Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Thirteen

Anya knew that it was time to address the elephant in the room. Even as her...boyfriend..was planning a late night infiltration of the Gym Hall to gather evidence, she had decided to take the bull by horns, and summoned the entire Gym Club. Mrs Fenk was absent, and appeared to be busy this evening.

But, standing before her girls, the young women she had helped hone to gymnastic perfection, who she had both loved and encouraged to take the drugs that seemed to have taken such a strange and terrible toll...Anya knew that she bore some responsibility for this situation, as their Gym Captain, and as their self appointed lesbian big sister.

Yet, standing before them now, in the empty gym hall, the fading smell of disinfectant in the air, she knew that she had changed inside, both mentally and physically. Looking around the circle, at the dozen or so girls with thick, muscled limbs and flattened chests, with stocky builds and masculine builds, with tight leotards cutting into puffy vaginas...Anya felt as if the scales had fallen from her eyes.

"Comrades. Gym-Sisters." she began, addressing them. There were uneasy glances and murmurs. She knew how different she looked, now. She was slender, effeminate. Alone, almost, of the Gym Club, she looked the most girlish. To counter-act this, she was wearing Rowan's Gym outfit. The affect did not masculinise her, rather, emphasised she was a tomboy. She had even stopped wearing any sort of bra, and her tiny tits made only a slight, cute bump in her overall silhouette.

Beside the Amazonian figures of the Gym Club, she could now only ever look girlish, sissy-like at best.

"I have called you all here to address a most serious matter. A matter that should be visible to all of us, yet we have chosen to ignore it."

"Yeah, you're a pipsqueak now." one voice dared say, breaking the silence. Anya reddened, looking at them with fury.

"Olga, you meatheaded slut. I can smell the stink of fish from your pussy from here. Or did you just open your mouth and breathe everywhere? Shut the fuck up. This is important."

There were discontented murmurs, but Anya quashed them. She could still project her authority, at least a little. In some ways, her more masculine voice helped that.

"The truth is, I have failed you all as a Gym Captain. I put the obsession with glory and athletic perfection ahead of the things that should be most important. I thought we were becoming a perfected ideal, amazonian beauty and strength and grace. Instead, I have...become something else, as have you."

"We're fine the way we are, aren't we girls?" Olga said. "Just because you're becoming skinny and a flat-chested boy-"

Anya moved with speed and grace, and before Olga could react Anya had slapped her thick hands away, and, digging into Olga's gymnast uniform, ripped the front open, exposing Olga's muscled, thick chest.

"Look! Look at yourself, Olga, and everyone!" she yelled, her voice echoing in the empty hall. "You mock me? You yourselves have become mockeries. This is not the work of a few performance enhancers. We were tricked! We have been exploited! I am certain now, that Mrs Fenk has been giving us...something quite different, or higher doses of it, than we expected."

Olga reddened, covering herself up, ashamed.

"But it is not too late. We can still take back control of who and what we are. Nurse Romana has given me this purgative..." she held up a tiny syringe, half-full with Exgene- "that will begin to help our bodies flush out the poison."

"But what about the Championships? You said we were going to compete at an International Level-"

"We still might." she said decisively. "Through hard work, and determination. Not through doping. But even if we dont..." she hesitated, the full force of what she was saying hitting her only now. "Even if we don't, we have lives beyond this. We can still be women. Still have careers. Still have...lovers, and not be shunned as freaks."

There were a few sneers, but not many. Her words had shaken them. Even Olga seemed to be contemplative, massaging her flat breasts over and over, uncertainly.

"Purge with me, one last time Gym Sisters. Our bond will be renewed, not as competitors, but as friends. And together, let us start on a new path, and expose Mrs Fenk and her corruption!"

"But...won't they disqualify us?"
"My parents will kill me..."
"I was promised Gold! Gold at the Finals..."

There was great uncertainty now, and they talked amongst themselves. Anya watched and listened, before finally raising her hand for quiet.

They surprisingly obeyed.

She held out the syringe. "There's not much here. So I will go first. I led you into this, and I will lead you out. I..." she swallowed, emotion overcoming her. Damn hormones, she was getting all weepy like a real girl or something.

"I may not be the proud lesbian I used to be, but I still love you all. And I promise, I will never be one of those simpering balletrina girls we all used to hate! Gay girl or Gay boy, I'm a gym-sister proud and free!"

There was a smattering of applause, but it died away quickly, in embarassment.

"You get your tits back, girl." Olga said defiantly. "For all of us."

She injected herself with the syringe, with a slight gasp.

Nothing happened.

"Well, medicines take a while to take effect..." they all shrugged.

"But it's a good first step. Now let's go find Mrs Fenk, and make her pay."

They all cheered, and quickly put on their coats- or a fresh outfit, in Olga's case- and headed out once more into the night, to find the Teacher's Cottages, and drag Mrs Fenk out of her residence.

Yet as they headed out beneath the harvest moon, Anya felt something...stirring deep inside her. Her stomach? No, her abdomen felt queasy, and her body was heating up. Her mind was filling with obscene, lewd imagery that she had barely considered before. Cocks. Stiff, throbbing cocks. She swallowed, trying to maintain composure in front of the girls, but she was becoming weak at the knees. Her pussy was wet again, wetter than it had been in weeks. The idea of being fucked, of sucking, of interacting with cocks in all combinations...it was starting to get to her.

She pressed on, though her body continued to tremble, as changes worked their way through her....

