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Paul stirred in his sleep and rolled over, automatically reaching for the warm body next to him. He stroked her shoulder and pulled himself close, snuggling up to her back. His lips went to the nape of her neck and he kissed her softly. As he did so, he felt her come awake. A sigh escaped her lips as she pressed back into him, gently pushing her bottom into his groin. He ran his hand up inside the silken nightdress she was wearing and found her nipple, As he teased it with his fingers, he felt it harden. He too was erect now.

“Inside me”, she murmured. “I want you inside me.” Reaching around, her questing hand slipped inside his pyjama trousers and drew out his willing cock. Shifting position, he let her manoeuvre it into position, then pulled aside her panties and entered her with one smooth thrust. She shuddered as he began to pump in and out.

Paul gradually quickened his pace, all the while nuzzling and kissing her neck and running his free hand over her writhing body. As his climax approached, he tensed up, ready for the sweet release ...

... and woke up. Beside him, his bedmate stirred and asked sleepily, “What are you doing Paul?” He realised that he was pressed right up against the body next to him, and pulled back sharply. “Nothing”, he muttered, “just a dream.” He turned over to the other side, his body racked with a frustrated longing that he had come to know and loathe.

Beside him, Dan pulled down the nightdress that had somehow rucked up under his armpits and went back to sleep ...


When Dan awoke the following morning, it was to an empty bed. He had been sleeping with Paul now for over two weeks and he had never once been first up. Paul was evidently an early riser.

Dan yawned and stretched. As he did so, the baby-doll nightie rode up over his matching pink panties. He had to confess that he had become used to wearing them. Indeed they were a lot more comfortable than the rough pyjamas the other students had to sleep in.

As he showered, he reflected that things could be a lot worse. Life at St Odette’s had settled down for him since those madcap first few days. Lessons with Miss Pettis could still be a trial, but otherwise he had little to worry about. Since Carla had been sacked, he had not been preyed upon by the other staff, and nor had there been any more sessions in the Relief Room.

A shriek of laughter made him look round. Stacy and Ellen were playing some sort of game, flicking at each other with wet towels. As they danced around, soap and water dripping from their lithe bodies, their developing breasts jiggled enticingly. Other students, Dan noticed, were either staring at them hungrily, or pointedly looking in the other direction. He himself felt a warm tingle of arousal, though as usual his cock remained limp.

That was another thing – he was being bothered less and less by the inhibitor he wore. It was still unsettling to be turned on yet unable to come erect, but now he could put up with it. Paul, he knew, was having a much tougher time of it.

The thought of his friend drew a frown. There was something badly amiss with Paul – and he could not work out what it was. When Dan had made the difficult choice to transfer to the Lilac group, and found that Paul had opted to stay put, he had thought that there might be trouble between them. Yet when they had a chance to talk later in the day, Paul had been perfectly friendly.

“Look Danny, I know you had no real choice with what happened ... between us. You know, either in the classroom or in that revolting Relief Room. And before you ask, I’m sorry I ran away from you and your friends in the garden. I was just in shock really – I didn’t want to face anyone. But I’m trying now to, well, you know, act normal. Or as normal as I can around here.”

Dan had been reassured, and in the intervening few weeks they had reassumed something like their old relations. And yet ... things were different. There was a distance between them that had not been there before. Dan was inclined to put that down to the obvious strain Paul was under at this place, but still ...

Then of course there was the matter of sleeping together. Miss Pettis had announced, to general amusement, that it would be unthinkable to force such an obvious couple to be apart. She had decreed that they would spend their nights together in a special bed that would be installed in the Lilac dorm. This proved to be not much wider than a single bed, which meant that they were forced to sleep in very close proximity. The teacher also insisted that one of them must wear a nightdress – something Dan had quickly volunteered to do, knowing how much Paul hated female clothing.

And that too was revealing. Truth was, it was not just the nightdress Dan had got used to wearing. As he pulled on his white blouse, plaid skirt and white stockings – the same uniform he had donned on his first day of classes – he realised that he had stopped feeling any resentment about being forced to dress in this way. In just a few short weeks, it had come to feel ... well, natural, somehow.

A hand playfully slapped his rump, jolting him out of his reverie. “Come on Danielle”, Stacy called out as she skipped past, “you can’t be late for the last day of tests, Miss Pettis will go mental!

