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THE FIRST TIME PART1THE FIRST TIMEKate heard the bell ring from downstairs and dashed to themirror. The reflected image betrayed no flaws. The lipstick wasred and thickly applied, giving the pouting lips a playful glow. The green eyes were right too– the dark eyebrows thinly plucked,the long lashes batting with plenty of body and dark promise, theeyes themselves clear, bright and green as polished emeralds. Noeyeshadow though– the Teacher thought that eyeshadow on Kategave a too-mature look and Kate was only sixteen. Cheeks weresmooth, with a complexion that was clear but for the inevitablefreckles of an Irish redhead. Delicate fingers dabbed temptingperfume on pulse points and behind pink earlobes as the faceobserved itself. Kate drew back the healthy mane of thick auburnhair into a manageable ponytail, the practised hands smoothingdown the errant tresses into the big bowed red ribbon.Too girlish? Kate wondered, then left the bow in place. Teacherliked the girlish look and Kate always strove to make the Teacherhappy. It was the only way to get by from day to day. The sightcheck continued as Kate inspected the skimpy garments thatclothed the small, lithe teenaged body. They weren’t as sleazyas what Kate might be made to wear, that what for sure. Theothers had to wear such slutty things– crotchless panties,garter belts, fishnet stockings and open-nippled brassieres. Maybe I ought to be grateful, thought Kate. What looked back inthe full-length mirror wasn’t too slutty. Just a matching braand panty set, pretty bright blue. And they weren’t silk oranything– just Hanes For Her. The panties were French-cut andrested high on the hips, clinging tightly to Kate’s curvy tightmidsection and butt– simple and perfectly appropriate for a girlof sixteen. And the bra wasn’t some bullet contraption. Notthat Kate could fill that out, with an embarrassingly small set of32A breasts. No, the bra was just a soft blue cotton thingwithout wiring or teasing lifts. All it did was cover the smallpert things and give them a little definition and the smallestshapely lift. All in all, Kate looked just like any average-to-cute looking high school girl in her undies. No cheerleader, butnot desperate for a boyfriend either. And certainly not somestreetwalker. No, there was nothing unusual with what stared backin the mirror, was there?There was if the starer was really a boy, Kate thought bitterly. The little cock thrummed in the chastity belt defiantly, ifimpotently. But the crafty construction of the Teacher’sequipment refused to let the small cock out of its imprisonment. No surprise– it hadn’t for eight months, ever since it had beenlocked on. Kate sighed, then banished the taboo thoughts. TheTeacher had once explained to Kate the simple, too-obvious factthat it didn’t do any good to think such thoughts. “These thoughts, they don’t make you feel good, do they? Andyour situation certainly isn’t going to change, so it doesn’t doyou any good, does it Kate?” Teacher was always so clear in hisexplanations, everything so darn unarguable.”Well, no sir,” Kate answered simply. But a frown brokeinvoluntarily over Kate’s lips, the kind that came even when evereffort was being made to behave, to accept.”Kate, your thoughts are not APPROPRIATE for a proper young lady. You are a pretty, well spoken girl with a very pleasing attitudemost of the time. Now, I will see a happy smile on your facenow– frowns will give you wrinkles and don’t do a thing forboys.”And so Kate smiled brightly, especially at the mention of boys. Boys, boys, boys. Everything was about boys and beingappropriate. And there was the real desire to act appropriatelyand an all-the-time fear lurking deep down of boys NOT beingattracted to Kate, Kate’s smile, Kate’s face, Kate’s body,everything Kate. And now it was the Time. That was why Kate felt so nervous, soflighty, so scared. Kate remembered a time when thinking wasn’tso hard, so difficult. The d**gs and hypnosis and physchologicaltraining and disciplining had all forced changes on Kate in thelast eight months, robbing the subject of independence of thoughtor even trying to think. “Pretty girls don’t think– they just smile, Kate. Understand?”the Teacher had told Kate, who replied with a big bright smile. Oh yes, Kate understood. Especially after a question had beenasked. It had been a simple one– “Why are you doing this tome?” and the answer had been an injection. Hours later, Kateawoke nervous and silly and without any thought other than toNEVER, EVER to ask a question like that again.After that, the rest seemed to come in a rush. The dressinglessons, the make-up lessons, the manners lessons, the hygienetraining, the constant