Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Eighteen

Dr Yamaki took a few steps towards the filtration tanks, before another heavy clanging sound tore his attention away from his suspicions. The service elevator was descending. He looked around in panic. Who could it be? He raced to lift the still-unconscious Romana, but he had nowhere he could really hide the limp trap-girl. The mess on the floor was a dead give-away too.

He resorted to the expedience of simply dragging her behind some equipment, and, adjusting his composure, racing to the service elevator entrance. Perhaps if he engaged this newcomer directly he could divert them from looking around his dim lab too much, and noticing any key details.

He patted his lab coat pocket. He had another syringe, this one filled with a strong anaesthetic to knock people out. It always paid to keep an insurance policy handy.

The service elevator finished its grinding, noisy descent, opening to reveal...a quite overcrowded scene. The Headmistress and several of her hired security goons dragged a bunch of juiced-up, complaining gymnast girls, around ten girls in all, including one that he recognised vaguely as Patricia Masterson, though she seemed to have undergone a near-complete exgyne transformation.

The others seemed to be either suffering from severe anabolic steroid abuse, or had gotten marginal doses of exgyne, or both. It was quite a surprise to see so many examples of his handiwork dragged before him. He began to sweat, uncertain. Why exactly had Miss Thorn brought these....students down here, and with her own personal muscle?

He removed his hand from his pocket. The Anaesthetic wasn't going to do much in this situation.

"Miss Thorn...what an unexpected surprise. What brings you...and all these fine people...down here, in the middle of the night?" he asked quickly, his pulse pounding. His best bet was to act, rather than react. Keep control of the situation.

"Dr Yamaki. It seems one of your...experiments got quite out of hand." She said snippily. She clicked her fingers, and one of the goons roughly shoved Patricia/Patrick on to the hard ground in front of him.

"I was acting on your orders, Miss Thorn." he replied smoothly, eyeing the goons warily. How obedient were they? How much did they understand, or care? Such people could be very problematic.

"I don't think I gave you quite -these- orders, Doctor."

"It was necessary to develop the...faster approach you specifically asked for. And, it is hardly my fault that so many of the gym club have become so...saturated to the effects of their "performance enhancers". I believe Mrs Fenk has more to answer for that?"

Thorn rankled, apparently not used to being challenged like this. "Mrs Fenk has evaded capture for the time being. Frankly, this whole situation is a mess. I specifically did not want your experiments...leaking out like this, before we were fully ready. What have you been doing all this time anyway?"

"I would rather not discuss details of my work around the hired help." he replied dryly. "And in any case, why have you brought these girls down here? If you find my...methods reckless, what do you call this?"

The Headmistress glowered, jabbing her fingers in Yamaki's chest. "You caused this mess. Well now you're going to clean it up. We have maybe a week at most before these girl's absence is noted. I'm putting out an official story of going on tour or something. Untill then, keep them down here, away from everyone. My goons will be here to help you. Refine your research, whatever, but make sure you make enough. In a week's time we'll be having our Halloween Ball anyway..."

"Thats far too soon. I simply cannot dose every girl in the school in one Ball in one week..."

"Find a way." she snapped. "I want at least a hundred girls pussy's popping on the stroke of midnight. Do you understand me?"

Yamaki noted the way the goons cracked their knuckles. Interesting. He wondered how Rosalia had secured their loyalty, even in such a situation as this. Knowing her, she probably used her vagina. An interesting flaw for one so obsessed with making her students grow dicks.

"This isn't a prison. How am I supposed to keep control of...ten girls? I'm a scientist not a jailer."

Thorn waved her hands irritably. "Gah! Figure something out. You have enough chemicals down here to start a pharmacy. Surely you have something to keep them...pliable?"

He shook his head. "Everything I have is going towards production of your precious drug, Miss Thorn. Still, if you lend me all your remaining resources, I am confident that it may be possible to churn out a hundred vials of Exgyne by the end of the week. With your goons supervising, I could have the gym girls make the rest of it. Simple stuff really. Any infractions would be punished with injection, naturally. I imagine these girls are keen to keep what little feminity remains to them."

