Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Six

Autumn rains broke in the second week of term, and Dr.Yamaki found himself hurrying to his meeting with the headmistress beneath an umbrella. He had borrowed it from Mrs Fenk's place, and it was with ill temper that he now found himself standing in the lobby once more, damp and dishevelled, to meet the displeasure of his employer.

"Leave the umbrella in the stand." she said sharply, her mood as grey as the weather outside. "Sit. We have much to talk about."

Yamaki closed and locked the door behind him, as he found himself sat opposite Headmistress Thorn, as if he was a naughty student or supplicant to her authority.

She looked down her nose at him, her eyes hard and steely. He returned the gaze reluctantly. This...woman was not as easy to handle as the others.

"I understand there have been complications. You know I don't like complications, Dr.Yamaki." she steepled her hands together as she leaned over the desk, her cleavage for once modestly tucked behind her business shirt and jacket.

"In the course of my...duties, it is true we were discovered." he began. "However, I can reassure you that the situation is well under control. The...student in question was given a very heavy cocktail of drugs, both to help them forget and to aid in discrediting them, should they be able to recall anything."

"Still. Careless, don't you think? And involving Mrs Fenk? And the Nurse?"

"I assure you neither knows everything, and both were necessary for full control over the long term." he said, digging his nails into his palm. He would not be intimidated. He was...a professional.

"I see you have placed a significant order for extra chemicals. Substances that are controlled, rare, and expensive." she pointed out.

"Necessary for the task you have demanded of me." he replied. "There are 350 female students on this island. Even dosing a handful of them to the extent we have has been...difficult. Alot of material is needed to achieve the kind of change desired."

"It is too much." she said. "They will ask questions, if we order this material. We cannot afford detection, not so early in the game. And the changes are...too subtle. I've seen the Gym Club, for god's sake. They've been juicing for years. That kind of change is not sufficient. Do you understand?"

He frowned at her. "Reshaping a human system to be more masculine is an extremely delicate and difficult task-"

"I don't care if they're chemically or genetically male! I want them all to have dicks, Dr. Yamaki. Breasts, adam's apples, endocrinal-hormonal balances...this is all a waste of time. They have to have dicks. I thought I made my will clear."

Yamaki frowned. "I'm not a surgeon, Miss Thorn. And performing 350 genital surgeries-"

"Don't be coy with me!" she yelled, standing up. "You have something nobody else in your field of work has. I know it. That's why you agreed to this job isn't it? You're looking for funding for your secret work. Well, I promise you, I have...substantial funds, squirrelled away. I don't care about price. Just get it done. Quickly and quietly."

He tensed angrily. "There is maybe one way...but it is rather experimental-"

"Just do it. Start with that interloper. Masterson, yes? I never liked the girl, too much of a Teacher's Pet. No fun at all." she drawled. "Most Head Girls I've had are overjoyed to...spend private time with me. But that stone bitch only wanted a "normal" student-teacher relationship." Thorn huffed.

"If you can get away with it, bring her here when you're done." she smiled hungrily, like a shark.

"I'd enjoy admiring your handiwork."

Yamaki considered her words for a short time. Finally, he simply acquiesced.

"As you wish, Miss Thorn. But I will have to insist on an increase in payout. This...experimental work will not be easy."

"Revenge has no price, Dr Yamaki. Now be a good boy and run along now. I have other things to attend to." She said, turning her back on him.

He seethed inwardly. So, that was how it was going to be.

He left quietly, his thoughts already churning. Abducting the Masterson girl again would be problematic, but he would need a test subject either way for his new method. He was going to have to think this one over...

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The rain provided a gentle background noise, as Rowan found himself curled up on a couch next to Rebecca, some advanced science movie playing on the TV set in front of them. Once again, the Video Room was all theirs, and it didn't seem likely anybody else would be braving the rain to visit the Library today.

He felt his heart pounding, acutely aware of the girl only a few inches from him. He had not expected things to go like this at all. Yet it seemed the more time she spent in his company, the more confident she seemed to get. He wondered if that simply meant she saw him as a good friend, but he almost dared hope it meant more...

"You're being pretty quiet." she said, her eyes locked on the screen. She was absorbing what it had to say intently. Something about hormonal balances, androgen and other fancy things. Normally Rowan would be as keen to learn more, but of late he had found himself...distracted by Rebecca's presence. The science stuff they were being given by Yamaki to study was way above normal school material stuff, he was sure. He was beginning to wonder why Yamaki was so keen to have them study such advanced material.

Rex had mentioned he had been looking into something to do with the girl's Gym Club, but he had gone quiet about that lately, and been keeping to himself.

"Ah well..." Rowan said, aware he was expected to say something. "It's just pretty interesting stuff, that's all."

Rebecca smiled playfully. "You idiot. You're not paying attention at all, are you?"

"Uhm, well..." he blushed uncertainly. "It's pretty heavy stuff for my level, that's all."

She frowned at that. "We can stop if you'd like." She reached over for the remote.

"No, no its fine. I'll just copy your notes or something later, really."

She looked at him, and he could tell there was something going on behind this intense eyes. He'd never met a girl who could think quite the way she seemed to.

She paused the video. "I'll...be right back. I need some more water." she said. "Throats been bothering me a lot lately..."

"Have you seen the School Nurse?"

Rebecca reddened at that for some reason. "Yes. Um. She just proscribed lots of water, that's all."

While Rebecca was gone, Rowan fished out his notes, and tried desperately to make sense of everything that had just been missed. It seemed to all be connected to the same material. The human biochemical system. What governed the internal workings, from neurochemicals to pheromones to estrogen, hormone, testosterone and more besides. He'd never realised that human beings were such complex soups. DNA was far from the only thing that determined a human's behaviour, and people often seemed to forget that DNA was a chemical in of itself.