Ah yes, the tests, thought Dan as he hurried to apply his makeup. They had been going on all week. Besides exams on some of the history, literature and politics they had been studying, there had also been more, well, practical assessments.

For example their Deportment exam had required them to show how well they could walk in heels, sit in a “ladylike” position, curtsey, and so on. The high heels test was especially challenging, starting them in a modest 3-inch pump and working all the way up to monster 11-inch platforms, which few were able to master. Dan felt he had done well just to stand up in them.

The students had also been subjected to some more unusual challenges – except that at St Odette’s, nothing seemed that unusual. When Miss Pettis handed everyone in class a heroically sized dildo, and measured how far they could get it into their mouths (or in some cases down their throats), there was a scarcely a murmur.

She did get more of a reaction when she insisted they perform the same test by way of anal insertion - but any revolt was swiftly quelled by a single glance at her control bracelet. Few of her pupils wished to experience that type of pain again. As Dan fed the black rubber cock deep into his innards, trying hard not to dwell on the possibility of being split in two, he wondered if he would ever be able to resume a normal sex life when – or if? – he was allowed to leave the school. Not, he had to admit, that he had ever had much of a sex life before he came here ...

As he hurried into the classroom, he saw that he was the last to arrive – but fortunately, the teacher was not yet there. He looked around to see everyone in the same uniform he wore. They had all been required to dress as schoolgirls for the entire last week of term.

Just across the aisle from him sat Emily. She gave him a sweet smile, which he returned. He had not been able to bring himself to tell her, but she had been the real reason he had elected to switch groups. She just ... confused him too much. He was deeply attracted to her – and he thought the feeling was probably mutual. But when all was said and done, despite the beautiful face and developing body, Emily was still ... a guy. Down there, at any rate. He just wasn’t sure how to deal with that.

It was not that he had been avoiding her – not completely anyway. He had spent each Sunday with her – or at least Danielle had. Emily seemed to prefer the company of Dan’s feminine alter ego, and for some reason Dan was unable to resist her pleas for him to don his skirt, stockings and makeup. Besides, he had to admit that it was fun to hang out with Emily and her friend Chelsea as a trio of girls – for that was not just how they looked, but how they behaved.

“All right ladies, time to pay attention!” Miss Pettis had entered the classroom without Dan noticing. As usual, he caught his breath at her appearance, the long black gown opening to reveal teasing glimpses of her shapely legs (today clad in black fishnets) and her magnificent breasts.

“Now this morning we will have a final round of tests – which you’ll do individually, rather than as a group. So the first will be ...” – she consulted her list – “Alice!” She motioned the heavily-built student, as usual looking utterly out of place in his schoolgirl uniform, to his feet.

“Off you go to see nurse Melanie – she’ll tell you what to do”. As Alice tottered unsteadily out of the room, the teacher added: “The rest of you can do some quiet reading and wait your turn.”

The morning passed slowly. Dan was expecting to be called after Chelsea, but it was Ellen who went instead. The teacher steadily ran down the list, with pupils departing every ten minutes or so, and not returning. It was getting towards lunch by the time Dan was finally asked to go to the surgery. By this stage, only Paul – who had likewise been passed over in the alphabetical list – was left in the classroom.

As he entered the surgery, Melanie greeted him with a broad smile. As usual, she was looking ravishing in her crisp, white outfit. “Ah, the beautiful Danielle”, she said, ticking him off a list. “Panties down and bend over please!”

Dan knew better not to argue. “Yes ma’am”, he replied, dutifully presenting his rear to her. He inhaled sharply as he felt her insert something into his anus. Whatever it was, it sat snugly inside him. From the feel of it, it broadened at the top to prevent it going all the way in.

“OK, you can straighten up now and pull your panties up.” He did as we was told. As he turned back to her he opened his mouth, but she forestalled him.

“Before you ask, that’s a special kind of butt plug you’ve got in there. You’ll find out what it does soon enough! Now, I need you to go left out of the door, down the corridor, and find Room 13. Just go straight in.”

Dan did as he was told. The butt plug felt odd as he was walking, but not exactly uncomfortable. He found the right door, opened it and went inside. There was a chair and a desk, on which was a computer and keyboard – the first he could recall seeing at St Odette’s, other than in the Domina’s office. The rest of the small room was bare.

