Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Twenty-One

Fresh light broke on the imprisoned gym club members. A whole day had gone by, with only brief and highly supervised breaks for meals and toilet, under the watchful eye of the silent and forceful hired thugs. Whoever these goons were, they knew how to do their jobs, as strange a job ass holding these transformed school-girls was.

Patricia kept her eyes open, observing. She had changed the most, mentally and physically, of all the girls. Yet she found herself adapting surprisingly well to these new circumstances. Her identity confusion still lingered in part, but for now she had agreed with her male self that Patricia was the name others knew them by, and so they would collectively share it, for now.

Revenge was still her motivation. The list of targets had simply expanded. She regarded the thugs with cold eyes. She wondered idly if it was possible to turn them into girls the way their employer had turned her and these girls into...something like guys. A dark part of her shuddered with pleasure at the thought. Seeing their precious manhoods become fresh womanhood to defile appealed to the sickness inside of her.

Ultimately, she decided, when this was all over, she would use her father's money to investigate this all much more.

The heavy iron door creaked open once more, bathing them with a harsher light. But it was not the silent sentries that stood waiting this time.

It was Lydia Fenk.

"Hello girls." she said with cruel glee.

"Remember me?" she strode in, wearing fresh clothing, her face and body still healing from the bruises and marks she had endured during her physical and sexual humilation. Her eyes gleamed with vicious glee.

In her hand was a small black case, which she opened proudly for them all to see. Inside gleamed five full syringes, containing all too familiar looking liquid.

"I could lecture you all on ingratitude. But I think we're all far past that, aren't we girls?" Fenk tutted.

The girls collectively held their breath, fear paralysing most. Olga held Fenk's gaze steadily.

"Its a shame. You could all have been champions. Brought me glory. Brought yourselves and your miserable families glory. Everyone remembers the olympic champions of old, even if some had to have a little help to get there. But now...you..." she shivered, her fury palpable.

"Let's just say that I was convinced to participate in this little experiment Yamaki and Thorn are running. As a reward, I get to keep my pussy...and enjoy all your fine new cocks." She laughed cruelly.

She put the case down, and withdrew the first syringe. "I only have five here, but it seems most of you are well on your way there already. It won't take much to push you into full, glorious manhood. But when accelerated...well, i'm told the sight and sound of the transformation is quite something."

Olga spat. "Do your worst. I'm done for anyway. Just know that when I get out of here I'm going to do a lot worse than inject you full of drugs. I will fucking kill yo-"

Lydia slapped Olga, who strained and heaved impotently at their bonds. "You think talking back to me will save your friends? How fucking dare you. How fucking dare all of you! I was a somebody! You have taken more from me than you can possibly imagine! And now look at you all. Freaks! Disgusting, chained, half-gendered freaks fit only for some whacko's science experiment!"

Lydia grew wilder and wilder, unable to contain her rage and apolexy any longer. She began slapping and punching Olga, in her face, in her chest, and kicking her in her swollen, thinly covered groin, causing her to groan and weep with pain. "You..fucking...make me...sick."

Juanita whimpered, watching as Lydia used her strength to beat Olga raw. She leaned close to Patricia. Despite everything, she still looked to her for some measure of protection instinctively.

Patricia simply watched, stone-faced. Truthfully, she had wanted to do much the same to Olga and the gym club, but now...

"I already have a penis, Miss Fenk." Patricia spoke up. "Do you want to see it? I have already used it though. But not yet with a..real woman such as yourself." it was crude and obvious flattery, but it seemed to catch Fenk's attention.

She turned, her eyes filled with animal rage.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the former Head Girl herself. You don't remember how you came to be like this, do you? Yamaki made sure you'd forget everything. I admit, I was terrified when you found us...terrified of what you might say. How small I was back then. Now I dont care what they say." she snarled. "Nothing they can say about me will be worse than what was done! Then what will be done to you all! I still win!"

"Yes, I can see that Miss Fenk." Patricia said coolly. "You hold all the cards here.  You have the power. As...former Head Girl-" the words stuck in Patricia's throat-"I can see you are the ultimate authority. I know how to be a good...girl. Let me show you I can b a good boy as well, mmm? You can have fun with the gym club later. They clearly dont need me anymore surely?"

