Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Five

Rowan eyed the water-machine with irritation as it gurgled and clanked. For such a prestigious school he was often suprised by how old and under-maintained the smaller aspects of its infrastructure seemed. Still, it filled up the plastic cup quickly enough, though the filtered water seemed a bit...blue.

Shrugging, he carried the water back carefully to the Reading Room where he and Rebecca had been sat. He had to admit, things were going pretty well with her, though it had been only a week. Still, it seemed she was as keen to make friends with him as he was to get to know her.

"Thanks, all this reading is thirsty work." she joked weakly. "Any luck with the advanced stuff?"
Rowan shook his head. "We've only been at this a day or two. I don't expect us to crack it that soon. But it is refreshing to have a teacher who seems to want us to go way beyond our level. The other teachers don't seem all that invested, forgive me."

Rebecca smiled. "No, you're quite right. This school isn't quite  what you expected is it?"
He chuckled at that. If only she knew.

"I admit its nice to hear one of the girls say that. Figured everything was rough just because we were the new boys."

Rebecca's smile faded, and her eyes looked down.

"Whats wrong? Did I say something stupid? Its okay, tell me. Still getting used to things around here, I'm sorry."

"No, its not that..." she tried to focus on the textbook in front of her, but gave up. "It's...well...I've never been one of the girls." she admitted shyly. "I...I guess they always saw me as the boy, around here, before the boys came."

"Why? Because you're into science and stuff?" he asked. "That seems pretty stupid."

She looked at him. "I...I shouldn't talk about all this. We're here to study, afterall."

"Oh. Oh ok, sure. No worries." He said awkwardly, his heart pounding. Did they just have...some kinda moment? He felt oddly out of his depth. Usually in the games he'd played there was some obvious third option to take to advance a girl's relationship path. But here he wasn't sure what to say.

"Hey, so, uh, do you think you could get me into the Science Club? I really need to know as much of this stuff as possible. Dr Yamaki's promised me all sorts of crazy privileges if I can master his course in record time, and if we boys are gonna last the semester, we're going to need to prove we can cut it."

"Oh? The Science Club? Its not worth it, trust me." she said bitterly. "What most girls consider to be science...no, I'm rambling again, I'm sorry."

"No, its OK. I like hearing more about this stuff. First real conversation I've had. The Boys aren't much better, trust me." he said weakly, looking into her eyes again.

She didn't look away this time. "Its...look...I don't know how it is in mixed or all-boys schools, but...well...girls here just don't get the harder science stuff." she said all in a rush, as if afraid to speak out. "All the smartest nerd girls are top in English and History and the Languages classes...its so stupid, I mean, we're a modern Girl's Academy with a mostly female faculty but...nobody cares about Math! Or Physics! Or Biology! The nerdiest girls read Harry Potter, and haven't even heard of Isaac Asimov or Robert Heinlein. It's just...so stupid." she said with bitterness. "They used to tease me in the other school...before I came here...called me Hermoine Granger. I hated that so much. Hermoine does magic. I wanted to be Hester, or Meg Murry- girls who do science, you know?"

Rowan nodded. "I think I can relate. It's not just that they think you're a nerd, its like, you're the wrong type of nerd to them, right?"

"Exactly!" she said. "Ah, sorry. I don't normally..."

"It's ok. Really." he smiled again.

She began to blush, and took another deep swig, finishing her cup. "God, my throat's feeling sore again. Must be some kinda Winter Cold i'm getting. Can you get me another cup please?"

"Of course. And uh, hey, listen after this, if you want maybe we could, i dunno, hang out sometime. I mean, just...talk and maybe read some fun books. The boys dorms got some fun material." he said, reddening a bit. Damn his mind for wandering to that, now, of all times.

She smiled. "Okay, sure. I'm Acting Prefect after all." she reminded him. "I can even stay after curfew." she said, reddening a bit.

He gulped. "I'll...get some more water..."

As he left, she took her glasses off, blinking a little and frowning. What had gotten in to her today? She was never this open...with anyone. The boys...the boy, really...was starting to have a really weird effect.

She looked down at her textbook, and found her eyesight was improving a little, which made no sense. She put her glasses back on. Weird. Hormonal changes as part of growing up? No, she was past puberty, and that shouldn't be effected anyway. Still, she found she could pick up the finer details of the small-printed words better now.