body-shaping aerobics exercising, and allthe rest. All of it was accepted without questioning of any kindby Kate. Questions would mean big words, big thoughts thatweren’t appropriate for a girl like Kate.There were conversations, though. With the Teacher. He wouldask questions and the answers would seem to spring out of Kate’smouth, words that came so easily that they seemed to be put thereby the Teacher himself. And once Kate had dreamed that therewere words that broke the silence of sleeptime, words that Katewould use when awake. But that must have been a dream indeed.”Do you like math, Kate?” the Teacher would ask.Kate would cast eyes down, smile foolishly. The auburn manewould shake “no” and Kate would giggle. “Math is just for boys,Sir.””Do you like sports, Kate?” The voice was so calm, so reassuring. Kate always knew when the right answers were coming out.Again, the long auburn hair shaking. “Sports are so icky, Sir!””But I bet sports interest you a little, doesn’t it Kate?”Kate grinned. “Football is fun– to watch, I mean. Not to play. Football players are so handsome.” Was that answer right?The Teacher smiled. “But you wouldn’t like to play football,would you Kate?”A vapid giggle and a shake of that straight long lustrous auburnhair. “What would you like to do, Kate?” the voice asked curiously.Kate folded the small hands, u*********sly checking the pinkpolish of the three inch nails. “Well, Sir, I would like to makemyself pretty with the makeup you gave me and bake cookies forboys, just like I learned.”The Teacher patted the auburn hair and Kate knew that the rightanswer was given. “Of course you would my dear, and so youshall.”There were more conversations like that. As the weeks went on,Kate learned what were the right answers and what canlı bahis were the wronganswers. Also learned were the things that mattered most– likekeeping nails polished, keeping dress hems from rising too high,to keeping hair arranged perfectly. Learning when to smilebrightly and when to listen respectfully. Discovering how towalk like a lady in the high heels Kate was given, careful alwaysto walk by swinging the hips, not bending the knees. How to keeparms up and always away from the body. Oh, it was all so veryimportant, the Teacher said. Otherwise, people would be sodisappointed in pretty Kate and we wouldn’t want that would we?Oh, no, Kate mused, I know I wouldn’t want that! Because whenKate didn’t give the right answer, it didn’t take the Teacherlong at all to take Kate over his knee. The teenager hatedwaiting while he yanked up the skirt and peeled down the panties. It seemed to take forever as he raised his hand and then let itfall hard and fast on Kate’s bare smooth butt. The number ofspanks depended on just how wrong Kate’s answer was. At first,the answers were painfully wrong. But after awhile, Katelearned, really learned, to give the right answers.Because you couldn’t just pretend to give the right answer. TheTeacher seemed to know just what was in Kate’s head (again thosevoices at night drifting in and out in the dark!) and if theright answer wasn’t given without so much a second’s hesitation,gosh, Kate was soon looking at the floor as the Teacher began”correction.”Oh, but the bell was ringing, the little tinkling bell outside. Kate had to hurry, to make sure everything was right. The FirstTime was ever so important, the Teacher said! Kate nervouslychecked the legs and underarms for hairs missed in shaving, theeyebrow not perfectly straight, the uneven patch of too-dry skin. Oh, it was maddening, all the details you needed to be aware ofwhen you were a teenage girl! Especially for the First Time! And gosh, when you had been a boy to start with, it took extrawork, like the Teacher said! Downstairs, in another part of the Teacher’s gracious suburbanhome, two men spoke. One, a distinguished looking man of perhapsfifty smoked a pipe and thoughtfully listened to his guest. Hewore an expensive well-worn herringbone jacket which hefrequently investigated for more pipe tobacco. The man speakingwas handsome, thirty, and in a good mood. From his casual dress,well-defined physique and confident demeanor, he might havepassed for a polite bouncer at a successful and upscalenightclub. “So,” the younger man continued, flexing an arm, “the subject isprepared to your satisfaction?” The older man grinned reassuringly. He nodded, the pipe neverleaving his mouth.”I see. Well, tell me, what should I look for in terms ofproblems or deviations from what you said I should expect?” Theyounger man pressed, deliberately if delicately. His numerousnegotiations in Asia had taught him the necessity of bringing upall details before closing a deal.The older man hooked his thumbs into the lapels