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From: an236635@anon.penet.fi (Sapphire)
Date: Wed, 21 Jun 1995 15:52:25 UTC
Subject: TG: PSCHOOL (1/1)



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PSCHOOL

I had been working part-time at the Lydia Whitson School for about
5 months. During that time I saw approximately 87 children ranging
in age from 13 to 18. Most were girls. Some of those evidently
weren't. I didn't know. I'm a psychologist, not a detective.

My curiosity was aroused after talking to a 15 year old boy late
one Friday afternoon. He was having trouble relating to the other
boys -- acted slightly effeminate but nothing you could put your
finger on. He seemed genuinely confused about some of the normal
male reactions to girls, almost as if he'd never had such feelings
before . . . Not that he didn't like girls. Not that he didn't get
a boner every time some well endowed example walked past. He just
. . . He just couldn't understand the basic desire to jump one.

After he left, I did the normal poking about in his file and
noticed some white-out over his name. It read "John Liebowitz."
Being naturally curious, I scratched off the white-out. Now the
name was different, "Joanne." "Strange", I thought. He sure looked
like a John to me.

I pondered over that change for several weeks. As patients came and
went, I paid careful attention to their files. Now and again I'd
run across the same thing. Sometimes it was boy to girl, sometimes
girl to boy. Never any correlation or reason I could see. It just
seemed like someone couldn't get the names right the first time.

Then I saw the kicker. I usually made copies of a patient's file to
add to those I kept myself. A rather pretty girl had come to see me
over how to approach a boy she liked. I gave her the standard
lines, patted her on the back and sent her on her way. Afterwards,
as I was making her file, I realized I had seen her before. Except,
it wasn't her, it was him -- or at least, it was him before. The
age was the same, the background the same, everything the same --
except sex and few niggling details concerning appearance.

About the job. I worked simply as a helper. The school had it's own
live-in shrink, doctor and other sundry personnel. I had been hired
to fill in one day a week to handle those simple problems that
Susan Hathaway didn't have time for.

Susan. Now there was a good looking woman. She was about 5' 8",
perfect figure with a nice ass, rounded breasts and a face to
match. I had tried to get her to take a night off with me with no
success at all. Pity. I'm sure I would have thoroughly enjoyed
myself. Anyway, I digress.

I went to see her over the matter. I really didn't know what to
expect. Anger . . . disinterest . . . disbelief mingled with
concern over my being overworked . . . Any or all of these I would
have expected. She smiled. Just smiled a cute little smile that
began at one corner of her mouth and curled slyly to the other
side. A knowing, amused sort of smile.

Taken aback, I asked her, "Well, why?" She steepled her fingers and
spoke betwixt the grin, "Well, why not?" "All of those children you
noted were having trouble being who they were. We just simply
transferred them from one dorm quad to the other." I know bullshit
when I smell it, so I responded, "C'mon. You know as well as I do
that you didn't just change their clothes and move them to another
room. If you were going to change their sex, it would require
plastic surgery and several years of training and counseling."

I paused for breath and continued, "First of all, that last girl,
Susie. She was in my office five weeks before. But at that time,
she wasn't a she, she was a he. Surgery doesn't work that way. I
don't think it's the same person. You must be switching these
people between schools." Susan smiled wider. "You are making an
unfortunate assumption. Four weeks ago, Larry Hanson was moved from
Quad 2, Dorm 67B to Quad 1, Dorm 19C. At that time, Larry became
Susie Hanson. Got it?"

Quite frankly, I didn't. You just don't move a boy to a girl's dorm
and, poof, get a girl. Or do you? Anyway, I wasn't about to go
looking for Rod Serling. "Susan, you've got to level with me. I
came here thinking was loosing my mind and now I'm beginning to
believe it."  "What is REALLY going on?"

Susan slowly untangled herself from her chair and stood. "I guess
I'm going to have to give you a complete explanation." She sighed.
"I just hope that you can handle it . . ." And, with that, she
flowed out of the room with me, confused as ever, in tow.

On the way to Quad 1, she explained, or tried to. "Lydia Whitson
founded this school back in 1822. Her primary motivation was to
provide a quality education free of the social and moral double
standards which existed at that time. She did that. Most of the
parents never realized what she was doing. Those that did approved,
or did after she 'convinced' them. Anyway, she also felt that one's
sex had no more to do with their abilities than hair color, etc.
She had other views along the same lines. Due to this, the school
has not changed much since when she was running it. The rest of the
world simply is catching up."

We were about halfway there and I had yet to guess at what she was
leading up to. What she had said so far you could read in any of
the school's standard press releases. "But you know all this.", she
stopped at looked me in the eye. "We were going to put this off for
another month but the . . ." She stopped and turned to look me in
the eye. "This is not common knowledge and you must keep it to
yourself. The Headmistress is retiring soon and I'll most likely be
taking her place."

She paused and licked her lips, "I want you on permanent staff here
to replace me." Now, that was interesting. I had entertained the
possibility of working here full-time but I knew I needed to
complete my doctorate first. Of course, my thesis was already
accepted but . . . "Now don't make up your mind now. I want you to
think about it. And, for God's sake, don't tell anyone -- I haven't
been officially appointed yet."