Fenk frowned, uncertain. "How honest of you. And how characteristically slimy and self-serving." Fenk spat. "You know, I never really liked you. A real kiss-ass. You were always the perfect little bitch of Strangeflower. Kinda funny to see you as some greasy little boy."

Patricia held her nerve, even as Fenk leaned close, breathing heavily.

"Let me fuck you, Miss Fenk, and I'll be whatever boy-toy you want me to be. I havent had a good shag in at least 2 days." She put on her best boyish grin. It made her look quite maniacal.

Fenk chuckled. "So desperate. Alright then, I suppose it can't hurt to indulge myself a little." She cleared a space, and dragged Patricia out away from the wall, but did not fully untie them.

"No freedom just yet. Let's see how skilled you've gotten with that new toy, eh. All in the hips, right lad?" she taunted, pulling away the panties and skirt Patricia had worn, exposing her now hardening member, still smooth and hairless.

"Ah, its been a long time since I've had some fresh sausage." she gloated.

Patricia gave Juanita one last, long, meaningful look, before she scooted forward awkwardly. Fenk dropped her own jeans and grey knickers, exposing her hairy, ripe cunt.

Patricia swallowed. This was not going to be easy, or pleasant...

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The mood in the school was shifting. Students, both girl and boy, awkwardly whispered and gossiped wherever they could, in class, in the hall, in the bathrooms. Everyone could sense that something was awry at Strangeflower.

All the teachers seemed quite noticably different. They wore the same clothes, and heavy padded bras, but strange rumours began to surface. The Headmistress patrolled the corridors, like a hungry lioness keeping an eye on her prey. Strange theories began to circulate.

Everything seemed to be on course for the Halloween Ball. Many tried to forget the weird atmosphere and strange goings on, and focused on that. Almost all the boys had secured a dance partner, much to their own delighted suprise. But competition was fierce among the girls not to be left out. Only the ugliest boys had been left out, and even they were now grudgingly be approached by the most desperate of girls, tho wether these ugly boys would recieve the same post-dance activities as the other boys were hoping for remained to be seen.

The main Hall was being decorated with suprising speed. A large, grinning paper mache pumpkin-head was hoisted high into the rafters, facing down at an angle, its wide gaping mouth facing down at the precise centre of the dance-floor. Spooky cobwebs were hung up all over the campus, and the staff went about their usual duties with dull, clockwork precision.

For Becky and Rowan, it was deeply unnerving. They struggled to complete the last of their researches discreetly, but there was nothing to find. They needed a new plan, or new research material.

Anya found her situation to be increasingly anxious. How much longer could she hide?

Rex, for his part, realised the difficulty of the situation, and rallied the boys, who were by and large loyal to him. That evening, after another strange supper, he met with all of the boys of Strangeflower, all thirty of them, even the ones who had had nothing to do with his sporting club efforts.

He entered the crowded dorm social space with a swagger, like he was Patton or Aragorn or something.

"Friends, Countrymen. Lads. As you have all no doubt noticed, something is definitely fucked up at this school."
There were murmurs and some laughs. He glared at them untill they shut up.
"Some of you have noticed weird things happening to the girls you've been courting. Maybe some of you have been to the School Nurse. Maybe some of you think its STDs or something."
There were more chuckles at that.

"Truth is, its a hell of a lot stranger than all of that. The Headmistress has gone crazy. The island's cut off. Have none of you noticed that we still can't get internet or phone reception? A Storm or something, we've been told."

There were angry murmurs all round. Many boys, even with the firewalls preventing easy porn access, needed that internet as a lifeline.

"And this weird mood. The staff have all gone stepford, and this push towards the Halloween Ball. In case none of you noticed, it seems like the whole Gym Club was expelled! We all know the rumours, but there's no way any school can carry on like this after an event like that."

There was unease. Truthfully, most of the boys didn't know what to make of it at all. They'd been through institutions similar to this one. You didn't question what went on. You shut up and obeyed, no matter how weird.

"Well, I'm telling you now, its too much. Some of you may have noticed I've been keeping a girl in my room."

