I had just smashed the greatest home run of my life as I sprinted around the bases I didn't even glance at the ball as it seed over the outfielder head by the time I reached Third Base the pitcher had recovered the ball I was faced with a choice play it safe or risk it all I went for it charging toward home plate I could see the pitcher fire the ball to the catcher with pinpoint Precision I slid in just before the ball landed in the catcher's mitt the crowd erupted in years I had done it
I had won the tournament for the team in that moment I Wade Peters was a hero then came the shrill sound of the alarm clock pulling me from my dream my eyes opened to the sight of a soft pink ceiling the dream had ended now the nightmare began I rolled out of my oversized pink bed tossing aside the stuffed animals that had shared the night with me I made my way to the pain dresser in the corner opening the top drawer to browse through my collection of panties I chose a delicate white pair with ruffles
next I slipped on a pair of white stockings savoring the smooth feel of the silk as it glided over my hairless legs in the bathroom I began my morning routine after brushing my teeth I applied various skin softening oils and creams to my face and followed that with a layer of women's deodorant under my arms with my skin prepped it was time for makeup I pulled out my makeup kit from the closet and got to work when I finished I studied myself in the mirror my long curled eyelashes added a touch of femininity to my
brown eyes and my lips were generously coated in bright red lipstick a hint of blush colored my cheeks and Foundation along with bronzer had smoothed out the rougher edges of my face I was satisfied with the transformation I turned my focus to my long black hair carefully working to style it into the perfect high ponytail aiming for that ideal feminine bounce I patted it a few times ensuring it had the right volume and softness pleased with the result I stepped into my spacious walk-in closet to choose my school uniform the closet was filled with an
array of girly dresses and skirts I settled on a blue skirt and a white blouse with long flowing sleeves and frilled shoulders I pulled the skirt snugly around my waist and buttoned up the blouse moving on to the next piece of clothing a pink jumper embroidered with a male symbol on the back went over the blouse a subtle yet stinging reminder of my true identity finally I grabbed a pink ribbon from the shelf and tied it into a large floppy bow around my neck with one last glance in the mirror I adjusted my outfit ensuring
everything was perfectly in place I slipped on a pair of black black glancing around my overly feminine room the walls and ceiling were painted a soft delicate pink in one corner stood a full-sized bed draped in a pink bedspread adorned with fluffy pillows and stuffed animals constant symbols of my prissy existence a plush Pink Carpet covered the floor and a large pink dresser against the wall served as yet another reminder of my everpresent femininity on the wall hung a large mirror concealing a hidden camera that captured my every move it watched over me ensuring I
followed my feminine routine every morning or else I'd face the consequences I suppose I should explain my situation for the past month I've been attending the college for Brazen males or CBM the existence of the CBM is entirely secret but it operates within the same building as the prestigious School of fashion and design all girls at the CBM boys are forced into an overly feminized lifestyle enduring constant punishment and humiliation the female students along with the School's staff are not only aware of our situation but are actively encouraged to bully Haze and torment us at
will I ended up at the CBM after my mother caught me smoking with friends near the baseball diamond believing this Correctional school was the best way to reform me and make me a responsible member of society she sent me here when I first arrived at the school I was taken aback by how Grand and imposing it looked the tall Gates and sprawling grounds were impressive but there was something unsettling about the atmosphere I was one of 23 boys and we were ushered into a large room without much explanation as we stood there waiting in silence
I started to sense that something wasn't quite right the tension in the air felt heavy moments later we were LED through a door and into an auditorium the sound hit me first the deafening Roar of jeering girls the room was packed and their mocking laughter and taunts echoed off the walls we were forced to March down the rows our heads down and stand before them at the front of the auditorium stood Miss Sandy the school's head mistress who radiated Authority she was holding something in her hand a small item that each of us was made
to receive when my turn came I was handed a pair of small tight fitting shorts the humiliation sank in as we were ordered to put them on right there in front of everyone my cheeks burned with shame as we stood there exposed and vulnerable while the girls held insults and laughter at us without Mery there was no escape from their eyes no place to hide from the ridicule it was in that moment I realized this school wasn't just about education it was about control and submission and I knew we were all in for a long
degrading experience later we were taken to see the school beautician she and her team of sellon assistants proceeded to give each of us a full makeover we were forced to undergo the complete removal of all body hair followed by a feminine hair dough and full makeup every boy including me was mortified by the process humiliated as our identities were Stripped Away layer by layer once the makeovers were complete we were handed our new school unit forms to change into the facilities at CBM are undeniably extravagant with a massive costuming Warehouse filled with custom outfits many
