Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part One

It was the start of another school year at the exclusive island-based Strangeflower Academy. The private docks were crowded with students, mostly young females of the rich and powerful. This year, however, the once exclusive all-girls Academy would be taking in its first year of boys.

Rowan was one of these new freshers, the first intake of male students into these hallowed halls in over a hundred years. He could scarcely believe his eyes, or his luck. Everywhere he looked where fine, beautiful, healthy young women, all on the cusp of womanhood. He had begged and pleaded with his parents to enroll him. He had worked hard all previous year to obtain the necessary grades, and even then there was a lottery. He still couldn't believe he was one of the first thirty to set foot on this privileged isle.

Looking up at the main Academy, a looming, gothic building that dominated the cliffs, he couldn't help but feel his heart race. Finally, all his dreams were coming true. It was true, Strangeflower had a demanding reputation, with many of its students flunking out. But whether he or any of the other boys could meet the grade was besides the point. Simply to be here, if only for a few months, would be a once in a lifetime opportunity.

"If you keep staring your eyes will fall out." A cocky, confident voice said. Rowan turned, and saw his best friend Rex had also made the grade. Though, with his chiselled good looks, washboard abs, dreamy smile and quarterback rep, Rowan privately wondered if the previously all-female faculty had made their decision for other reasons than good grades.

Rowan blushed a little, and looking around he couldn't help but feel his heart sink. Compared to his friend, he was scrawny, the archetypal pasty nerd. He'd put everything into his studies, and hadn't planned ahead for how he was going to impress these girls when he got here.

A group of stunning girls in matching tan school sweater-vests and suprisingly short purple midi-skirts giggled as they passed by Rex. He grinned back at them confidently. "You were right dude, this is gonna be paradise."

Rowan adjusted his school-tie irritably. "Well, hopefully. Man, look at these girls. They're not even wearing proper uniform. And after that lecture they gave us about proper decorum..."

Rex chuckled. "Those girls were the School Prefects man. Everyone of them is a stone-cold fox...and the daughter of only the richest school patrons. They can wear pretty much whatever they want."

"Really? All these girls look amazing...and so out of reach."

"Cheer up man. You're not the nerdiest guy on this dock. Look over at that Japanese loser there." Rex pointed, and Rowan saw that disembarking last of all from the ferry was a short Asian man in a crisp white boiler-suit, with a neat black pudding-bowl haircut and bottle-cap glasses. Only his lack of uniform and hard, stoic pose gave away that this man was not a student, but one of the new male teachers also hired, ostensibly to teach the boys, but also to diversify the curriculum.

"He looks like one of those guys you play as in your Hentai games, Rowan."
"Keep it down!" the boy looked around nervously, but nobody seemed to be listening. the girls, even the freshers, seemed to be clumping together into cliques, and were starting to head up towards the main school grounds.

"I wonder what his deal is?" Rowan said, watching as the asian man calmly moved through the throngs of students, seemingly undisturbed by them. He carried a thick suitcase, though all the students belongings were being unloaded by Academy staff and taken to their rooms. Strangeflower could well afford such niceties.

"Well well well, you must be the new boys." A tall, arrogant young woman approached the small crowd of freshers. Her hair was a tight white-blonde pony-tail, and her eyes a piercing blue.

Rowan and Rex both openly gaped. This woman couldn't be a student, but her uniform- what she wore of it, at anyrate- indicated she was a senior. She wore only a loose white school-shirt, her tie tied around her curvy waist like a belt, holding up a mini-skirt that was well north of the knee. Her legs were stocking free, showing off pale, hairless limbs. Her bust too was barely restrained by her shirt, and almost visible purple/tan bra. It seemed even the girl's underwear had to be in school colours around here.

"Absolute Territory." Rowan breathed to himself.
"Legs for daaays..." Rex murmured beside him.

"My name is Patricia Masterson. I am the Head Girl at this school. I am supposed to pick two of you sorry lot to be Prefects, even though you are freshers, to run things for the boys." She sniffed haughtily. "But frankly, I don't trust any of you to take care of yourselves. So, for the time being, it has been reluctantly agreed you will have two female students to supervise. Don't give them any trouble, or I will destroy you."

The boys simply nodded, dumbfounded by this killer queen of a woman. She stepped aside, revealing two girls who seemed quite out of place next to such a pristine beauty.

"This is Rebecca..." she indicated with a casual wave of her hand, indicating a shy girl with thick brown curls, a full proper school uniform, and heavy freckles.  "She is only a second year, but she is senior to you, and a top student."