of the Englishherringbone. He liked to wear it in the late afternoons in theFall on days like this. It was a pleasure wearing a jacket likethis. Maybe that’s why it seemed so appropriate to what he did. Looking in the other man’s eyes, he answered the question for thehundredth time. He could calm all their fears by now bypatiently explanation almost by rote.”Well,” he began slowly, “Kate has been disabused of any notionthat ‘she’ is a boy. The chastity belt allows her to relieveherself, but doesn’t allow for arousal. This will cause her painas I suspect arousal will occur at some future time,” he skippedover this as a feral gleam escaped from his guests eyes, “but shewill learn to accommodate it.””How?” demanded the guest sharply. All questions must beanswered.”Why, through three factors, actually. First, pharmacologically,her body chemistry has been altered. This was necessary in orderto begin the growth of her breasts. There is now more estrogenthat testosterone in the blood mix and she is now capable ofgenerating her own estrogen rather than injections. Thisalteration will stymie penile arousal while igniting thephyschological factor.””Which is?””Which-” he paused, clearly perturbed by being interrupted andshowing so,” has been implanted through neural nets and hypno-physchosis. These processes have supplanted many naturalimpulses and behavior vis a vis the male and female gender. Kate’s value system has been rearranged so to speak, the blocksof values previously held now in a different pattern, this havingbeen effected through the nets and hypno-processes.”Rather than interrupt again, the younger man shook his head inconfusion.The older man smiled. “All this means,” he waved his hands as ifto wave away the confusion, “is that whereas eight months agoKate was a boy, with all the natural inclinations and desires ofa fifteen year old boy, he is now she, a sixteen year old girl–with all the inhibitions and feelings of a teenage girl.””All?” pressed the other with a wicked smile.”Oh, yes. Well, most. It is impossible to erase all the maleidentity. But that is why the Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs issuch an important concept for you to understand in this regard. You’re familiar with it?”The man scratched his head. “I can tell you the price ofmicrochips in Singapore, but I confess, it has been awhile sinceI was back here at Elgin, sir. I don’t recall what it is, but itsounds familiar.”The older man’s eyes rolled in disappointment. “We take suchcare in devising this cirriculim for you boys, but–ah, well! Maslow was a clinical physchologist who discovered that withineach of us is a series of needs which we need to satisfy on ourway to self-actualization, a term which basically means completesatisfaction with our existence.The basics are, as you would expect, food, shelter, clothing, andthe like. Next comes what we would think of as physicalpleasure, then wealth and power and so forth. Well, in Kate’smind we have displaced the importance of female values with thatof male values. She now values female values as basic survivalvalues but is attracted toward male attributes in order to self-actualize. Understand now?”The quizzical look on the younger man’s face was the silent reply.”Very simple, you see. Kate finds absolutely none of the mysteryshe used to find in things she has been trained to think arefemale– things like beauty, grace, the desire to please, theurge to attract. Those things bahis siteleri are lower values, essentially theprice she pays for being what she is now– the price ofadmission.”Comprehension dawned quickly on the business executive’s face andhe nodded for the academic to continue.”What she secretly longs for and values are what she has beentaught are male attributes– strength, confidence and surenessof purpose, even selfishness.””So she what you’re saying, if I get it, is that Kate isn’t someprima donna beauty queen now, right?””Oh, far from it! She’s attractive, to be sure, but she doesn’tperceive her beauty to have any value in isolation from a male. None of what she has to offer has any value without a male toplease with her charms.” “And there isn’t any boy left in her?””There will be a marginal amount, but that is where the thirdfactor comes into play.”The man gestured with his finger. “I was going to ask you aboutthe third. Aren’t the first two sufficient?”The Headmaster’s eyes widened. “I haven’t educated and trainedjuveniles this long without discovering that old fashioneddiscipline works as many wonders as modern physchology andmedicine!””Very good, I see,” replied the guest. “Well, that takes care ofthe subject’s physical, emotional and mental well-being. Whatabout the legal implications of all this?” The