Well, it didn't hurt. She could always ask Nurse Romana later.

Soon Rowan was back with another cup, which she took a bit longer to drink. Her throat was starting to feel sore, and so she didn't talk as much, but they spent the remainder of the afternoon in each other's company.

Towards the end, as they got up to go, she looked around, and, in a sudden rush of blood, she leaned forward and hugged him, taking him completely by surprise.

"Uh...hey..." he managed, his heart beating furiously.

"Thank you." she said. "Its great to meet someone who gets it, really. Sometimes...ah, sometimes its hard to be a girl with a boymind." she chuckled.

"I feel you. I mean, well..." he stuttered.

"No, its OK. I gotta go, but I'll see you later at the dorm OK?" she winked, and ran off.

He stood there dumbfounded. He hadn't expected anything like this...

He collected the books he needed, and headed back to the Dorms in a daze. He re-evaluated his opinion of Rebecca. Mousy? No. She definitely had some hidden depths, he was sure.

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There was a light breeze from west to east as Rex assembled his team of boys on the field. He still ached from the night before, and his thoughts were distracted by what he had seen the night before. But he had promised to give it his all. After all, wasnt that why he was here? To prove himself?

"Friends. Brothers." he began, looking at the handful of boys who had agreed to come with him, to play these nightmare games against the Girl's Sports Club. "I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me."

There was a slight chuckle. He continued on a similar vein. "A Day may come, when all bonds of fellowship are forsaken, and yadda yadda. Look, bros, jacked or not, they're girls. We owe it to ourselves, to our sex, to all the boys who ever wanted to be professional MMA fighters so they could fuck Ronda Rousey, to show that having a dick still means something, OK? So let's go out there and win it, OK?"

"Yeah!" there was a ragged cheer. Rex grinned. "Awesome. Alright, first up its Lacrosse."

There were groans. "I know, I know. Just try to conserve your strength. We'll get our chance. Soccer will be our game, I guarantee it."

Mrs Fenk came up to them, looking over them in their pristine uniforms. "My, don't you just look cute, all of you."

Rex couldn't help but redden, remembering what he had seen. This woman might be juicing, but she wasn't too bad looking under all those clothes. He had a feeling he could satisfy her better than that old man Yamaki, at anyrate.

"Mrs Fenk." he said, seized by a sudden confidence. "Might I have a quick, private word?"

Fenk frowned. "Of course dear...."

Pulled aside, he pushed ahead with his gambit. "I'm just gonna be straight with you, Mrs Fenk. I know we can't win this, or any of the tryouts, probably. I know you and the girls, got an edge see?" he said, watching her face carefully. "But let me make a counter-offer. Let us prove ourselves in the Soccer Match, and I'll form a Boys Soccer Club. It might not be quite enough for a full-team, but I promise that if we start now, we'll be good enough to start playing for real by the Spring. Just think of the glory that could bring the school, Mrs Fenk. To have Strangeflower boys competing after only a semester of training. Think of the rep it would bring you, Mrs. Fenk. Being the best with the girls might be enough for some coaches, but I'm sure you'd love to be the best with both, right?" he winked. "We don't need any kind of edge, either. Our talent is all natural."

He could see that there was a furious war going on inside the woman, as she processed everything he was saying. He could see she was leaning towards being angry, so he tried to play a sweetener.

"I'll be happy to be at your service, Mrs Fenk." he said, his cheeks colouring, amazed at his daring to make such an implication. "You'd have complete control. I wouldn't have Prefect status, either, so no worries on that front."

She looked at him funny as he said that, and he wondered briefly if he had gone too far. It was all bullshit and wild speculation on his part. He had no idea what sort of power dynamics might be going on behind the scenes, but he'd be damned if he was going to let Anya lord these defeats over him all semester.

"I'll give what you've said some thought." she said finally. "But you better make a good showing in the soccer match, you hear me?"

As he returned to where the boys were huddled, he could see Anya watching from the side-lines, dressed in a casual babydoll t-shirt and short skirt, looking surprisingly feminine for once. Maybe it was just the light, but she seemed...softer, somehow.

"Hey Red. Come to watch us destroy your girls? We're totally gonna have a wicked party in the shower rooms after. Care to join us?" he taunted cockily.