A message on the screen read “Test about to commence. Please type in your name.” He sat down, paused, and then typed in “Dan”. Immediately, the plug on which he was sitting grew uncomfortably warm. The screen flashed “Are you sure? Please type in your name.” Dan stared at it, and as he did so the butt plug began to pulse unpleasantly, shooting little bolts of pain through his abdomen. Dan quickly typed “Danielle”, and the plug immediately cooled and stopped pulsing.

“What is your favourite uniform?” The screen showed six pictures of Dan himself, one in the grey boys’ uniform and the other five in the various schoolgirl outfits the students were forced to wear in rotation. He hesitated, then clicked on the picture that showed the black pinafore dress – the outfit he had worn the first time he had spent a whole day with Emily and Chelsea.

Further questions followed about what types of stockings he preferred, what sort of shoes, styles of makeup, hairdos and accessories.

Then the screen showed another series of photos of him – or rather the same shot, but with variations. It was a picture – taken he knew not where – of him in a bra, panties and stockings, made up as Danielle. The only difference between each shot was that he was shown (obviously through some form of digital manipulation) with larger and larger breasts. “What boob size do you prefer?” was the question.

He clicked the image with the smallest rack – and immediately felt the butt plug come to life, He quickly changed it to a much larger size, though not one that was ridiculous. This seemed to satisfy the device in his rear.

Next came a series of photographs of staff members at the school, each of them wearing strapon dildos. “Who would you most like to be fucked by?” flashed up on the screen. He thought for a minute, then selected Melanie.

The question remained on the screen, but now it showed a selection of his classmates. Each one was in schoolgirl uniform – and each was lifting up their skirt to reveal an erection. Dan stared at them, wondering where these photos had been taken, or if they were once again the product of clever image manipulation. All of the more attractive “girls” were there, including Chelsea and Stacy. But so too were others, such as Paul.

Dan hesitated. The plug started to grow warm, but stopped as he clicked on the image of Emily.

And still the question was there. But now there were just three images: one of Melanie, one of Emily – and the third was Paul, but this time without clothing or makeup, just naked and fully aroused.

Dan clicked on Melanie’s image. This time there was nothing gentle about the reaction from the device inside his anus. An agonising pain brought him out of the chair. With a moan, he reached for the mouse and clicked the picture of Emily. Once again, the relief was instantaneous. Shivering, he resumed his seat.

The next image on the screen was a close-up of an erect cock. “Which would you prefer: sucking this, or being fucked by it?” Appalled, he stared at the screen. He thought for a moment of not answering – but he knew all too well what the penalty was likely to be. With a groan, he chose the sucking option.

“You are ready for the next phase of your test”, announced the screen. “Please go into Room 14.”

Shaking his head, Dan got up and went into the next room. He blinked at the harsh glare of white light that greeted him. A number of spotlights were pointed straight at him. There were figures behind the lights, but he could not make them out.

“Welcome Danielle.” It was the Domina’s voice, though he could not see her. “There is a mat in front of you. Kneel on it.” Dan did as he was told. “This is your last test before we finalise your assessment. We know a great deal about you now, but there’s still one task for you to perform. You have 15 minutes. Begin.”

As she said the last word, dark-robed figures came from behind the lights and surrounded him. Before he could even think to move, firm hands were on his shoulders, holding him in place. The blinding light was blocked by a figure that moved in front of him and the next thing he knew something warm was being thrust into his mouth. At the same time two hands gripped his head. A frantic glance up revealed that his assailant was one of the attendants, the silver circlet that prevented him talking just visible at his throat. And it was his rapidly stiffening penis that was in Dan’s mouth.

Blinking to clear his vision, Dan could sense rather than see that he was surrounded by attendants. And each of them was pulling out his cock. Dan felt his hands guided to two of them. For one minute he thought of fighting them off – but they were too many, and even if he could win free, the control devices on and in his body would wrack him with pain. Besides, he knew what to do ...

Slowly, he began to move his head back and forth, sliding his mouth up and down the shaft of the now rock-hard member. At the same time, he started to wank the two cocks that he held in his hands, keeping pace with the blowjob he was administering. Around him, in eerie silence, he could sense the other attendants masturbating as they watched him.

As he picked up speed, a warm glow spread through his lower body. He presumed it was the butt plug again, but there was nothing unpleasant or threatening now about the sensation. It combined with a tingle that told him he was aroused, though his own member remained entirely flaccid.

