to time warp. It only takes a couple of minutes. Okay, that leaves Brad and Janet, and I'd love to see Freya as Janet. You could probably be Brad -- you don't have any tattoos - though you'd have to do something about your hair. Dye it dark brown."

"I could live with that," said Kit, trying not to sound too eager. "If that's okay with Amber. But who is Brad?"

"He's the hero of the film. Janet's his fiancée. Anyway, we can talk about this more in the morning." She began stripping, giving Kit a good look at her tits and her ass before climbing up onto her bunk. "Good night."

*

Sunday night was masturbation night, and while they were heading for their bunks, Serenity walked up behind Kit and murmured, "Would you like to 69 again?"

"Uh... yes!"

"If you make me come three times, I'll pull your panties down and get you off with my mouth. Twice, and I'll use my hands until you come in your panties, like I did at Xi's farewell. Once, and you can do it yourself. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Good. Lie down." She knelt astride his face, and he began nuzzling her cunt, kissing it, sucking on her labia and teasing them apart with his tongue until he was rewarded with a trickle of delicious cunt juice. He licked and kissed his way up to her clit, then asked, "Want me to use my fingers?"

"Sure, but start with one, when I think I'm ready."

He nodded: he knew her cunt was wonderfully tight even when it was wet. He licked around her clit-hood, listening to her breathing and her soft moans, letting them guide his tongue, alternating between lapping up her nectar and gently stimulating her most erogenous zone. He could feel her hands on his waist as she steadied herself as her orgasm neared, then she ground her labia down over his face as she came. "Okay," she gasped, a moment later, "now you can use your fingers."

He waited until there was enough space between her cunt and his face to insert his index finger into her tight wet depths and search out her g-spot. He resumed worshipping her clit with his lips and tongue as he slipped his middle finger inside her, stretching her cunt as he finger-fucked her. She soon came for a second time, and collapsed on top of him, her cheek near his erection. "No! Stop!" she said, as he began licking her clit again. "That was great, but I'm too sensitive. Sorry."

"Aww," said Nova, who'd put her vibrator away. "But Kitty loves licking your clitty!"

"What if I rim you instead?" Kit suggested.

"Tempting," Serenity admitted, "but no. Not tonight. But I can play with you until you make cummies in your panties, if you'd like that?"

Kit bit his lip, knowing that he was already being played with in more ways than one, then nodded.

"Was that a yes? You want me to jill you off?"

"Yes," Kit replied. "Please jill me off until I come in my panties."

"Okay." She turned her head slightly and nuzzled his throbbing panty-clad cock, then grabbed it and began stroking it. Kit groaned, knowing that he was too close to coming to prevent it, and soon he was ejaculating into his panties. Serenity giggled as he soaked the thin fabric, then pivoted around on the bed and kissed him on the cheek. "Sweet dreams, Kitty-cat," she purred, then clambered back into her own bunk.

*

"The machines are pretty old," said River, as Kit wheeled the heavy hamper into the laundry. "They don't sort the fabrics and colours out the way the new smart washers do, so it's best to do the bedding and the scrubs in the first load, then do any other clothes, including underwear, in another load. And a separate load for socks and stockings. Don't change the settings. One cup of liquid per machine. Got it?"

"Sure."

"The washers will stop if they go off-balance, so it's best to check on them every few minutes, especially if there's a heavy load. When I'm on laundry duty, I usually bring a book and stay in here; it beats interrupting a game or a show all the time, and I like the privacy."

"Uh-huh."

"Bedding and scrubs can go in the dryer; hang the rest of it out on the clothesline outside. I think that's all you need to know. Have fun!"

"Thanks." He watched her leave, remembering how good her ass looked naked, then began sorting the laundry out. He whistled softly when he found one of Stacy's EE-cup bras, which looked big enough to be a hammock for twins. He put that aside with the other underwear, and bundled the bedding up into one of the front-loading machines and the scrubs into another. When the machines were running, he looked at the remaining clothing, trying to sort the panties by owner. He sniffed River's, remembering the smell and taste of her cunt and ass, and felt his cock swell in his own pink panties. He then picked up a pair of Stacy's and sniffed those, then placed them over his head like a mask, the crotch over his nose. He grabbed one of her bras, fantasizing about fucking her magnificent tits, then fastened the bra over his chest and stuffed the cups with pairs of her panties, then began groping the bra as though it was Stacy's spectacular bust. A few minutes of this turned him on so much that he pulled his scrub pants and lacy briefs down to his knees and grabbed another of Stacy's bras and jerked off into the cup.

He stood there for a moment, then wiped the last drops of jizz from his cock with a pair of Stacy's panties, then pulled his pants and panties up and sat down on the chair opposite the machines. He dumped Stacy's underwear onto the pile of clothing and recovered his breath, hoping the detergent liquid would remove the smell of his come, and wondering how he could persuade Stacy and River to let him continue doing their laundry every week.

That night, he had a wet dream about having tits as big as Stacy's, tits he could suck while he masturbated until he made cummies in his Hello Kitty panties.

(To be continued)