of which came directly from the mysterious Institute these outfits were absurdly frilled and ruffled waiting to humiliate an unsuspecting boy while the standard uniform consists of what I described earlier skirts blouses and jumpers there were times when Miss Sandy would announce a themed week these weeks came with new outfits and of course new rules I remember asterisk Stepford week asterisk in particular when we were forced into housewife dresses complete with fluffy petticoats and pearl necklaces we had to address every girl we encounted as ma'am and spent the week cooking and serving meals to them during
metimes further reinforcing our submissive roles asterisk baby week asterisk was by far the worst a week of non-stop humiliation we were forced into wearing multiple diapers making it nearly impossible to walk normally the girls took great pleasure in taunting us as we waddled down the hall unable to escape their jeers every week during each boy's disciplinary report Miss Hall the head of discipline could add to our embarrassment by modifying our outfits if we had acted out it was never just about staying out of trouble the threat of further humiliation was always present in addition to
to miss Hall's modifications any girl could request to sponsor a gaining the right to choose his outfit for an entire week the constant changes from one degrading outfit to another meant we never had the chance to become numb to the shame the girls and the staff ensured that we remained in a Perpetual state of discomfort and humiliation to make matters worse the school regularly held tours for visitors who were guided through the Halls to witness the ssfi boys in all their degrading Glory their laughter their looks of shock and amusement were a fresh reminder of
our utter helplessness each new set of gazes chipped away at our sense of self making sure our egos were never allowed to recover the school operates on a strict Mark system for discipline a earns a mark for any behavior that is deemed out of line or a failure to meet the school's absurdly high standards of etiquette this could range from something as trivial as not chewing food food 21 times before swallowing to more obvious infractions like failing to properly apply makeup and beauty treatments forgetting to cted theor Superior or neglecting any aspect of their weekly
outfit every little misstep was counted against us at the end of each week we were required to report to Miss Hall for a disciplinary evaluation she would review both the surveillance footage of the throughout the week as well as any written marks submitted by the girls or teachers these marks could be handed in at any time and there was no limit to how many a could accumulate if a boy managed to receive very few marks he was granted a rare boy day for the upcoming week this meant for one day he would be allowed to
wear male clothing provided by the school a temporary that desperately sought after reprieve from the endless feminine humiliation if a boy accumulated too many marks his punishment would be severe Miss Hall would c a special outfit designed to be the most painful and exquisitely humiliating for the unfortunate seasonal outfits were also part of the routine humiliation on warm summer days we were given the degrading option of dressing like spoiled teen girls forced into crop tops and yoga pants that barely left anything to the imagination one winter a group of girls decided to bundle me up
for the cold weather dressing me in a fur pom pom hat mittens a scarf and a furf framed dress with layer upon layer of petticoats while the students attended regular High School classes algebra English art and of course fashion our curriculum was far more demeaning we were enrolled in classes like asterisk ballroom dancing asteris and asteris the history of danels in distress asteris every aspect of our education was centered around reinforcing our submissiveness and femin it Miss Sandy forced me onto the cheerleading team where we wore skimpy outfits and performed embarrassing routines waving pink pom
poms in our hands it was an unbearable Experience One designed to strip us of any remaining dignity the administration at CBM never intended to turn us into girls but rather into the most feminine humiliated boys imaginable they wanted to break us reminding us every day that we were still male but I walked down the pink hallway each step calculated and deliberate making sure to Place One Foot In Front of the other while swaying my hips in perfect feminine form it had become second nature by now something drilled into us from the moment we arrived at
CBM as I approached the building's sprawling cafeteria I could see girls and fellow sissies hurrying to grab breakfast each one anxious to begin the day under watchful eyes of our superiors stepping inside my senses were immediately overwhelmed by the sight of a Grand Banquet spread across the tables plates piled high with eggs crispy bacon Savory sausage buttered toast and towering stacks of pancakes the rich math watering Aroma of it all filled the air and for a brief moment I felt a flicker of Joy something rare in a place like this my mouth began to water
as I stood there mesmerized by the sheer abundance of food Imagining the warmth and taste of it suddenly a voice shattered the trance I was in what are you looking at pancy boy a girl called out smudy from the table her voice dripping with condescension I immediately grabbed the sides of my skirt performing a quick ctsy as I had been trained then hurried over to the smaller pink tables reserved for us in the corner of the room sitting down on the delicate pink stool I made sure to smooth my skirt and sit with perfect posture
