{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang2057{\fonttbl{\f0\fnil\fcharset0 Times New Roman;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.21.2510;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\nowidctlpar\sl240\slmult1\lang9\f0\fs24 Chapter 3 \endash Julie\rquote s Journey to the School\par \par The day for her departure had dawned with the weather overcast and a chill in the air.\par Julie had been awake most of the night, filled with the anticipation and anxiety of moving away from the safety of her home into the unknown. Her pubic area had continued to itch and she had found comfort in scratching herself gently in that general area.\par At first light she had decided that she would rise and take a last walk around the farm and as she wandered the hillside she found the trepidation rising inside her.\par \lquote Get a grip\rquote she told herself and resolved to get back to her room and get herself ready for the eight hour journey that was ahead.\par \par She had collected some water for her wash basin and given herself a strip wash, making sure to wipe beneath her breasts as well as her pubic region, which she noticed seemed to have produced a little yellow discharge. She next attended to her legs and shaved them in the manner in which the shop assistant had shown her. After drying herself she looked at her hair and decided to arrange it into two ponytails using a couple of hair clasps that her mother had left her. With the temperature still refusing to rise she decided to put on her winter uniform and pack the summer dress up in the small holdall that was all the luggage that she would be carrying. It felt strange to her to be being constrained by the new clothes but she felt a little tingle run through her as she pulled on her white suspender belt. She sat down on the bed and slid her navy stockings over her legs; the coldness of the eight metal clasps made her shiver slightly as she attached them, one by one, to her stocking tops. Standing up to get some knickers, she glanced at herself in the mirror and saw that the suspender belt neatly framed her pubic region with a white halo. She next drew out some of the white school regulation knickers and pulled them up her legs and over the bottom of the suspender belt and over her pubic area. The stud opening arrangement in the gusset still felt a little odd to her but she was sure that she would soon get used to it. Looking around, she located the only bra that the shop had sent to her; a half cup, under-wired affair, made of thin white lycra, decorated on each cup with a couple of small lace effect flowers. The straps were floral in design but appeared a little thin to her unpractised eye. She attached the two hooks and eyes together in front of her and moved the cups round from the back to her front so that she could place her arms through the straps. She bent forward slightly to lower her breasts into each cup and straightened up to see herself in the mirror; her breast being stuck out at right angles to her body by the under-wiring in her bra. It made her realise for the first time that they were not just very large but enormous. Seeing her chest framed by a white bra caused her to notice for the first time the blue veins that lined her milky white bosom. For some reason she found herself breathing heavily at the sight of herself and she saw her breasts rising and falling with each intake of air into her lungs. Turning behind her she noticed that the movement made her breasts bounce as the straps seemed to have an undue amount of elasticity in them and the cups seemed also to stretch with the movement. Unaware that this may cause a problem she carried on looking for her skirt which she found at the bottom of the shopping bag. Stepping into it, she bent forward and reached down to withdraw it from the bag conscious of her breasts hanging underneath her. She straightened up and brought the skirt up to her view. As she remembered, the skirt was secured down the front by six buttons each being two inches apart with the first one being on the waist band the last being just below the pubic line. The remaining four inches of skirt hung free and just covered her stocking tops. She pulled the skirt over up her legs and secured the buttons and turned her attention to locating her blouse. \par She found it in the bottom of the bag and placed one arm after the other into her sleeves, drew the two halves together and started to button it up. She noticed that it was a tight fit and was glad that it had some stretchy material in its manufacture so that she could pull it together. Once done up she couldn\rquote t help but notice that the buttons over her chest were straining to contain her assets and as she moved around her blouse had a tendency to ruffle up under her bosom and have gaps between the buttons over her breasts. \par Finally, after pulling on and tying her tie, she stood in front of her mirror and frowned. She stood sideways and saw that her large bust jutted out from her body while her pert bottom made the short box pleated skirt hang such that it seemed to provide a counterbalance. She couldn\rquote t quite explain why but she was unhappy with herself but she tutted and bent down to put on her shoes. As she leant forward, she again felt her breasts sway and hang beneath her. For some reason, when she had straightened and next looked in the mirror she felt more pleased. Possibly it was the shoes; the three inch heels had raised her and given her the effect of her chest and bottom appearing more in proportion to the rest of her body\par \par With a flick of her hair, she