She walked on off to the Quad while I headed in the opposite
direction for my car. It never occurred to me that she had totally
evaded what I had gone to ask her of. As a matter of fact, I
completely forgot the issue.

Two months later I had the 'PhD' after my name. Not that it did me
any favors. I continued my weekly visits to the school and waited
for job offers. I didn't get any. Then it was announced that Susan
would be taking over the running of the school and, sure to her
word, I was offered her job. I took it. It was there.

After six weeks Susan dropped in. "Why don't you move on campus?
Not that it matters, but surely you get tired of the drive every
day?" Yes, I did. But I replied, "Nah. It's no bother. I enjoy it.
Besides, I like to crank up the stereo once in a while and I'd
bother someone." Susan said, "Suit yourself -- just offering. By
the way, have you talked to the Johnson kid yet?" So we talked
shop.

Over the next three weeks I was inundated by after hour calls.
Driving back and forth and back and forth sure was getting old. I
finally took Susan's offer and packed up the old apartment. No, I
didn't crank my stereo there, the neighbors would have complained.
But it just wouldn't be the same . . .

Susan profusely apologized when she put me in Quad 1. "I'm so sorry
that the house isn't ready. When you refused the offer, I decided
to go ahead and remodel it." Sure, sure, I thought. Just want me at
your beck and call -- forget about the inconvenience. "I'm giving
you my old quarters until the house is finished. Should be only a
couple of more weeks. Besides, you might like it here where the
girls are . . ." She winked at me and left as I unpacked what would
fit. The rest I left in boxes in hope for the house.

I had trouble sleeping. Always did like my own bed. So I laid
listening to the silence punctuated by occasional laughter in the
distance. Just when I was about to drop off there was a sudden
flurry of knocking on the door. Too sleepy to think, I answered it
in the buff. Susan just grinned at me.

"Ooops. I thought you'd still be awake. It's not quite 2 yet." I
succeeded in grumbling a reply, "Not quite. Go away." "Nope. Sorry.
I forgot to show you around. Want a shower?" Yes, I did. And it
occurred to me that there was no bathroom in the quarters I'd been
given. Kinda stupid not to notice but I was feeling kinda stupid.

"C'mon. I'll show you where." It finally dawned on me that I was
not wearing any clothes and I let a slow blush come to my face.
Susan caught the gist of my embarrassment and quickly added, "The
girls are all asleep and I'll run you to the showers. Don't worry
about being seen but you might want to grab a robe, just in case."
I did.

I needn't have worried, the showers were just down the hall and to
the left. We didn't see a soul. Susan stripped as I hung up my
robe. Boy! Did she have a body! Her breasts were smooth and creamy
with upturned nipples hardening as I watched. I let my gaze drop
towards her dark triangle of fur and my cock quickly stiffened at
the thoughts of burying it there. She insisted that we shower first
and turned up the water until the room was wreathed in steam. I
followed her example and got under the needling spray.

We caressed each other, soaped up, rinsed off, soaped up and rinsed
off some more. I was particularly enjoying playing with her nipples
when I noticed that my own nipples were responding to her touch as
well. The feeling was incredible as she stroked my chest and teased
my growing nipples. Then she hugged me close and caressed my thighs
and hips. My erection had been replaced by a tightening of my
stomach and building warmth within. This was better sex than I had
ever had and I hadn't even entered her yet!

We kissed deeply for what seemed like hours. When we broke for air
she descended my front, nibbling her way towards my crotch. My eyes
were closed and my hands were on her head as she found a spot I
never noticed before and gave me the most intense orgasm of my
life. Then I felt her stick a finger up inside of me and I knew it
wasn't my ass! With the orgasm's afterglow still coursing through
my veins, I opened my eyes and took a quick inventory. My head was
still here. My arms. My legs. My cock . . . I didn't see it. I
couldn't feel it. My skin had gotten smooth and silky and I had two
curious mounds of flesh attached to my chest.

Susan stepped back as I explored. The breasts felt nice. The
nipples stiffened and gave pleasurable sensations as I touched
them. My crotch. God, my cock was missing! I felt below the hair
and found new folds of moist flesh. I parted them with a finger and
slid the finger up inside me. What a different feeling this was! I
stroked my finger in and out, then added another. It actually felt
quite good. Then Susan wrapped her arms around me and I felt our
breasts rubbing together. I let her eat my new found cunt again and
found myself moaning with ecstacy, a couple of octaves higher than
I could before.

Being in the shower, we only had to dry off before returning to my
room. Once we were there, Susan explained, "Lydia Whitson was a
witch. A very strong and powerful one. She thought that, if people
could choose their sex at will, it would remove a strong handicap
from social relationships." She stroked one of my nipples. "Every
student and every employee here has tried the other sex. Some have
chosen to switch. Some others change back and forth quite a bit. I
myself spent 2 years as a man."

I looked over my body. It was certainly interesting. Had someone
suggested that I become a woman, I would have kicked them where it
hurt. But now . . .