She looked at him oddly at that. Finally she smiled and said. "Win a single game and maybe I will, Malchik." She blew him a kiss as well.

He caught it in the air, and put it to his heart, grinning. She reddened further at that.

He squared up on the restraining line, donning his helmet. Field Lacrosse was a hell of a sport, and he was sure these girls would be playing dirty as all hell. Worse, after this, the boys would have little time to freshen up, while the girls had full separate and fresh teams for Lacrosse, Soccer, Hockey, Softball and Volleyball, though the last two wouldn't start until Spring.

In a more fair environment, the tryouts would simply see the boys mixing with the girls, or having their skills judged outside of a game format. But one thing he had learned was that they didn't do "fair" for boys at Strangeflower.

So this "tryout" was fully intended to be an extended lesson in humiliation. He looked over to the stands, and saw a number of girls starting to show up, to watch the boys get their medicine.

He sighed, shrugging his shoulders, which were already starting to feel cramped. He was going to be black and blue by tonight.

"Its a thug life all right." he muttered to himself.

"Game on!"

The boys roared, and went into action, the clack of lacrosse stick and the thump of boots signalling the beginning of play.

The girls came at them, swooping and screeching like harpies....

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It was nearly four hours later that Rex finally sat down on the bench in the boy's locker room. Probably the most pristine room in the whole school, he thought. Built scarcely a few months ago. He sat with care, wearing nothing but a school-towel. Every inch of his body hurt. Bruises and swellings covered his upper body, and more than a few around his shins.

Lacrosse had been a massacre. Hockey too. The girls had used their sticks as clubs, smashing shins, hitting ankles, even whacking their behinds whenever Mrs Fenk was looking away, which was often. The games had been everything he feared, and most of the boys had been ready to quit, despite all the pep talk.

He'd had to make fairly elaborate promises about the glorious utopia of impressed pussy that lay on the other side of that hill if they just won a god-damn soccer game to get any of them to show up.

By now almost the whole school seemed to have turned out. He saw Anya there, and noted she seemed to be grinning at him. Waiting to see his final humiliation, or maybe something more?

The Soccer Game had...not been their finest hour. He had hoped, vainly, they might be able to clinch it. But perhaps he had expected too much of a group of boys who had mostly only met a week ago, and might not have been great at soccer even before coming here either.

But he had satisfied his honour. He had personally scored a goal, and demonstrated he felt the superior agility and co-ordination of boys when it came to this sport, at least. Or maybe the girls on the other side were simply the only girls not juicing.

Either way, even though they had lost, he felt they had won the moral victory. They had shown they were something with potential, and to hell with this stupid reverse-sexist pride crap.

He sat alone, however, long after the others had left. It was almost too painful to move. He wondered idly how Rowan's date at the Library was getting on. Kid was a huge dork, but Rex had to admit he had a good head on him, and had helped him appreciate his own capacity for intelligence. Just because he was a jock didn't mean he had to be entirely brainless, after all.

He finally moved to get up, when he saw a figure silhouetted in the door. He turned, and there standing with her arms crossed, was Anya Saltykov.

"Come to console us after our defeat, Red? Real sweet of you, but as you can see, I'm the only one here." he said jokingly.

"I know." she said, looking him up and down appraisingly.

He stood tall, unashamed of his body, though only a towel stood between her gaze and his modesty.

"You like what you see? Or looking to add more bruises? School got a Wrestling Club?" he quipped.

"It did. But I was the only one who wanted to keep it going." she smiled. "Not many girls would wrestle with me after last year."

"Maybe you need a man to show you how its done." he said cockily.

"Maybe I do." she said boldly. "You're quite good at taking a beating, Malchik. I wonder how you'd handle something...a little rougher."

"Oh? Didn't take you for the type, Red. Seemed the Sandwich and no Ham type, if you catch my drift."

"You were not wrong." she admitted. "But maybe I'd like to try the Ham."

He felt his heart pounding. "I'm gonna go take a shower. You're welcome to join, Red."

She didn't respond to that, simply watching him as he moved.

He walked into the shower stalls, feeling his blood racing. He'd already showered earlier, and had simply been cooling off, but she didn't need to know that. He turned the knob once more, feeling the hot water spray out in a relentless, precise haze. Pretty soon the room was steaming up.