He looked at this sorry lot, sighing. This was not the kind of opportunity he had sought. Still, fresh test subjects and free manual labour...he had planned to recruit that boy Rowan and his girl Rebecca as lab assistants, but this would definitely help. But unfortunately he would need Thorn's goons to keep control. He couldn't keep them permanently handcuffed, he had one syringe of anaesthetic..problems just keeped mounting.

Well, one hundred vials or not, he knew what he was doing come Halloween, full payment or no. He would have to make good his escape, one way or another.

"Oh, by the way, I'm afraid Nurse Bogatov may be too...busy to work the infirmary this week."

"What did you do?" Thorn said sharply, glowering at him.

"I removed a complication." he replied flatly. "I can handle her. Arrange a replacement if you need to. Either way, things are coming to a head, as you are well aware Miss Thorn."

Rosalia frowned, restraining her fierce temper. "Fine. Just get it done. I promise you, come Halloween, either I get my trick, or you will...get quite a different sort of treat."

Yamaki rolled his eyes, as the Headmistress left, leaving him with the girls, two goons, and a mess to clean up.

"Alright. Do you obey my commands?"

"Within reason. Don't try anything funny against the Boss." one of the mooks replied.

"Great. You can help find somewhere we can keep these girls whilst we figure something out..."

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Rex and Rowan quickly and quietly slipped away, back the way they came, their hearts pounding. Things had gone from weird to worse. First they'd seen...what happened to Nurse Romana...and now, the gym club and Patricia were prisoners? This was getting beyond surreal.

"We need to go to the cops. This is crazy!" Rowan said fiercely, his heart pounding, his head reeling from everything they'd heard.

"I'm not so sure thats a good idea." Rex said grimly. "What are we going to say? And the cops would have to come from the mainland, remember? Who knows what they might do to all the girls before then."

"Shit, you can't be serious. We're students! This is way beyond us! Who are we supposed to go to? The Faculty?"

"Maybe. I took a few snaps while you were staring. Got some evidence to bring them down. But Thorn having goons like that...I don't know. I think this woman's more than a little crazy. Maybe she's got connections we dont even know about." he frowned.

"Connections. Shit! Fuck. Of course. We didn't see Anya there right? Oh god, I have to find her!" Rex ran through the night, uncaring if he was caught breaking curfew right now. He had to find Anya.

"Anya! Anya!" he whispered frantically, approaching her dorm. Shit, where could she be?

"Rex! You're going to get us all caught!" Rowan hissed, catching up behind him.

"Damnit...she said she had something to do...what the fuck happened tonight?" Rex swore, anxious. He'd thought he'd had everything under control. He hadn't thought...she was a tough girl, right?

"Rex..." a soft, warbling voice came from the darkness.

Staggering into the halo of the campus streetlight, Anya emerged. She looked very different from how she had been only a few hours earlier.

Rex didn't hesitate. He ran forward, embracing her tightly. "Damn your idiot pride. Damn mine too. What happened? What did you do?"

"Stupid...Malchik..." she mumbled, clearly on the brink of total exhaustion. "Ah...I'm...sorry..." she held him closely, leaving Rowan to stare in disbelief.

"Um...Rex..." He didn't quite know how to point this out, but...

"I think...you should...um...look down..."

Rex didn't need to look down. He could feel it, pressing against him. He held Anya with unbreakable tightness, the feelings in him welling up.

"Crazy Gym Dyke. Had to...had to try and win at that too huh?" he joked weakly, his voice cracking.

"What? I...I don't understand..."

"Come on. Let's get you to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day." he said through gritted teeth, his blood pounding.

"Rex..."

"Help me get her back to our room, Rowan. She can't...she can't be seen like this."

"I'm sorry...I didn't think...but what we saw..."

"Shut up and help me carry her." Rex reiterated. It was all too much right now. Far too much to process. All he could parse was that Anya was hurt, and tired, and god damnit if he wasn't going to be a gentleman and help her, regardless of whatever she was or wasn't right now.

As they helped carry her back to the Dorm, Rowan found himself watching his friend anxiously. He had never seen Rex this angry before. And yet at the same time...

He shivered. Could Rex accept this new reality? And more frighteningly...would this happen to Becky too? What would he do in that situation?

He found himself thinking deep thoughts, all the way back. And the Headmistress's plan...

They had to find a way to intervene. Or, he felt certain, this school would become a single-sex institution again in a most unexpected way.