Susan paused at my introspection. "If I had told you earlier, you
would have scoffed. You would have thought me mad. Maybe I am, a
little, but you are proof that it does not require surgery and I am
so sorry that I had to blank your mind before." The prior incident
came flooding back and I thought it over. "You don't have to remain
like this. You can go into the showers and emerge anyway you like."

I looked up at her. "The showers?" "Yes.", she replied. "The
showers are spelled so that one's physical appearance is malleable.
Look at me. I was dark headed when we went in. Now I'm blond. You
did that to me." I looked again and she was right. Her pussy was
now framed by pretty blond fur. "Another thing. This is not the
girl's quad, it is unisex. Both quads have both sexes. It can get
interesting in the showers sometimes . . ." I grinned at that. I'd
sure say so!

She got up. "I've got to go and get some sleep. Take the next
couple of days off and experiment. Sex among the students is not
forbidden, its encouraged -- but don't develop any relationships.
That is a no no." And she left.

I spent most of the night exploring my new body. I discovered a
little lump of flesh at the top of my slash which drove me to
incredible pleasure. I explored the lips and probed my hole with my
fingers. After a couple of orgasms, I brought them up, smelled and
tasted them. Smells like fish, must be fish. I found I tasted good,
just like a woman should. I finally fell asleep caressing my
breasts and wondering how I'd look in a bikini.

The next day I went to the Resident's room in search of some
clothes. The door was opened by a tall black man wearing nothing
but a towel draped over his shoulder. "I've got a few things myself
but I was going to wear one tonight." He pointed towards the shower
and I nodded. "First time out?" he asked. "Yeah, Susan put me
through it last night." "Nothing like the first time. I remember
it. I would have never thought I could be a man and now I spend
most of my time as one." "Really", I asked. "Sure." He paused and
looked me over. "You know, you make a nice woman. Virgin, huh?"

A movement caught my eye and I looked down to see an erection
building. And building, and building. Curiously, it brought forth
strange feelings from me. I felt my nipples stiffening and a nice
warm feeling down below. "Ever given head?", he asked. I blushed,
prettily, I might add. "No, I can't say that I have." "There's a
first time for everything. Want to try?"

Seeing his engorged cock in front of me was driving me insane.
Somewhere deep inside was this growing desire to have it inside of
me and I noticed my pussy was getting damp. "Come on in," he
invited and I followed thinking that it was my line. He reached
over and untied my robe so I let it drop to the floor and eyed his
cock. "Go ahead, touch it. It won't bite you and it LOVES to be
stroked." So, I touched it. And touched it. And, with a little
encouragement, I finally touched it to my lips. He groaned as I
circled it with my tongue and, growing brave or, rather, super
horny, I took it into my mouth.

We got on his bed and quickly into a 69. His cock throbbed as I
slurped and sucked and I moaned as he curled his tongue about my
clit and probed my cunt with his fingers. Then we disengaged and I
spread my legs for my first ever fuck. He them down to my chest
placing his hands beside me. Then he gently guided his cock into my
hole, which was so wet it went in easily. I started involuntarily
bucking my hips as he began fucking me hard and harder. I moaned.
I screamed. I came. Once. Twice. Three, four, five times! Now that
was a fuck! He had come with me the last time and was totally
spent.

Since we were both exhausted, we just laid there and gently
caressed each other. "Yeah. You make a fine woman and damn
incredible fuck." I couldn't help but smile. I was beginning to
enjoy this.

After awhile, we took a shower. This time it was full of people and
I got to watch several change. Some went sex, some race and some
just skin, eye or hair color. Some went all of the above. I saw two
guys, obviously very good friends, soap each other up as they both
became gorgeous oriental girls. Looking at all of this and
daydreaming, I emerged looking like a 14 year old Geisha in
training. Young I could handle, but I didn't like having slanted
eyes. So, I took another shower.

It's strange how quickly you can become accustomed to the strangest
things. Within a few days, nothing I witnessed in the shower
suprized me. Once, an American Indian woman came in and left as a
green haired hermaphrodite and hung like a horse. That I hadn't
seen before. Whatever floats your boat, I guess. I myself
experimented with different sized breasts, different hair, and, as
a male of course, different sized cocks.

Several months later, I was sitting at my desk when Susan came by.
"Nice dress," he complemented. "Nice suit," I replied. "Going to
see someone outside?" "Nope. Just thought I'd freak everyone out
today. How about you? What happened to that revealing halter-top
and cutoffs you've been getting famous for?" "Oh. I just figured
I'd try to look respectable. I've got to be in practice. We've got
Parents visiting next week, you know." He sighed in response,
"Don't remind me. I was just starting to forget."

He leaned over and caressed my hair. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Well, I hoped you'd tell me," I replied as I got up. I gave him a
quick kiss as I switched off the terminal and led him out the door
and back to my now familiar room at the quad. Once we lost our
clothes, he cupped my chocolate brown skin and nibbled a dark
nipple. I retaliated by sucking his cock and imprisoning it within
my now moistened pussy. It was good. I like my job. Nice fringe
benefits and really hot showers . . . Who knows? Maybe tomorrow
I'll try green hair. Then, again, maybe not.