"H-h-hello." She said nervously, adjusting her glasses. "I'm looking forward to a wonderful school year with you all-"

Patricia cut across her rudely.

"And this is Anya Saltykov. Don't ask what her father does."

An athletic tomboy with a rust-red pixie cut and a bust even more enormous than Patricia's sauntered casually into view. She cracked her knuckles casually. Her thighs looked like they could crush a man's head.

"She is the Captain of our Athletics Club. Any of you looking to pursue Gymnastics will have to speak to her. Not that any of you will make the grade." Patricia snorted. "Well, I have better places to be. Guide this unruly lot up to their dorms."

"My pleasure." Anya said in a deep voice.

"This is going to be an interesting year..." Rex whispered, as they began their ascent.

"No talking." Anya shot back. Rebecca led the way, while Anya kept a close watch on the rear, rounding up any stragglers.

"Welcome to Strangeflower Academy! Please don't mind our Head Girl, she's ah, always like that. To everyone." Rebecca said cheerfully, a little more confident now that the Head Girl was gone.

"As we enter the school grounds, you will see..." she began a well-researched introductory speech, but Rowan was only half-paying attention. He felt a palpable...tension in the air, as they crossed the school threshold. The boys were already beginning to sweat in their tight, immaculate uniforms, ties fixed and buttons tight.

Looking up into the high, gothic windows, he was suprised to see the asian man from before, looking down on them. He had the most sinister smile on his face...

"Okay, they're a bit icy, but give it a few weeks man, and we'll be in pussy paradise." Rex whispered again, though only once he was sure Anya was no longer looking.

"I dunno...I have a weird feeling about all of this..."

The tour continued, and Rowan felt a strange shiver down his spine as the school'd ornate wrought-iron gates slammed shut behind them.

Moody much? he thought. He only hoped the teachers weren't as scary as some of the students...

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"Dr. Yamaki?" a mature, velvet voice called.

The man turned, and saw the matronly figure of the Headmistress emerge into the corridor behind him. Her hair was done up in a neat bun, streaks of silver through her dark-brown hair. A beauty mark nestled next to thick lips, plump with jet-black lipstick. Her eyes were a hard grey, concealed behind thin spectacles. Her outfit was business like, but her demeanour smouldered with restrained sexuality.

Dr.Yamaki coughed. "As you requested, Miss Thorn. I am here, and I brought my...research."

The woman smiled thinly. "Excellent. We will have to talk more once supper is concluded. Do you have everything you need?"

"I have not had a chance to check the school facilities yet..."he coughed again. "But I am confident they will suffice." he glanced about nervously.

"Peace. Noone will disturb us." She purred, her steps cat-like and sure of herself, as she paced closer.
"Are you sure you want...all..." he said. "What about the boys already here..."
Her face turned a dark mask of hate and anger. "Don't mention those wretched brats! Damn the School Board...this island was perfect...a paradise for me and my...kind..." her voice seemed to drop a few octaves lower, before returning to its normal mature, womanly purr. "And now they threaten to spoil everything! And worst of all, they demand my...my retirement?" she spluttered with fury.

"Well, we will see who retires whom. Let's see what those prim mothers and stern fathers will make of their little girls come the Winter Ball..."

Dr. Yamaki fidgeted nervously. "About my payment?"

"Hmm?" Thorn turned her attention back to the small man before her. "Oh. Of course.  You will be paid in full...after you complete your work, Doctor."

"That's...not quite what we agreed, Miss-"

"Please. Call me Rosalia." She placed a demure hand on his shoulder,hoisting up her skirt, showing off her curved hips and thick womanly legs. "Someone very much like you helped me get what I wanted a long time ago...I admit, I never thought I'd need someone to do the reverse..." she chuckled. "Soon, I will be the only woman on the island. And then this will be...quite a paradise indeed."

Dr.Yamaki edged away nervously. "Yes, as you say. I should be going-"

"No, stay." she purred. "I haven't...played with anyone like you in a while. I am out of practice. We have time untill supper." She began to unbutton her blouse, exposing a thick corset and ripe, round breasts. "All natural. Science can work wonders, can't it Dr. Yamaki?" she chuckled. "Please, enjoy yourself. I fear you will find them in short supply soon enough..."

She pressed his head firmly between her heaving bosoms. He did not resist for long...


TO BE CONTINUED...