After several minutes of vigorous fellatio, he could feel the man in front of him tensing up to come. He braced himself as a warm jet of spunk hit the back of his throat. Swallowing convulsively, he gulped it down. Yet it was not the salty, slightly unpleasant flavour he had previously experienced. This tasted ... creamy and delicious. After a shocked pause, he snaked his tongue to the tip of the glans that still nestled between his lips. As the last few drops of semen emerged he savoured the rich flavour.

In his amazement he had stopped using his left hand, and an angry jab recalled him to his task. Taking a last lick of the first man’s shaft, he swivelled to find the cock that he still held and crammed it into his mouth. A few strokes was it all it took, and there was a second eruption. Hungrily, he drained and swallowed the cum. Once again, it tasted delectable. As he finished with the second serve, more cocks were thrust in his face. He brought another to climax, then another, then another ...

And as yet one more ejaculation flooded his mouth with nectar, something seemed to erupt deep inside him, from down around his prostate. Pulses of pure pleasure cascaded through his body, their intensity increasing until he felt a wave of release pass through him. He shuddered, removed the last cock from his mouth, and slumped forward, utterly spent.

As he fought to catch his breath, a buzzer sounded and the men withdrew as silently as they had come. Dimly, as if from a distance, he heard the Domina say “Very impressive, Danielle – as I’m sure these unusually fortunate young men would agree! Now back to the surgery please, and don’t delay.”

Dan hauled himself to his feet. Then, feeling more than usually unsteady on his heels, he left the room and trudged back to the sick bay. Melanie was waiting for him. At her gesture he bent over and she removed the butt plug.

“Nifty little device, eh?” She grinned at him “Not your typical lie detector, that’s for sure! Quickly teaches you be honest in answering those questions, doesn’t it?”

“Yes indeed ma’am.” So it was a lie detector then – not, as he had assumed, some sort of device to punish him for giving answers they didn’t like. But if that was the case ... well, time to think about that later. For now, a more pressing question had occurred to him.

“Um, ma’am, can I ask – does that device also, uh, give pleasure as well? You know, as a reward for ... doing something right?”

The nurse gave him a puzzled stare, and then realisation dawned. Her face creased into a smile. “Oh, I see ...You had one of those experiences, did you? Oh no, that was nothing to do with the butt plug! But as I told your friend Emily when she asked, it’s not something I can talk about. Now, off you go to lunch!”

Dan found each of his Lilac classmates in the dining room. He slumped down on a bench next to Paul. “What’s up Danny?” asked his friend, pushing a plate towards him. “You look like you’ve gone ten rounds with Miss Pettis!”

Dan was in no mood to eat anything, given the amount he had just swallowed, but took a sandwich anyway. “You seem very chirpy Paul”, he said. “Didn’t you get to do a test like the rest of us?”

“Oh sure. But it was only a few stupid questions, then I had to go down on one of the maids. She was pretty turned on before I started, so it wasn’t too much work at all. Who’d you get? Hey, don’t tell me it was Pettis herself?”

Dan stared at him. “You mean”, he said slowly, “you didn’t have to ...?” He trailed off. Paul looked at him curiously. “Didn’t have to what?” he asked.

Dan bit into the sandwich to hide his confusion. “I mean, you only had one?”, he said indistinctly. Paul sniggered. “Hah, they got you to take care of a couple, hey? You must need the practice!” He reached for a jug and poured himself some water, then filled another glass and passed it over.

Dan nodded his thanks and murmured “Guess so”, then tried to concentrate on his food to deter any further conversation.

Across the table, he noticed Stacy looking at him intently. Without drawing any attention to herself, she poked her tongue into the inside of her cheek and made it bulge. Then she raised a quizzical eyebrow. Dan gave a faint nod in response. He shifted his gaze to Ellen, then back to Stacy, and lifted an eyebrow of his own. Now it was Stacy’s turn to nod. So, he thought, that was at least two classmates who’d been tested in the same way he had – or something like it anyway.

On their way back to the classroom, Stacy sidled up to him. “So”, she breathed, “how many did you have to take care of with that pretty mouth of yours? I had three, Ellen only had two.” Dan looked at her, trying to remain impassive. But the blush on his cheeks was too revealing.

“You had more?”, whispered Stacy in disbelief. “Why Danielle, I had no idea you were such a slut!” Dan couldn’t tell if she was affronted or impressed. He moved away before she could quiz him further.

