Strangeflower Academy: A FtM Story, Part Two

As the first evening fell, the boys completed their orientation, ate their first communal supper, and were escorted to their own, private dorms.

Any illusions still held of being in the lap of laddish luxury were swiftly abandoned. Although the staff by and large were welcoming, and more than a few girls cast curious eyes their way, for the most part the boys found themselves being quarantined, with little prospect of fraternisation.

Never one to accept boundaries, Rex was the first to attempt to break curfew, and go exploring on that first night. But their prefects- or more specifically, Anya- were alert to such mischief.

Moonlight lit the way, and he made good progress, slipping from shadow to shadow. His destination lay ahead, a b a conveniently placed ivy-wrought lattice to the nearest girls dorm. Though, he supposed, all dorms except the one he had just left were technically girls dormitories.

He had just placed his hands on the ivy that would be his means of ascent.  when he felt strong, smooth hands on his shoulders.

"Bad Malchik." A voice said, before in a blur of motion he was thrown to the ground.

Dazed, he looked up into frowning, steely eyes, and down at a snug top with an impressive bust.

"You get one strike, Malchik. I catch again..." Anya grinned, and placed a hard-worn boot on his chest. "Maybe we wrestle. Maybe I beat you. Maybe you just get expelled. Either way, I win." she chuckled. "Run back to bed, before I play rough."

"I like your style, Red." he snarked. She simply pressed down harder, untill he coughed, needing to breathe.

"My style is winning. You do not get to win tonight, Malchik."

He spent a long moment weighing his options, but was forced to conceded that being beaten by a girl was preferable to getting in hot water on his first night. Reluctantly, he returned to the dorms, her steely eyes following him.

As soon as he entered, he was pounced on by the other boys, who were eagerly waiting.

"Well? How did it go?" Rowan whispered eagerly, the first among many. Rex had boasted of bringing back a haul of panties, like this was some sort of frat comedy.

"Our Prefect's a helluva bitch." he grinned. "I gotta get on the Gym Club. That's where the action will be, I guarantee it."

"You're nuts. There's no way she's going to let any of us freshers in."

Rex simply grinned cockily. "I'll find a way. Hey, Rowan, you're good at this cunning plan shit. I managed to smuggle in some old fashioned dirty mags. They're yours if you crack this one for me."

"Rex, I'm not doing your homework for contraband, even if it is porn." Like the other boys, the lack of ready wi-fi while surrounded by temptation was already starting to take its toll.

"Hey, you like that Rebecca chick right? I saw you talking with her after the Evening meal. Chicks like that are real easy if you know their weak-spots. I'll find hers. That a better deal?"

"Who I like and don't like is none of your business-" Rowan tried again, but he could see the other boys were crowding around now.

"Did somebody say something about porn mags? Rowan, you scrawny cock, if you don't give the man what he wants so we can all share in that bounty..." the threat was left unspoken. It wasn't clear yet what could and couldn't be safely done after lights out. This boarding school was...different from others, even to those who'd been to them before.

But it was inevitable they'd figure something out to make his life miserable, and so reluctantly he caved.

"Fine. I'll work on it. Anybody else have any favours they need taken care of?" he asked sarcastically.

By the time he finally turned in, groaning, he had picked up a dozen new extra-curricular activities to investigate.

There was nothing for it. He was going to have to go to the School Library and swat up, again.

"Once a nerd, always a nerd..." he murmured to himself, before sleep finally came.

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The first week proceeded with agonising slowness, as the boys found themselves divided into two classes of fifteen each, and assigned to their first teachers. Their time-tables were strict, with minimal time given for loitering in the halls or lounging at break time.

Lunch and Dinner were the only times they got to properly see the girls who made up the majority of the class, and their Break Periods in the Evening saw them requiring an escort everywhere outside of their dorm block.

"God, this is worse than that manga of yours about the BDSM school." Rex complained one day at lunch. "At least there the guys got attention. Every time I start on one of these honeys, Anya's on my case. Or worse, that fridge bitch Masterson."

"You might want to moderate your language." Rowan said cautiously. "School etiquette and all that-"

"Fuck ety-kett! I caught one of the prep girls smoking in the boy's bathroom. I guess she'd forgotten someone might be using it this year. Its one rule for them..."

"And another for us." Rowan agreed grimly. He picked idly at his food. Even the food they got at the Cafeteria seemed...more meager than that of the girls, though the Cafeteria lady seemed willing to be generous with second and third portions if you flirted a bit with her. Few boys were hungry enough to dare that yet, though.