made her way along to the kitchen to have breakfast. As she was the only one around, she cooked herself a full English with bacon, eggs, beans and sausages before making her way back to her room to complete her packing. Washing, dressing and cooking breakfast had all helped to keep Julie\rquote s mind off her impending departure but the act of packing brought it all back to her and she found herself feeling quite despondent. She carefully packed her holdall. She had no space to pack any of her old clothes and was content to rely on the shop assistants who had assured her that they would provide everything that she would need. Instead she filled up her bag with her spare summer uniform, a couple of Jane Austen novels, a packed lunch that she had prepared earlier and a little soft doll that she\rquote d had as a child. \par \par As she packed she felt a gurgle in her stomach and let out a little wind. She hadn\rquote t felt the need to use the toilet that morning and decided to see if she needed to let anything go at this time. As she prepared herself for using the toilet, she thought that she would try out her new knicker arrangements and unpopped the studs and opened up her gusset before sitting down. She managed a little urine and a small piece of hard compacted dirt before standing up and pulling back on her clothing. As her normal practice, she didn\rquote t wipe her pubic area or anus in order to save the septic tank from filling up with too much non-human waste..\par \par She headed back to her bedroom and as she entered she heard the noise of a car entering the farmyard. This is it she thought and peered out of her window to confirm that it was indeed the taxi arriving. She picked up her holdall, pulled on her school blazer which she found to be of a lightweight material but a little tight across the chest, placed her straw hat on her head said a mental goodbye to her room (when would she see it again?) and left, closing the door behind her.\par \par Miss Brown met her at the entrance way as she answered the doorbell to the taxi-driver. She greeted Miss Brown in her normal manner and was pleased to see her return her greeting as normal. She noticed that Miss Brown had forgone her usual attire and was dressed in a short skirt and tight fitting blouse. An open raincoat was the one acknowledgement of the inclemant weather. The assemblage did little to hide her figure and as a sign of the weather outside Julie could see her nipples, erect with the cold and clearly outlined against the thin material of the coat. Soon, both were packed into the cab and with a last glance at the farmyard, Julie was on her way to the railway station and pastures new. They sat together in the back of the taxi and as the car\rquote s heater warmed the air, Miss Brown let her raincoat fall open, showing the tops of her stockings. Julie was conscious of Miss Brown\rquote s breathing throughout the journey and at the railway station she had given Miss Brown a big hug. She didn\rquote t know what had made her do it but she had felt a need to human contact and the prickly Miss Brown had been there. For her part, Miss Brown had felt her heart flutter with Julie\rquote s hug. She realised that she was going to miss her charge and the sexual fantasies that she had inspired. The feeling of their breasts being squashed together during this last hug was one that she intended to remember for the rest of her life and use to good effect when she got back to the farm. She herself was due to leave the next day as with Julie gone, she had no employment. She watched as Julie made her way down the platform to board the train, conscious that it could be the last time that she would ever see her. She chided herself for feeling a little excitement as she observed Julie\rquote s rear swaying provocatively in her skirt. It looked a little short to her and she remembered that she had seen the top of Julie\rquote s stockings during the taxi ride. She hoped that she would be all right on the journey. It was the first time that Julie had left the immediate area of the farm and she had schooled her in what to say and do at each rail stop and train change. \par \par Julie made her way onto the small local train that would take her to the larger town where she would make the first of her 5 scheduled changes. She found herself in an empty carriage and lowered a window wide open to lean out as far as she could so that she could see and wave to Miss Brown as the train drew sedately out of the station. Once she was out of sight of the station, Julie undid her blazer and sat down immediately finding a drawback to her uniform. No matter how she tried, she couldn\rquote t see to prevent her skirt from opening up at the front and showing the tops of her stockings. Giving up trying after a few minutes, she supposed that the uniform was meant to show them and thought no more about the matter.