Back in class, they found Miss Pettis waiting for them. “Come on”, she said impatiently. “Get to your places, I have some important announcements. When you’re ready of course”, she added, glaring at the last few students to trickle back from lunch.

“Now”, she began when they were all seated, “we have completed your testing”. She looked around from face to face, making eye contact with each of them in turn.

“You are each here at St Odette’s because someone realised that you were utter failures. That you were pathetic misogynists who needed to be taught a lesson. To be taught to respect, value and be commanded by the superior sex. Is that right?”

“Yes ma’am”, came the chorus in response.

“Well, I’m pleased to say that some of you have learnt that lesson. Six of you, to be precise. You will graduate today. Will the following students please stand up.”

She read out six names. They included Lou (or Lucy as the teacher called him), the pleasant young man whom Dan had met during his few days in the Rose group. Dan wondered what Lou had done to be sent here in the first place. He supposed he would never know now. But he was pleased all the same that Lou would be getting out. The fact that his own name had not been on the list had come as no surprise at all.

“The six of you can go straight to the surgery to have your control devices removed. Then you can change back into the clothes you arrived in. You will be taken by car to a halfway house, where you’ll receive some ... how can I put it? ... reprogramming. Nothing nasty, I assure you. We will just make sure that your recollections of your time here are suitably ... hazy. Where you go next will be up to the person who had the good sense to send you here in the first place. All right, you can say your goodbyes.”

The six students slowly made their way out, pausing to shake hands or in some cases share hugs with those they were leaving behind. As the door closed behind them, the room fell silent. Dan knew that everyone was thinking the same as him – they were the lucky ones.

“Now”, said Miss Pettis, “at the other extreme there are three students who we have determined are simply not amenable to further instruction in this class. You three have been entirely resistant to everything we have endeavoured to teach you. So, we will try a different method. You will become attendants.”

There was a gasp from around the classroom. The teacher smiled grimly. “Yes, that’s right. You will be silenced and forced to do the manual work we require around the school. You will live without comfort or privileges. And you will do so until we are satisfied you have been suitably punished for your recidivism. And that, I should tell you, may be a long time indeed.”

With a sudden jolt of fear, Dan looked around at Paul. Surely his friend would not be consigned to that fate? Anxiously, he returned his attention to the teacher. Miss Pettis looked down at her list, then up again. “Alice”, she intoned. “Davina.” A pause. “and ... Rowena.” Dan let out a long sigh. He had not even realised he had been holding his breath.

“The three of you – get out”, snarled Miss Pettis. “Oh, and if you are thinking about making some kind of scene, then go ahead. Make my day. I would like nothing better than the chance to use one of these lovely buttons on you. Repeatedly, if need be.”

But she was to be disappointed. In total silence, the three outcasts trudged out of the room, heads bowed.

“Now that the trash has been taken out, let me explain what will happen to the rest of you”, said Miss Pettis. The composure that had briefly slipped with the evictions had returned,

“You will have a week off classes before the next term starts. Needless to say, you will not be going home. This school will be your home until you decide to change your ways. But you will have in effect nine free days in which to relax as you see fit.

“There is just one more thing. Most of you will remain with me, and in your current groups. But a select few of you will divide your time between here and some special classes with another teacher. Once the term starts, you will have your own dorm and gain certain ... privileges. Indeed you may have already noticed some of them.”

The teacher smiled. “We have some very special plans for you lucky girls.” Again, she looked at the list. “Chelsea. Ellen. Emily. Stacy. Oh, and how could I forget – Danielle.” Dan’s heart skipped a beat. “Now, you can have an early mark – off to your dorms, all of you. If you want to go outside while there’s still daylight, feel free.”

As she stalked out the classroom, an excited chatter broke out as the students tried to digest what they had just heard. There was a general move to the door.

But Dan sat at his desk, oblivious to the others. Just a few short weeks ago, he had been a typical college guy, preoccupied with all the usual concerns of one his age. But now, he sat here in a sexy schoolgirl uniform, stomach still full of the semen he had swallowed from ... well, who knew exactly how many men. Swallowed – and savoured. And in ten days’ time he would be joining what certainly sounded like an all-girl dorm.

How long, he wondered, would it be before his body started changing, like his four new room-mates? How long would it be before he looked in the mirror and saw only Danielle staring back at him? And what exactly would be done to hasten that transition? Would there be anything left of Dan when he left this place?