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Flickering shadows danced in the cold autumn darkness, the dim glow of the campus lighting nothing beneath the heavy, gathering clouds. A storm was coming from the east, and soon a gale was starting to pick up. Anya shivered, grateful for the breeze, cooling her skin. Inside she felt like a raging furnace.

Maybe taking the purgative this soon had been a bad idea. Just a little further, she thought, sweat freezing on her face.

Finally, they came to the Teacher's Cottages, a mini-hamlet where the staff and teacher's resided, some distance from both the campus and the student dorms. The Headmistress's Manor dominated the only hill on the Island, a looming landmark that cast everything else into stark relief.

Standing by the gate-posts that led into the closeted area, the Gym Club paused for a moment. The gates had been left open, since it had been such a long time since they had needed to be closed. But security was bound to be tighter here than on campus. The moment they crossed this threshold, they would be drawing attention to themselves.

And how exactly where they going to gain access to Mrs Fenk's home? Cause a ruckus?

The righteous fury that had propelled them this far began to fade. Another twist in Anya's guts reminded her of why they were doing this.

"Why did we all wear our gym outfits for this again? Its cold..." The girls began to complain, nervous for once. For all that they seemed tough on the outside, they weren't rule-breakers or trouble-makers. This was probably the first time most had even broken curfew.

"It will be warm inside Mrs Fenk's house." Anya said, stepping forward once more, though it took all her strength not to double over in pain. Something was very wrong, but she wasn't done yet.

"Anya...maybe we should wait till the morning..."

"No. It ends tonight." She bit her words out, suppressing the pain.

"Follow me. I know what I'm doing."

She strode with purpose down the driveway, passing parked cars and tied up bicycles. This area was far more luxurious than the student quads. Leafy beech trees lined the avenues, and every cottage looked bucolic and pristine. The teachers here, Anya thought, lived in their own little world. No wonder they had let things slide into dull apathy. For all their talk of strictness, of maximum discipline and the highest quality of teaching, they clearly had little interest in what was happening to the student body, or what hijinks they got up to.

"Does anyone know where Fenk lives?" one of the girls whispered. Strolling down the deserted, gaslamp-lit street made them feel terribly exposed, like naughty girls gone trick or treating. How apt, Anya thought. Halloween wasn't that far away, anyway.

"I do." Anya said. "I've...been there before."

Some of the girls looked at her nervously about that, but she did not choose to elaborate. Feeling a powerful and sickening sense of deja-vu, she stepped up to the door of Number Sixteen, and, echoing that fateful encounter in her fresher year, she took the ornate knocker on the front of the door, and knocked four times.

There was no immediate reaction. The gym girls awkwardly tried to hide themselves in the bushes while Anya stood, alone, proud, in front of the door. Upstairs, a light came on. Anya knocked four times again.

A definite shiver went down her spine. The heat and pain inside her abated, for a little while at least, leaving her shivering like a young girl, before the door.

Finally, there was the sound of a latch been worked, and the door drawn back-just a little, on a chain- as a familiar, brutish face peered at her in the shadow.

"Anya? Why are you here? I thought-"
"Please, Mrs Fenk." she wheedled, putting on her most submissive, feminine voice. Her stomach twisted with butterflies. She hated it, and yet at the same time her body reacted in such odd ways to it. Another thing she would hold Fenk to account for, she decided.

"It's been weeks. I need my fix. I need..." she looked away, as if embarassed.

"Oh, I think I know what you need, girl." Fenk licked her lips. "I have been needing something myself..."

She undid the latch, and opened the door fully.

Without needing to say anything, the Gym Club rushed the door, right behind Anya, bowling over the suprised, half-dressed Mrs Fenk.

"No Noise! Keep her quiet, pin her arms and legs! Shut the door!" Anya barked orders, and the girls struggled to suppress the thrashing gym teacher. It was a testament to their own strength that it only took three of them to manhandle the ogrish woman into submission.

With the bitter cold closed behind them, and their former mentor held in place on the plush carpet before them, the gym club looked from one to another, barely available to believe their own daring.

"Holy shit. We...actually did it."

"Not yet." Anya said coldly. "Tie her up. There's probably some gym-rope in her bedroom. We have a few hours before midnight yet. It's time for some...answers."

Anya pulled up a seat, looking down at the woman she had once admired, then been a willing lover for. Had she ever loved Lydia Fenk? She thought to herself. No. She had loved the idea of the woman, of a strong, powerful amazonian who seemed to have everything. One who had taught her strength, and enabled that obsession with winning through doping.

Now, she thought, she was going to get answers, and revenge.

"While you're up there girls, see if you can find her stash of drugs. Should be under the mattress, won't it Mrs Fenk?"

The teacher glared at her former pupil with hateful eyes.

"I know what you're thinking, Mrs Fenk. But whatever we do, will surely pale in comparison to your own crimes." She smirked.

"Found the gym-ropes? Good. I think we're all going to have some fun tonight."

The pain inside her had entirely vanished, now. She felt...fantastic, and more aroused than ever. Yet, she still felt a strange tinge of disappointment that Ms Fenk didn't have a cock to play with.

Then again...

"Do you still have your playroom, Mrs Fenk? Well, girls, do you want to see what our beloved teacher has really been up to with her favoured pupils?"

Many of the girls still felt anxious, but when they saw the room, their anxiety about their misdeeds evaporated, and their resolve hardened.

It would be a very long time till dawn.