"Any luck with that Gym Club plan?" Rex said, in between mouthfuls of limp spaghetti.

"A little. The Library's actually pretty useful. Did you know Rebecca's there as Assistant Librarian? We've talked." he said proudly.

"Yeah, and knowing you, talk is "can you stamp my library card?" Rex observed. "Man, if I don't get some action soon, I'm gonna bust."

"Alright, alright. The try-outs are this friday.  Anya might be Captain, but there's still the PE Teacher. Appeal to her directly. I've noticed more than half the staff seem to be eyeing us up."

"The PE Teacher huh? Whats she like? Haven't had Gym class yet."

"Its called Phys Ed. And well..." he hesitated. "Let's just say you'd be better off going back for seconds with the lunch lady."

"Fine. Friday it is. I'll try out for every damn sport." he grinned. "There's no way these girls can keep me out of all of them. You've seen these guns in action." he cocked a muscle on his well built arm.

"Well, there's always Lacrosse. Thats Sports, so their try-outs are on Saturday."

"Nah, Lacrosse is a girl's sport."

"This is a girl's school..."

"Wrong. Its our school. And I'm not giving in yet."

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Friday couldn't come soon enough. The classes proved gruelling from the off, with the notable exception of Dr Yamaki's chemistry class. Despite his clinical and neutral demeanour he actually treated the boys fairly well, and had them using the bunsen burners and mixing some basic compounds.

"Here in this class, you will learn to bottle fame and brew death." Yamaki quoted, though to blank stares. "Or, failing that, you will at least learn to read your textbooks, and follow instructions. This is a practical class, and I have practical work for all of you. From now until the Winter Ball, you will all be making simple bonding agents. With luck, we will move on to biochemistry. This school doesn't have a proper Biology class, and the Physics class is simply not the place for this. I promise you, this school will  learn to become a more masculine environment. No more squeamishness about Biology, anywhere." he said all this in such uncharacteristically passionate tones that the boys found themselves quite taken aback.

But his class was an oasis in an otherwise strict environment, though one laced with a weird tension. Many of the teachers seemed to be picking favourites amongst the male intake, and Rowan got the uneasy feeling they were being gossiped about at the teacher's table.

For Rex however, the try-outs finally came. He felt itchy in his new sports-wear, but was privately glad that for now at least the tightness of his shorts would be an advantage with the PE Teacher. Or so he hoped.

He waved cockily at Anya and her team-mates, who simply glared at him. A handful of boys and a scattering of fresher girls had all shown up to the try-outs.

"Good Afternoon, everyone. I am Mrs Fenk, your PE teacher. You can hardly have failed to notice that we have some boys amongst us. You may all stop your giggling."

Rex found himself swallowing. For all that Anya was well-built, Fenk was some kind of she-hulk. A monster of olympian proportions, the only thing that indicated she might be a woman was a lack of adam's apple and a hint of a bust beneath her thick jersey.

He began to get a faint suspicion as to why Anya had been so confident that no boys would be allowed in the Gym Club.

"Everyone is allowed a chance to prove themselves. If you fail, do not be disheartened. You will be given ample opportunity to improve in your regular classes. And there will be Tryouts again next year." She smiled cruelly.

"First. Track."

Even as Rex put himself into position at the starting line, he could tell with a sinking feeling what the outcome of this race would be. Anya simply gave him a knowing smirk. "Don't strain yourself too hard, Malchik. Or I might have to give you Icepack, da?"

"On your marks. Set. GO!"

No sooner had the starting gun fired, than the girls were off. Rex had planned to set a steady pace, conserve energy, but at the speed with which the Gym Club girls went from zero to Cheetah he found himself straining to keep up. In no time at all, the other boys were left behind, with only a few fresher girls keeping pace.

Anya barely seemed to sweat as she hit the other end of the track in record time.

"Two minutes no seconds. A new record. You have been improving, Anya." Mrs Fenk said.

A shattered mess, Rex stumbled in, proud at least that he had beaten all the rest of the non-Gym Club.

"Not bad...Rex, is it? Sadly, you don't quite make the grade for Track. But perhaps next year I will let you form a Boy's League, when there's a few more of you around." Mrs. Fenk said mildly.

"There's still...the other...events..."

"Are you sure, dear? You look quite exhausted."

Being fussed over by a woman like Mrs Fenk simply added insult to injury. But he was determined to give it his all.