But above all, he asked himself: Why do I feel so excited?

This ends the first batch of St Odette’s stories. The series will resume next term ... after a break.

Kathryn Angel's picture
Wow. Just wow.

Wow. Just wow.

Smooth concluding point for the time being. I'm curious to see what might be coming next.

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demirose's picture
whimper. squirm.

pardon me...i think i need to go change my panties. these ones are a little damp...

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Emily's picture
Unbelievable! I wish there

Unbelievable! I wish there wasn't a break!

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Bambi Coxlutte's picture

That blew my mind (a caused something else to blow as well)! Bravissima! Danielle's gradual acceptance of all the changes *thrust* upon her was brilliantly told and completely believable. How I wish I could attend St Odette's. But now I know I'm in VERY good hands over at the Island.

More more more please!

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kimber's picture
wow i love it

wow it is just amazing!! I really hope your break will end soon, just amazing!!!

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Janice5T's picture

What a masterpiece. The choices he/she was given. Almost like the situation where you stipulate that the convert can only reply "Yes"

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Jane's picture
keep going

keep going

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Anne Hathaway's picture
Paul was so lucky - such a recidivist!

Well I feel warm all over for Danielle's well merited rewards. I have to confess relief for poor Paul - although I think he probably deserved to have been made an attendant. I hate girls that don't obey their betters!

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Annie Hathaway
bff with shelley. wow! <3 XOXO

Evie's picture
Add my name to your list of admirers...

You are evidently a very experienced writer. The characters are engaging. The relationships of the characters to one another are rich and multifaceted. The account of each character's emotional state seems very true. All the chapters have been easy to read, and show the benefits of careful editing. The series is a 'gift' for the players on this site.

I noticed that you were interested in artwork for the series. One poster suggested DA. I would agree there is some skilled pencil/computer art & also some nice photography. For 'spoof' art you might photoshop some of the mainstream film sources "Cruel intentions" or "St Trininan's." That would would not be ideal if you intend to share the story and art with a wider audience.

Not sure how many words you are at...but, you should check out Amazon's TG fiction selection. If you are thinking of a broader audience, there's always that. I haven't put anything there, but I am a big consumer.
Most of all...I am a big fan. Well done, keep writing!



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Anne Hathaway's picture
Such skilled writers on this site!

I never ceased to be amazed by how skilled the writers on LiL are. You, Miss Evie, very much included with that.

Hannah is a talented graphic/artist person.

Just so rich with talent with all of you clever prolific people!

I am now trying to catch up with Evie's "Cage" story - but she is keeping ahead of me. Now Mandi has released her latest chapter for me to catch up with.

Feel so lucky to be amongst such talent!

I love Mandi, Evie and Hannah and am honored to have them as my friends here.

Now I'm getting all mushy and girly and sentimental. *tears well up in my eyes*. Better stop here.

Annie Hathaway
bff with shelley. wow! <3 XOXO

Melanie's picture
Wonderful First Term

You really can write. The whole thing flows so logically and is so extremely erotic and filthy! The humiliation and transitions are neither rushed nor bogged down in unnecessary detail. And the whole mechanism of the school is very well worked out. I'm loving it!

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Katy's picture
Superb work need I say more,

Superb work need I say more, if you are looking for some artwork for this series perhaps I could help in some way...I'm a Graphic Designer/Illustrator.

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Staci-Swallows's picture
Lovely story.

Lovely story.
As was mentioned in previous comments the pacing is absolutely spot on
Well done.
Can't wait for next term!

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Emma Peel's picture
Absolutely brilliant, I wish.

Absolutely brilliant, I wish... Ah well, it wishes were horses, there'd be an awful lot of Lady Godiver's at LIL!

Off to start term 2.


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Nobody can force feminise me! I'm a volunteer

doreen's picture
Wow!! Looking forward to

Wow!! Looking forward to reading the second term at St. Odette's.

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Calliegh's picture
Looking toward to reading

Looking toward to reading more of it, feels like its a never ending story, makes you wonder I'd danielle has completed her full transition and what happens to Paul. And where is the president of the other school that sent Paul and Dan to st odette's and what would their reaction be after their complete transformation? Keep up the great writings!

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jamie911's picture
Very Talented

You are a very talented sensual writer..if you write like that I wonder what other interesting ideas you have..

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