There were open laughs at that.

"Your discretion is much appreciated. But I'm not doing it just to be a lad. Anya might have been the gym bitch and a tough prefect, but she was our gym bitch and prefect. And keeping her whereabouts from the teachers is more than just a game. Whats happening at this school is weird, wrong, and criminal."

The boys were less amused by this. Rex could feel he was losing them.

"Look! You want to pretend nothing weird is going on, go ahead, fuck off and study like good little girls. But I know you didn't all come here to be Strangeflower girls, but Strangeflower boys! And what that means is up to us. Carp Dem! Seize the Day!"

"What exactly do you want us to do?" someone asked from the confused crowd.

"We can't rely on the adults for help. We're cut off, and the authorities wouldn't believe us anyway. So get ready, keep quiet, and keep your eyes open. Something bad is going down this Halloween. Till then, don't let your girls drink or take anything weird. The name of the problem at this school is Drugs."

There were ugly murmurs at this. "This is bullshit!"
"What proof do you have? You've just been talking a load of crap..."

Rex could sense he was losing them. "Listen, I need you to trust me. The Headmistress-"

"We should tell her you're stirring trouble. Some of us want to graduate with honours someday, thank you very much."
"Yeah, stop trying to get us ALL in trouble!"

Anya entered the room, and all eyes turned to face her.

"You want to know why this school is fucked up?" she said, her voice rising. "You want to know why to trust this stupid Malchik? Why I trust him?"

She climbed up on a table, wearing tight school-pants she had borrowed from Rowan. She felt dryness in her mouth. She looked at all the boys, her heart thudding.

"Look at me, and see what has been done. You all remember how strong I was. My muscles are gone. My throat is sore. The drugs that did this-"

"She has a cock!" someone shouted. "There! A Bulge!"

Her cheeks grew red. "Now listen here-"

"You a gay now, Rex?" one of them said with obvious disgust.

"A tranny! Thats the real crime here! Putting a tranny in charge!"

Rex glowered, growing angrier and angrier.

There was nervous laughter, and the crowd began to break apart. He could sense he had all but lost them....

"Enough!" Anya shouted. She jumped off the table, into the midst of the guys. She looked each of them in the eye, drawing their attention, some of her old, intimidating self returning.

"I have had it with you stupid boys! If I am going to be stuck halfway as one of you, I wont be as weak! Yes, I have a dick. Do you want to see it? Are you afraid? You all remember what I looked like. Trust your eyes. Was I just a petite tranny then, mmm? No!"

The derisive laughter died away, and the boys frowned at her.

"I don't care if you believe what I or he have to say. But you want to be something at this school? Don't be pussies. There's enough of those, at least for now." she snarled, jabbing them in their chest.

"Trust your eyes. Don't be fools. Be smart. I'm done." She turned, and they stared. Many, despite themselves, found their eyes following her ass as she left the room.

Rex held himself in check. "Alright. You can go. We've said our piece. I guess I'll know your answer by if any teachers or staff show up later. Right?"

He too left, though his heart was pounding. Anya was angrily pacing his room when he returned.

"That was stupid. Really stupid." she chided herself angrily.
"There's no way theyre not going to turn us in now."

"We had to try." Rex admitted. "It was only a matter of time anyway. We've both seen too much. They'll come for us eventually."

Anya shivered. "When you put it like that..."

He came forward, and hugged her warmly. She looked at him with questioning eyes.

"What you said. You're right. You're no pussy. But who wants pussies anyway?" he joked. "You're all woman where it counts." He gave her ass a hearty slap.

She narrowed her eyes. "Don't think i'll be your boytoy either."
"Wouldn't dream of it."

"Still..." she sighed. "If I have to be in this mess, there's worse people to be in it with."
"Thats the spirit."

She punched his arm. "Alright. Enough lovey dovey stuff. We need to go someplace else. They'll find us sooner or later. There's more to the Island than just the Campus and the Staff cottages..."

He raised his eyes. "Meaning?"

"Meaning we can cause more trouble if we force them to come looking for us. We can't hide, but we can run."

"This isn't going to look great on our grades is it?"