Field. Long Jump. Javelin. Ropes. Weights. He was sweating buckets, while the graceful, limber girls of the gym club easily pulled into top places ahead of him. Each defeat only convinced him that something had to be going on.

When the Tryouts were over, Anya came by to where Rex was panting. "A pity I cannot supervise your shower, Malchik. But here, have a drink on me. Wash down that pride." She taunted, throwing him an ice-cold energy drink.

He looked up at her, and simply grinned back. "Love you too, Red." He knew better than to let her see him get angry or defeated.

Slumping in exhaustion into his dorm room an hour later, he stared at the ceiling, idly wondering how he could crack their secret.

"Any luck?" Rowan asked, looking up from his biochemistry homework. He had so impressed Yamaki he had been given advanced homework, a task that completion of which would grant him expanded access to the library. He had his own game-plan to follow, after all.

"No. You?"

"Rebecca's invited me to have lunch with her in the Library." Rowan beamed. "We're going to go over the Physics work together. Smart girl. Bit mousy though." he shrugged.

"Hah. If only I could get into a Prefect's pants. That Anya bitch sure could do with some taming..."

"I'd keep your voice down. If she hears you..."

He grimaced. "There's gotta be some kind of secret. Steroids, Beta-blockers, something like that."

"Maybe you're just losing your touch?"

"No, fuck that. I know I'm jacked. Those girls...something's not right. Wait...Biochemistry...isn't testosterone something like that?"

"Actually it is! We'll be studying the endocrine system in a few weeks, I looked ahead-"

Rex snatched the book from Rowan's hands. "Bingo. Be back in a little while."

"But, I need that-"

"Under my bed, underneath my laundry pile. Help yourself, bro."

With that, he dashed out into the hallway. He didn't know much science, but he knew doping when he saw it...

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"Thank you, Mrs Fenk, you have been most helpful." Dr. Yamaki bowed graciously. "You are sure noone suspects you have this...supply?"

"Nope. Not even Ol' Rosebush." The gym teacher woman cackled. "She thinks she's the only one who takes hormones around here? Ha! We'd not be Regional Champions three years in a row without my friends on the mainland."

"Excellent. I will need quite a lot more than this, however. For my...science work, you understand." Yamaki said glibly, confident that this woman was far too stupid to guess his plan.

"I'll see what I can do. Now, about my payment..." Fenk grinned.

"I can wire you the funds-" Yamaki began, vainly, though he suspected with a sinking feeling he already knew where this was going. Besides the Headmistress, he had already spent more than a few nights eating out the School Nurse, to gain control of her supplies as well.

Fenk leaned back, and began to loosen her tracksuit bottoms. The hairy, engorged monster that confronted him was a far cry from the Nurse's cute clam and pearl.

He gulped. "The things I do for...science.."

The muscled woman began to moan softly, as the skilled doctor began to ply his trade between her thick thighs...

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Patricia knocked softly three times on the Prefect's Room door, to be let in silently by the other girls.

"How is Anya doing? Has she succeeded in installing the covert surveillance cameras?" She asked eagerly, as the door closed behind her.

Sat round a table, the lights dimmed low, the Prefects were watching a live-video feed on a borrowed laptop from the IT Lab.

Jimena Perez, the hispanic exchange student,  flipped the laptop around for Patricia to see.

"Feeds running hot and spicy, chica. No shower-cam yet, but your girl Anya works wonders." She chuckled. "Might have to snag me a few of these hunks for myself."

"Jimena. Please. This is purely intended as an extra security measure, to safeguard the young women of this campus against potential threat from these..males." Patricia said primly and without a trace of irony.

The exchange student sighed. "Aw man....well, if we can't touch, we can at least watch right?" she cackled. "Hey, look, one of them's in the corridor...wait...he's breaking curfew..."

Patricia frowned. She recognised the offender. Rex. The new boy who thought he could play Quarterback Jock here, or something. Well, this wasn't some low-class American High school. This was Strangeflower.

And Patricia was Queen.

"Should I call Anya? She can be there to wrestle this sucker to the ground in five minutes..."

"No. I'll go myself." Patricia said. "Is the security cam app ready to install? transfer it to my iPhone. I will follow him and deal with this personally."

The Hispanic girl shrugged. "Sure. Just don't damage the good parts too much, que? Some of us kinda like the idea of boys around."

"Not. me." she said firmly.

She left the Prefects, who quickly turned their attention back to boy-watching on Jimena's laptop...