This is a work of fiction, set in a dystopian universe in the 1980's. All the characters depicted are over eighteen years of age with most characters in their twenties. It is based on a recent experience with a strict caning Dominatrix.
Alice read the note again. "Please report to my study at 8:00pm this evening," it said and was signed by Miss Stephanie, the Dean, and had been handed to her by the woman giving today's class. An 8:00pm appointment meant that she would not be the first student visiting the Dean this evening as these sessions started at 7:30pm, after supper. An 8:00pm appointment meant a longer session which was probably appropriate for what she had done. Alice snapped out of her thoughts and started listening to the class on deportment being given.
Alice was an intersex, a gender that appeared after the war when an unknown power had accidentally released genes and hormones following experiments to generate a superfighter. Intersexes, babies born as men but wanting to be ladies had been born in vast quantities and colleges had been created for their transition. Alice was enrolled at The Petula College for Transition Ladies, a rather grand term for a poorly run establishment. She knew that she had to complete the course to be recognised as a proper lady which meant two years of lectures on deportment, fashion and the other things that make a lady.
Whilst the college prided itself on the transformations it created and imposed strict discipline in the week, weekends were much more casual with students managing to smuggle in alcohol, cigarettes, vapes and clothes. Alice had been surprised at the last item but when she realised she'd had to give up all her clothing when she entered and be forced to wear the sexless baggy dresses and flat shoes the college made them wear, she started to enjoy wearing the clothes other ladies smuggled in.
The latest incident had taken place over the past weekend. It had been the final weekend of the half-term, the worst and most boring in her experience. Carla, one of her friends, had asked her to come up to her rooms after supper on the Saturday evening. Carla had the best room in the college, it was on the top floor, well away from the staff accommodation and had an attic where most of the student's contraband was stored. When Alice entered Carla had already changed into a corset with her shecock exposed and her small emerging breasts contained in the top. On her legs were laced up over the knee patent leather boots and Alice salivated as she took Carla's appearance in.
Also in the room was Ebony, a beautiful black woman who Alice knew had a large cock which she craved and hoped she would see later. Ebony was dressed in a cocktail dress that showed off her athletic figure with a skirt which didn't leave much to the imagination. As Alice shut the door Carla pointed to an outfit laid out on a chair which she wanted Alice to change into. It was a pinafore-style dress with lace frills to the edges and Alice knew that it was for her as she had been branded the class sissy. She liked this term as she was a sissy and liked that she was known as one. She put the dress on and complimented it with lace panties and frill-top stockings. On her feet, she wore low-heeled shoes fastened with straps. Once dressed she awaited the next instructions.
The ladies chatted for a while and eventually Carla asked Ebony if she was getting horny. This was one of the reasons Alice liked being in college as being in the company of so many intersexed ladies who constantly thought about sex and indulged their fantasies. Blunt statements like the one Carla had just issued were common and Alice liked it as she could be quite blunt herself. Alice watched as Ebony lifted her skirt and took her hardening cock out of her panties. Ebony's rod was massive and beautiful and Alice savoured the idea of taking it in her mouth or rectum and digesting the juices that would erupt from the end of it. Alice's excitement must have been evident to all, especially Carla.