\par \par After 45 minutes the train reached the first town where she needed to make a change. Much to her surprise, she managed this successfully and was amazed at how helpful the station porter had been when she\rquote d asked for help. The young lad (he can\rquote t have been any more than Julie\rquote s age) seemed to Julie to be most obliging and had offered to hold her arm as she had made her way up the stairs to cross over the railway track. At one point she had stumbled as her new shoes caused her foot to slip on the metal stair. He was immediately there to catch her by the chest and offering profuse apologies once he realised where his hands had automatically landed. Julie thought him quite sweet and appreciated his hand on her bottom as she struggled to clamber up into the train from the platform, little realising the view that she\rquote d given him of her stocking tops. She turned around to thank him and gave him a big smile not knowing that one of her buttons had come undone on her blouse thus giving him more of a view of her cleavage through her open blazer that the designers had intended. \par \par Julie moved down the railway carriage which consisted of 12 compartments of 6 seats and found one that was empty save for a newspaper left behind by the previous occupant. It was a red bannered tabloid which out of curiosity she turned around to look at. He face immediately reddened and she turned the paper around again. The paper was a soft-porn publication which paraded its contents on its front page and Julie, never even having had access to television, found its contents both shocking and exciting at the same time. After a few minutes, she gave into temptation and picked up the paper and allowed herself to be shocked by the pictures of scantily clad young ladies and bare chested men. \par \par Soon however she reached Glasgow where she had to change trains to make for the highlands. She got up from her seat buttoned up her jacket, picked up her holdall and exited the train, looking around for the platform indicator board. Scanning down the board she saw that her new train was some distance away, at a platform on the other side of station. The timing for the change was tight and as she made her way across the station she was conscious of walking quickly in her new heels, feeling her breasts bounce underneath her jacket. As she tottered along she felt as deep rumbling in her stomach and knew that she needed to find a toilet quickly. Although she was unfamiliar with modern day signage she looked around and saw in the far distance, on the opposite side of the station, a notice for toilets. Looking up at the station clock she calculated that if she hurried she could make it across the station to do her toilet business and still have time to get her train. She increased her gait into a little trot, her breasts visibly bouncing under her jacket and ignored the amazed eyes of the gentlemen around her. She burst into the ladies toilets with her dirt about to exit her anus only to find that she needed some money to enter a cubicle. In desperation she searched through the little side pocket on her holdall that contained her purse to find the correct change which she thrust it into the coin receptacle. As the door opened, she found herself falling as, in her hurry with her feet encased in her new shoes, she slipped on the damp floor. She span round, catching her skirt on part of the door, hearing as she did the lower button ping off her skirt as she fell head first into the cubicle, As she placed her hands before her to stop herself falling head first into the toilet pan, she heard herself fart with an enormous burst of wind and felt several large wet turd\rquote s drop out of her bottom into her knickers. Conscious of the time to catch her train, Julie span round, tore down her knickers, used her hands to scrap the contents into the pan. She looked around for some toilet paper to clean up both her underwear and her hands. Seeing that there were only two sheets remaining, she did what she could to clean up her knickers and pulled them back on again, feeling the cool dampness against her flesh. Before she exited the cubicle, she remembered to find the button that had flown off her skirt and then casually opened the door to wash her hands. As she tried the wash basin she realised that there was no water supply so she gathered up her possessions and ran back down the station to her platform. \par She was running against a strong wind that was blowing down the open station from the direction of the platforms and as she hurried along her tie flew back over her shoulder and her jacket, which was already open, blew wide open, exposing her bouncing blouse covered bosom to all. Additionally, her skirt, now less secured due to the lowest button having been torn off, flew open at the front exposing her stocking clad legs all the way up to her pubic area, giving a view of her white knickers for all to see. Although she was aware of her growing predicament she had both hands occupied in holding her hat onto her head and carrying her bag. The same gentlemen who had been heartened by her sight a few minutes before were even further stimulated this time and a couple of workman gave her a wolf whistle as she ran past. By the time she reached her platform, several other buttons had become undone on her blouse through the strain caused by her bouncing chest. Her breasts now started to bounce free from their half cup encasements.\par \par Julie was unaware of the consternation which she was creating and focused her efforts in making the train on time. She flung herself into the train just as the guard waved his flag and blew his whistle and found herself in a deserted open carriage with rows of seats broken in the centre by an aisle way. She settled herself down in the far corner and watched the building become thinner as the train sped off toward Stirling. She rearranged her clothing, pouring her breasts back into their cups and buttoning up her blouse unfortunately in the process being unable to avoid smearing some of her brown dirt onto huer blouse front. She could do little with her skirt and its preponderance to stay open other than take off her blazer and place it over her lap. She looked around for a toilet where she could wash her hands and tidy herself but glumly