another learned behavior drilled into us daily as I looked at the table in front of me the cold reality of my situation set in once again my Feast consisted of white rice carrots celery chickpeas cherries pomegranates and Alfalfa there wasn't a single ounce of meat in sight the boys at CBM were deliberately deprived of protein forced to eat foods high in estrogen content supposedly to enhance our forced femininity I glanced over at the girls tables where they devoured their protein packed breakfast with no restrictions while I silently forced another tastous spoonful of cold rice into
my mouth suddenly a whole slam on my back jolted me forward causing me to let out an involuntary high-pitched shriek my plate clattered to the floor as I recoiled in shock the humiliating sound of my voice drawing laughter from the tables around me shouted Tina Maul her voice cutting through the cafeteria like a blade I froze recognizing her instantly Tina was someone I had known in Middle School long before my life had taken this humiliating turn now she attended the same College where she took full advantage of my new reality I remained silent dutifully chewing
my bland food to required 21 times before swallowing hoping to avoid further attention oh s tenna called again using the ridiculous name I had been assigned here we have to have a little chat her voice oozed with superiority and I stayed still focusing on taking a slow sick from my glass of soy milk hoping she would get bored and leave it wasn't to be Tena walked up behind me placing her hands on my shoulders well Sally you always were a big pansy weren't you she asked smugly her words stung a reminder of how far I'd
fallen in her eyes yes Tina I whimpered my voice high pitched and whispery just as we had been trained Miss Sandy had always reminded us a touch of testosterone is a Touch Too Many for your vocal chords I sat there completely submissive as Tina paced around me her presence looming over me like a constant reminder of my helplessness the power Dynamic was unmistakable and all I could do was sit there meek and compliant as she reveled in my humiliation you look hungry Sally Tina said slowly savoring every word as if to stretch out my discomfort
you should eat more I've eaten enough Tina I replied softly trying to keep my voice calm hoping to avoid further escalation but she wasn't satisfied she placed her hands on my shoulders and I felt her fingers tighten digging into my skin I don't think you have Sally she continued her voice voice taking on a Sinister Edge how are we ever going to fatten you up if you're eating like this my body began to tremble under her grip my weak feminized frame unable to resist the growing pain in my shoulders I couldn't fight back I wasn't
allowed to just then Esther one of Tina's closest friends approached with a large bowl in her hands I watched as she cly walked over to the pot of beans and began ladling several large Scoops into the bowl piling in it high she placed the bow in front of me with a smirk the unspoken command hanging in the air I knew what was coming I stared down at the bowl my stomach already churning at the thought of what was about to happen you need a little meat on those bones Sally Esther said as she pinched my
skinny arms causing me to squirm and attempt to escape their grasp just then the bell rang signaling the end of breakfast all the sissies Rose in unison mincing out of the room in their carefully practiced manner I tried to join them hoping to blend into the crowd and Escape Tina and Esther's clutches but they held me fast not so fast Sally Tena spoke in a sing song tone her grip tightening eat your beans and then you can go I shook my head in desperation Tina please let me go I pleaded my voice trembling I can't
take any more marks this week well that's your own fault you little Esther sneered now eat up with that they shoved my face into the platter of beans I couldn't breathe my nose and mouth submerged in the cold slimy mess I was forced to slurp the beans just to get a breath the disgusting taste mixing with a panic rising in my throat my makeup smeared and ruined Bean Juice dripping down my face I wanted to vomit as the cold beans slid down my throat Tina and Esther's laughter echoed around me the taunts and jeers filling
my ears the humiliating sounds of my desperate slurping only seemed to amuse them more after what felt like an eternity they finally threw me to the ground I lay there gasping for air covered in beans and shame as they ran off leaving me to collect myself and face the rest of the day with another Mark and another layer of humiliation out of breath and still reeling from the humiliation in the cafeteria I hurried back to my room knowing that a ruined outfit would earn me more marks and being late I could feel the sticky Bean
residue on my face The Chill from The Damp febric clinging to my skin as I opened the large Pink Door my heart sank even further on my big pink bed a large box sat ominously a note placed on top my hands shook as I reached for it dreading what I already knew was inside the note read asteris dear Sally asteris castus you're going to be wearing this outfit until the end of the week due to your multiple slip ups that already happened this morning we'll speak about more drastic costume changes at the end of the
weak asterisk asterisk Miss Hall asterisk I gulped dread creeping up my spine my hands hovered over the Box not wanting to see what humiliating emble Miss Hall had picked for me but I had no no choice whatever awaited inside would no doubt be designed to make the rest of my week even more unbearable I slowly opened the lid bracing myself for the worst I could already tell this day was about to get a lot worse