He put the towel aside, and began to soap himself once more. Once things were truly steamy, he heard footsteps approach. He didn't dare look back, and simply kept washing himself.

He felt her hands on his shoulder. Electric ran through him like a current. Her touch was...soft. She was far more feminine than he'd first thought, it seemed.

"Don't talk, Malchik." she whispered in his ear, the roar of shower-water obscuring much else. "Just...enjoy."

He felt her hands caress his aching body, and slip downwards, along his thigh. She grabbed his butt, causing him to yelp.

"You are firm indeed. Not as firm as me." she chuckled. "Maybe I let you feel. Eyes forward, Malchik." she warned.

He kept his eyes focused on the wall ahead of him. Somehow he had known, an unspoken set of rules. As much as he wanted to do otherwise, he continued as if he was having a normal shower, though his swiftly rising erection spoke otherwise.

"Mmm....not bad. Maybe you do have one thing we lack here at Strangeflower." she said with a sultry purr.

Her hands caressed his abs delicately, before trailing down, inexorably, to gripping his cock.

Her touch was almost enough to finish him right there. But he gritted his teeth, and kept lazily sponging his chest, even as she began to work his shaft.

"Not bad...mmm, your first time too? Is OK. I have never given handy before." she whispered to him.

He felt her body press against his back. It felt hard, unyielding, but two soft points that massaged him as she moved up and down slowly, grinding against him.

He shivered, twitching in her hands. Precum already poured from him as she worked him, faster and harder.

"How would you like to win a game for once, Malchik? Maybe we play together sometime. Maybe you get to beat me. Maybe..." she bit her lip, suppressing a tiny little sigh. He could hear soft little shlicking noises, evidence that she was playing with herself as well as him.

"Mmm...maybe you...might take me..." she shuddered.

He dared to speak, though quietly. "Maybe I show you just what a man can do, Red. You want to be a real woman?" he said cockily.

"No. I want...ah..." her words were lost, and he felt himself rising towards completion. He put out one hand to steady himself against the shower wall, steam rising.

"Nngh...a little more..." he begged, and he felt her tempo increasing.

Finally, with a little, girlish sigh from behind, he felt her own orgasm, quivering through her hand and vibrating his rock-hard cock. It was just enough. He began to spurt, and he grunted in satisfaction, quick sticky jets vanishing into the water and steam, though more than a few coating her hands.

She stepped back, and he could hear her wiping herself down, washing off in the showers.

"Maybe I should lose at Soccer more often." he quipped, and he heard her laugh for the first time. A quiet, girly little laugh. Not at all what he had come to expect from this woman.

"Mmm. Alright, Malchik, you can get a little look. But don't try anything else." she warned him.

He turned around slowly, hesitatingly, and drank in the sight of her as it hit him.

"Wow..."he said. It seemed lame, but...well, she was definitely in the same league as Ronda Rousey.

"You...like?" she said hesitatingly, her face red.

"You're more woman than woman, thats for sure." he chuckled.

"Ah...is OK. I don't mind not being lady. I think..." she blushed again. "Would it be weird for you...if...gah...nevermind. But you like?"

It seemed she was getting quite nervous, which seemed odd given her previous confidence. Her accent seemed to be thickening, her voice trembling a little. She was...quite cute, he realised.

"You have such firm tits." he said boldly. "And your ass..."

"Mmm. But...my...ah...does not bother you?"

He looked down, and shrugged. "I know the girls are juicing. I don't care if you got...uhm...puffy." he said uncertainly.

She narrowed her gaze at that. "Mmm. Keep such things to yourself, Malchik." She stiffened a bit, and he wondered if he had hurt her pride somehow.

"Uhm...sorry..I just...its nice..."

"Maybe we will not do this again." she said uncertainly. "Or maybe...no. Say nothing to anyone. You are Malchik. I am Anya. I am your Prefect. Got it?" she said, some of her old fire returning.

He nodded uncertainly. She seemed to be angry about something, but he couldn't fathom what.

"Gah...stupid...stupid...I am leaving now. Do not follow. Wait ten minutes." she said, barking instructions, before turning, giving him a brief glimpse of her tight, firm ass and well muscled back as she left.

"Crazy Russian." he muttered to himself, once he was sure she was gone. Still...Jackpot. Right?