One that could be, in theory, altered, manipulated, read and understood.

It was deeply fascinating stuff, but there was a different chemistry that was starting to bother him.

"Finding it any easier?" she asked, her voice still gravelly. She held a cup of water, the same blue-tinged filter stuff that seemed to be everywhere on School Grounds.

"Maybe you can explain it to me." he said.

"I don't think you lack for understanding." she said with a smile, her cheeks redddening only a little. "Just need a little motivation is all."

She sat down beside him, much closer than she had been. "It's pretty hot here..." she said confidently, and began to undo her shirt buttons.

His face reddened, but she only undid the top two. Still, her cleavage seemed quite pronounced, though a little loose in her bra. Maybe she'd bought the wrong size or something.

"Mmm, my feet are starting to kill too. Wouldn't think walking around would hurt that much, right?" she kicked off her school shoes, revealing her stocking-clad feet, a purple and tan number. Figures. Seems like everything was in school colours around here.

"Right." he said, for want of anything else to say. For a girl who had seemed so shy and mousy, she'd really started to open up...

He blinked, as he realised for the first time she wasn't wearing her glasses anymore. Her eyes seemed...so warm, so friendly.

She held his gaze, until he was forced to look away, his insides churning. Jeeze. He'd never experienced anything like this. It was almost like...like she was the player, and he the girl.

That didn't make any sense though, right?

"Alright, let's resume the video." she said, playing the tape, and she settled in next to him. He felt her arm wrap around him, drawing him closer to her, so that his head rested on her shoulder. He had been sure he was taller than her, but he felt...smaller, somehow, next to her.

Any hope of concentration in this position was completely hopeless, of course.

The narration on the video droned on, and he felt he could hear her heartbeat. There was an unmistakable smile on her face. She was enjoying herself.

He felt his own mouth go dry, but he didn't dare go for any water, or move at all.

Rebecca calmly finished her cup of water once more, setting it to one side. For a moment he felt sure he saw thick hairs along her wrists. He reddened at such details. So she was a little hairy. That didn't mean anything. She was still a lovely girl, right?

He wasn't going to freak out just because of that.

She deliberately yawned, and drew him in closer. "You know, if you get uncomfortable, its okay to use a pillow or...something." she hinted slyly.

He gulped heavily. Slowly, he shifted his head, untill he was resting on her firm breast. He could feel her heartbeat and body warmth. She was...furnace-hot.

"Mmm...you were right...it is hot in here..." he croaked.

She smiled, and, sliding away from him, she began to unbutton her shirt further, far past the point of decency. Her pale skin seemed surprisingly taut, her belly without any trace of softness. Girl had been taking her diet seriously, he thought. She was in way better shape than he was.

Her bra, he noted, was a black lacy number that could be opened from the front. A very daring underwear choice. He wondered how she had gotten it. It wasn't like there were lingerie shops on the island, were there?

He placed his hand on her soft, firm belly, and she sighed gently. It seemed she was enjoying herself alot. He could feel slight vibrations, and gentle beads of sweat. There were traces of fine hairs around her belly too. Again, he didn't mind. Girl was probably the au natural type.

She stopped the video tape.

"I think thats enough of that for now." she said, her voice confidant and authoritative.

"Too much thinking can overheat your brain, right?" she chuckled.

"Listen, uh, Rowan..." she began, uncertain how to continue. "Do you think...gosh I'm being weird about this aren't I...um...would you mind if we..." she paused, and he looked up into her eyes, his blood thundering behind his ears.

"We date?" he suggested tentatively. "I mean, if thats allowed and all..."

"No, it's not." she said. "But...we could hang out. In that way. If you want."

"I would." he said. This girl seemed such a contradiction. So confident in action, and yet her words...a throwback to the mousy girl she seemed to have been when the semester began.

"Just say it." he said, encouraging her. "You seem confident enough. I mean. If there's something you want to say."

"Okay, fine." she said, stirring up. "Rowan, you are going to be my boyfriend. Got it? But...don't call me your girlfriend. Okay? I...well...call me your partner, right?"

He wasn't sure what to make of that, but he nodded anyway. "Of course. Partners. Sounds cool."

"Great." she seemed more relaxed. "If you want you can...I dunno. Touch me a bit. I guess." she sighed.

"Would you uh...prefer to touch me?" he asked, sensing a strange reluctance in her.

"Sure. You know what, I think we've been working real hard, we both deserve a treat." she grinned again. She eagerly got down on her knees, and he almost yelped in suprise, as she began to pull his hard cock out of his pants.

"Um...wow...what if someone comes..."

"I do hope someone does." she said mischievously.

"Wait...whoah..Rebecca..."

"Please, call me Bec. And don't worry, I'm still a Prefect." she grabbed her phone, and texted a few people. "There, if anybody comes asking at the Library desk to use the Video Room or something, we'll get a heads up."

"Okay, um...Bec..." His head was a whirl of confusion. Her behaviour seemed to make no sense, though he didnt feel like he should object. He did want her as a girlfriend- or partner- right? She was cute as hell, they had all the same interests, and he could just imagine Rex's outraged reaction if he told him he'd run away from a handjob.

"Good. Now, let's do this." she said, her eyes narrowing in determination, her focus as intent on him as it had been the science video.

Somehow, seeing her going at the task of a handjob like it was difficult homework was oddly comforting. That was the Rebecca he knew.

He leaned back, and decided to enjoy himself.

The rain drummed down outside silently. Life really wasn't so bad at Strangeflower.