Paul actually had no expectations of breakfast in his new home, the thought of his new appearance and whether he would look feminine enough clearly predominated in his head at that moment.
He entered the breakfast room, the appearance of this large room reminiscent of a cozy Victorian fireplace room, but with the difference that everything was done in a dull light pink hue. The only thing reminiscent of a school canteen, apart from the sofa seating, were the school uniforms of the students, which consisted of a very tight, hip-hugging jacket with the school crest and a 20 cm long skirt that contained a familiar Scottish pattern, but which also tended towards a pink color scheme. Paul was shocked at that moment that he wasn't even wearing a school uniform but was standing in the breakfast room dressed solely in his ballet clothes. Just as he turned to get changed quickly, he bumped into an eight-foot-tall woman he didn't know. Unfortunately, he couldn't see her face because he had just walked into her breasts, which was embarrassing for him because he noticed that the space in his leotard between his legs was getting tighter and paralyzed him because he was overwhelmed with this situation was. "Well look at that...", he heard the person speak." He quickly took two steps back so as not to make the situation worse. He looks up at the lady, whose chest he now knows well enough, and bit his lips together, hoping not to get into too much trouble.
"Apparently you're new here and haven't figured out how to dress appropriately for breakfast. This isn't a brothel. You are in a facility that is designed to indoctrinate you into elegant femininity. But I see you're still too masculine if that's your image of women." Paul(ine) almost forgot to breathe in shock, which is why he wanted to take a quick breath to justify himself, but just as he was about to present his argument, he was interrupted directly by her. "Shut up. Be quiet! You only speak when I ask you to. We will now measure your hormone levels, if the estrogen value is too low, we will be able to change that immediately, the way your breasts look, we will have a lot to do. Come along!" She said, grabbing Paul(ine)'s hand and leading him out of the breakfast room, he was followed by anxious looks from other students, from which one could conclude that they knew what was about to happen to their new classmate.
Paul(ine) and the tall woman, whose name he still didn't know, reached a kind of treatment room, the wall of which consisted of white tiles with a lot of small tables for medical tools, a closet with glass doors, behind which there were countless vials and medicines hidden whose names all started with "Ö" or "Anti-T". In the middle was a deckchair covered with black latex, equipped with five straps (certainly for the fixation of students like him). Before he could completely survey the room, the tall woman's tone of command interrupted him. "Sit down and relax. By the way, I'm Madame Femmá, in charge of the students' hormone therapy, and you look like you need an extra dose." Paul(ine) swallowed because he knew that nothing good would happen now. On the other hand, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of excitement and anticipation. However, not for sexual pleasure but for sexual confirmation.
That's why he leaned back, handed power over his body to an unknown lady and enjoyed the emotional cocktail of fear and excitement.
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The new Sissy Academy
FantasyPaul drops out of his high school due to bullying from his classmates; However, before he can look for a new high school himself, a confirmation of acceptance for the "Superior International States School of Indiana" (SISI) is in his mailbox that s...