realised that she had got onto a carriage with no such facilities. She mentally shrugged her shoulders; after all she had worked on a mucky farm for years and a little dirt hadn\rquote t harmed her and, feeling a little peckish, she got her lunch out of her bag and consumed half, leaving the remainder for tea. As the train sped to Stirling, and her next change, she got out a book but soon found herself drifting off to sleep. \par \par She was awoken by the sound of the trainb pulling into Stirling station and the crashing sound of a door being flung open. She opened her eyes to see four girls striding in. They all appeared enormous to Julie, being at least 3 inches taller than her. She gaped as the girls flung in their luggage and sat in the four seats on the opposite side of the aisle from Julie. She couldn\rquote t help but notice that they were all dressed in school uniform and as soon as they sat down they created an immediate babble of noise. As the heating was on in the train, despite the summer like temperatures, the girls pretty soon took off their blazers. Julie's mouth gaped open. The girls had their breasts encased by coloured bra's that showed clearly through their white school uniform blouse's. The floral design's did little to hide their large nipples that protruded through the bra material and pushed against the soft cotton latex of their uniform tops. Julie averted her eyes in case they caught her gawking but felt her eyes being drawn to the view. One other thing that she noticed was that they all wore large amounts of make-up. In Julie\rquote s sheltered upbringing, she had not encountered make-up. Her mother had never worn any and neither had Miss Brown. She had noticed on her recent shopping expedition that some women in the local town had had enhanced eyes and lips and had put it down to the different constitution of the females concerned. Now she could see that these girls were wearing dark eye shadows, bright lip sticks and in a couple of cases, blushes on their cheeks. She was fascinated by it and wondered what she would look like with some on her own face.\par \par Out of curiosity, Julie couldn\rquote t stop herself eavesdropping on the other girl\rquote s conversation. Her mouth fell open at the language and subject matter which consisted mainly of sex (with girls and boys), clothes and make-up. She buried herself in her book, and tried not to listen further. \par \par One or two other passengers entered and left the carriage as the train progressed through a number of country stations. After an hour she heard the other school girls getting excited and they disembarked meeting a gaggle of other girls, similarly attired.\par \par The rest of the train journey passed with litte excitment although the new train that she caught from Inverness northg did provide her with an opportunity to wash her hands but she could do little with the brown stain on her blouse and her soiled knicker's.\par \par Finally, the train approached an isolated station in the far north of Scotland which she recognised as her stop. It looked deserted but as she got off, she saw a Land Rover approaching at speed in the distance, down the single track road that led from the railway.\par \par As the vehicle pulled up before her, she saw two figures alight from the car and walk up two her. She was amazed by their appearance as they introduced themselves.\par \par "Hello, you must be Julie. I'm Helga and this is Morag". \par \par Helga was a large, statuesque girl, possibly a couple of years older than Julie, with close cropped blond hair, blue eyes and a big wide mouth which she held in a friendly smile. She worn an outfit that Julie had never seen before and she coulds stopped herself from asking what it was.\par \par "Oh, this?. It's a dirndl, a traditional dress from my native Germany." With that she gave Julie a twirl that made the pleated short skirt billow out and showed from the jiggle of her bosum that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the low cut white top that was trimmed with a bright red bodice that was drawn tightly underneath her breasts. \par \par Julie turned to Morag, a flame haired girl of similar height to Helga to shake her hand. She was dressed in a short red tartan kilt with a tight white top that was tied in a knot below her large breasts revealing her bare stomach. She could help but note that Morag's breasts also seemed to be without a bra as she could see her nipples pressed hard against the thin material.\par \par "Hi" said Julie as she shook both their hands.\par \par "Come along now and hop into the car" said Morag in a broad Scottish accent "and we'll be on our way. There's about an hour's journey to go".\par \par During the rest of the journey to the school Julie learned that both Morag and Helga were employed in the kitchens at the school in return for them getting part-time tuition from the teacher's. The road down which they travelled got increasingly rough and potholed and after half an hour they pulled down an even rougher track which they vehicle lurched down, causing each of the girls breasts to bounce up and down until the eventually pulled up in front of a large, imposing looking castle set on a bluff above a loch, surround on three sides by high mountains.\par \par "Welcome to Castle MacCreiff, your school" announced Helga as she stepped our of the car and openned the door for Julie. "The headmistress will see you straight way" and proceeded to lead Julie through the main entrance and into the bowels of the building.\par \par And thus concludes this part of the story.\par \par \pard\sl240\slmult1\par }