The train was slowing down, again. I checked my phone with trembling hands. I was desperately horny. The man sitting across from me had put on some expensive-looking sunglasses, and I couldn't tell if he was checking me out from behind them or not, but I thought he was. I stared out the window, heat suffusing my cheeks, trying not to squirm in my seat lest I make an audible squelch. This was my stop and I would be off soon.
It took the train an interminable time to actually stop, and I grew more and more twitchy by the minute. As soon as the doors slid open, I was up and rolling my little suitcase along. The conductor helped me dismount, and then I was on the platform. Brick station building, fresh summer breezes, a tiny post office, a coffee shop. Now, there should be a bus...
Yes, there it was! I hurried up the hill to the street, and climbed aboard. One easy interaction later, I had a window seat, and my luggage was tucked neatly under it. After a few minutes, the bus was sailing out of the small town, along a rural country road. I watched fields and orchards blur past. The windows were all cracked, and the fresh, light air smelled wonderfully like creeks and meadows and woods. Barns and farm stands flashed by. I saw a quaint little road sign for Vale College (in five miles).
I took a deep breath. My whole body felt flushed with a pleasant, needy, electric hum. I remembered the sleepover party my friends had thrown me after I got the acceptance letter for the summer dance residency.
We'd had Flora's whole house to ourselves, while her parents were away. We'd temporarily redesigned her living room by pushing three couches together and carrying a big mattress down from upstairs to put on the floor between them. The night was in full swing, with several simultaneous conversations and a board game happening in this room, and laughter and music coming from the kitchen.
Flora's voice cut through the buzz. "Maddy! Maddy?"
From the other end of the same couch, I lolled my head to look towards her and moaned incoherently through Quin's panties, which were stuffed into my mouth.
I was squished between Yara and Faith, who were flirting with each other across me. I was wearing some cute pajama shorts and a black lace crop-top, but they had tugged the top up, so my tits had popped out.
Each of them had claimed one of my nipples and were absently tugging and toying and thumbing them as I squirmed and twitched. My wrists were cuffed behind me.
Flora finally saw me. "Maddy, I expressly forbid you--" She paused as she took in my glazed expression. "Okay, whose got the remote?"
Yara raised her hand, looking only slightly sheepish.
"Can you please turn off our sex toy? I need our little bitch's full attention."
The vibrator inside me ceased and I whined a protest. I hadn't been allowed to cum for the last week leading up to tonight.
"Quiet, slut. Now listen, this is important. We are all very proud of you for getting into this summer program. However, I expressly forbid you from even thinking of transferring to Vale, understand? Do not switch schools to join our rivals, no matter how fancy their performing arts center is." Flora grinned at me smugly. "You belong to us. We own you, got it?"
A tingle of delicious warmth ran through me. Faith eased the wadded up panties out of my mouth and I cleared my throat.
"Okay...unless they're really, really nice to me," I grinned weakly.
"Don't you mean really, really mean, you horny bitch?" Faith chirped.
"Yeah, that."
Flora looked at me dead in the eye "Bring her over here, I'm going to bend her over and turn her bratty ass bright red."
My eyes widened, even as my stomach did a little flip.
"Oh come on," Quin piped up. "It's not like Vale's entire dance program is going to fuck Maddy as soon as she gets there!"
There was a pause.
"C'mon that would totally happen." Faith said, straight-faced.
Natalie giggled. "Wanna make a bet?"
Yara helped me to my feet, then made a fist in my hair and led me gasping and bent double over to the coffee table, where Flora was waiting, and released me.
"Hi Maddy," said Flora flirtatiously, as I swayed, hands still bound behind me. She slid her hand inside the waistband of my pajama shorts and cupped my vulva. I gasped, and Flora grinned. Her fingertips began to tease my lips ever so lightly. "Hot little bitch. You're soaking wet. I think you knew what you were asking for, didn't you?"
I had.
~ ~ ~
The bus began to slow, and then we were turning onto a smaller road that turned back and forth through some woods before we came to a vast meadow and I saw some buildings on the other side. The performing arts center was unmistakable, a vast bubble of glass and steel.
As we got closer, I saw a few many-gabled residential dorm buildings, and a turreted stone mansion. The lawns were studded with sculptures and hedges and towering oaks. I shook my head in awe.
I was the only passenger who needed to get off. We pulled over to a quaint little bus stop, and I heaved my luggage down the steps to the sidewalk. There was a campus map on the bus stop wall, and I stared at it.
This was the north end of campus, with only a smattering of buildings, but they were all the ones I needed.
The dorm I was supposed to be in was just ahead. I took a deep breath and my stomach began to jump a little. I was a little nervous about how my new peers would react to me.
Okay, a lot nervous.
I knew I'd been lucky to have such close and supportive (not to mention kinky) friends in the city. But I wasn't exactly good at making new friends or breaking into new friend groups. Natalie had done all that, with me safely under her wing. And there was the trans thing...
Hopefully nobody would be weird about that. But even if nobody acted weird towards me, that didn't mean they would automatically be inclusive or supportive or...well, anything. I was just desperately hoping that, outside of classes and focused studio time, I wouldn't end up spending every minute lonely. I walked up the winding path, my suitcase rolling behind me, biting my lip.
I saw a newish-looking, three-story building with a steep roof and lots of windows. There were stairs leading up to a huge, gorgeous, wrap-around porch, and sitting on the stairs, sunning themselves, were three girls. I swallowed, mouth dry. I already felt like a straggler.
They were chatting with each other. One of them laughed, a clear, bright sound. As I got closer, I felt their attention shift to me.
"Hi," chirped one, as I got to the bottom of the steps.
"Hi," I said shyly. "I'm Maddy."
"Oh, are you here for the dance thing?"
I looked at the girl who had spoken, and felt a tiny glow of recognition. She was trans. At least I thought so? Her cascade of blond tresses was like a waterfall of sunshine. She looked effortlessly good.
"Um, yeah." Her eyeliner was sharp enough to cut glass. "Wait, aren't you?"
She laughed, and I recognized the sound from before. "No, only the people who arrived today are here for that. We're all here for the music thing." She gestured at the other two girls.
I felt a little jolt of disappointment.
"Hi, I'm Mara," said one of the others.