"Stupid Malchik..."

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Rebekah watched nervously from her hiding spot, as she tracked the movement of the extra security staff, and the way that most of the teaching staff now walked awkwardly from place to place, often accompanied or escorted by one of these new hires.  She took careful note of who went where and with whom, but the conclusion she was reaching from her spying seemed obvious.

A sick feeling settled in her stomach. What had happened to her, what was happening to the girls around her, had now happened to almost all the female members of faculty. A strange, chemical coup had occurred, and now it seemed clear that the Headmistress was completely in control.

What her next move was, Rebekah could only speculate. Surely not even Dr. Yamaki, even with lab facilities beneath the island, could make enough of the chemical, could produce enough to...well, turn the whole student body. Rebekah struggled to fathom why the Headmistress would commit to so insane and reckless a plan, but whatever her reasons, it was hard to deny the incredible reality unfolding before her.

She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. She had stopped drinking the water, and was being very careful about what she consumed, but still, she had started to develop hair on her legs, and she was feeling very protective of her womanhood of late.

For a while she had suffered an identity crisis. But Rowan...she smiled at the thought. Well, if anything could help her hold on to her sense of self, it was surely him. She felt a pang of sympathy for Rex and Anya, and hoped that perhaps there might be some reversal possible.

But, given how much she and Rowan had read into this subject of late, it seemed impossible to fully restore a feminine sexual system once it had been completely converted into...well, a male one. More disturbing and urgent than that, however, was how to counteract the side effects of such a transformation>

It wasn't simply that the girls were becoming boys, Rebekah realised. It was that, on some fundamental level, they were becoming addicted to the rush of hormones and chemicals that accompanied not just the transformation but acts of sex.

She hadn't asked, but she strongly suspected the once proud, lesbian and stand-offish Anya was now becoming ever more...horny, in her pursuit of boy parts, whether her own or her boyfriend's.

Once the coast was clear, Rebekah darted nimbly away from the shadows, and made to return to the boys dormitory. They needed to co-ordinate a response. It was clear that no help would be coming from within the island, and they needed to find an effective way to call for help from beyond.

They also needed evidence that something weird was going on. She swallowed. Their only clue was Anya. Perhaps if they...

She almost ran right into two thugs who had been standing in the hallway. She quickly stifled her yelp, and looked up into the frowning eyes of these two hired goons. They wore maintenance outfits, and one seemed to be on a step-ladder, doing something to the fire sprinklers overhead. But there was no mistaking them for janitorial staff.

"Where are you going, little lady? Classes are over. You shouldn't be running in the halls." He grunted, and reached out with a meaty hand to grab her.

She darted nimbly away. "Sorry was just picking up something I forgot see you later bye!" she stammered, and ran for the exit.

With surprising speed, the step-ladder goon jumped down, blocking her way.

"Hold on there. Breaking curfew? You're going to have to explain this to a teacher..."

"Yeah. Headmistress Thorn's very keen all infractions be...thoroughly dealt with..."

Rebekah tried to wiggle free, but a tight, vice-like grip now clamped around her arm, and they began to drag her away.

"Please, there's no need for this. I'm a prefect, see? I have a permit..."

They blankly ignored her. She struggled, and began to kick and hit at them, to no avail.

"You're hurting me! I'll complain to the Headmistress!"

They simply chuckled at that.

"That won't be necessary, men." A voice cut through the empty halls.

She turned, and was surprised to see Dr Yamaki there. He looked haggard and tired.

"I can take care of this from here."

She looked at him, trying to conceal the terror she felt. If he was here, and personally wanted her...

"But, the headmistress-"

"She doesn't need to be bothered by every little curfew-breaker, surely? I'll make sure the little missy learns her lesson."

They frowned, but reluctantly let her go. Before she could dash away, Yamaki took hold of her by the collar.

"Now, Miss. You're one of my star students. I can't have you running around like this, risking all sorts of trouble. Please, come with me. I'll make sure you're properly taken care of."

She looked at him, and at the slowly departing thugs.

"Of...course, Dr. Yamaki."

He gave her a cold smile.

"Good. I have a lot of work to do, and I need someone who can help..."