Headmaster handed him a sheaf of papers in a manila folder,which his guest slowly paged through as the older man explained.”The subject is a scholarship student whom the Academy took on aspart of a program with the local authorities. The subject has noknown family, had been hosted by a number of foster homes, andwas dangerously close to being remanded to a county facility forjuvenile delinquents, when accepted here. As a result, thesubject was placed under the legal auspices of the Academy. Thesubject was delighted to be here.” The older man smiled archly. “No surprise there, of course. Were you aware that this is oneof the most exclusive boy’s preparatory schools in the nation? We can count seven presidents who prepped here and our scholasticachievements are too numerous to mention. Why our SAT average–“The younger man cut him off. “Sir, with all due respect, youforget I prepped here. I am well aware of the Academy’s well-deserved reputation. Please, please just continue,” he addedsmiling.The older man shrugged. One of the problems of dealing withyoungsters all day was that you could easily forget how to dealwith adults! He chuckled. “Of course, of course. My apologies! Anyway, it was reported back to the proper county offices andsocial workers that the subject was not fitting in well, that indeed, was causing difficulties for our other students. Naturally, the social worker who came to investigate thesubject’s disappearance was quite disgusted. When given thechance to get a first-class education all on scholarship, withoutthe county having to spend a dime, the fact the subject ranaway was enough to put the whole program into question.”The younger man was taken aback. “Then you’ve canceled theprogram to take these students on scholarship?” “Not at all,” the older man reassured him. “I reluctantly agreedto continue the program, which delighted the social worker to noend. Do you know that the county spends over thirty thousanddollars a year to– ah, but I am digressing. Back to the point. Yes, the program continues, but now only under the condition thatthe Academy not be plagued by constant visits from the SocialServices Office or regular reports. Elgin Academy graciouslyextended the program to accept these hardship students under thecondition that the only nuisance the county be allowed to ask foris a copy of the subject’s diploma upon graduation.”The younger man chuckled. “Well, how very convenient,Headmaster. And how very profitable!”The older man smiled in shared confidence. “Isn’t it, though? And with regard to that, I must thank you for your kindcontribution.” A grateful hand was offered, which the executivetook.”Say, Headmaster, could you turn on the monitor in Kate’s roomlike you did the last time I was here?” There was a slight jumpin his deep voice as he made the request. Like a k** taking apeek at a Christmas present, he thought in guilty excitement.The prep school headmaster nodded indulgently. “By all means. Let us see what the dear is up to.” He pulled a key from hisjacket pocket and unlocked the door of the wallmounted woodcabinet behind him. The opened door revealed a dark monitor. the academic punched in a code on the monitor console and themonitor expanded into a technicolor square.”She’s so damn cute!” The businessman looked at the small figureon the screen with rapt attention. “And she’s got a figure now–that was just starting the last time I was here!””Yes, Kate is filling out. As I’ve said before, she won’t everbe a Dolly Parton. In fact, what she’s got is probably allshe’ll ever have, though I haven’t had the heart to break it toher. Funny, that. At first, she required quite a bit of coaxingto get her to wear her training bra. She was so– obstreperous. ‘Why do I have to wear a bra?’, ‘I don’t like having breasts’,’I’m really a boy’ and all the rest. So ridiculous. But intime, she’s accepted them, more than that I would say! She’sbeen measuring herself every day, becoming ecstatic if she grew amicrometer! Always reading articles in her copies of Sassy ands*******n about breast size and so forth. Look at her– evennow, she’s obsessed with them!”The screen gave a clear view of what the Headmaster was referringto. Kate cupped her small breasts, lifting them and looking atherself in the mirror. Then she dropped her hands and thrust herchest out like a cadet, an unsatisfied look on her face.”So damn cute!” repeated the younger man roughly. Then,recovering himself a bit, turned to the Headmaster. “Sort oflooks like Jodie Foster, don’t you think?” He asked the questionself-consciously, almost self-congratulatory.”Of course she does, Edgar. After all, that’s what you told meyou wanted in a niece– a thin redhead with a pale complexion,sharp pretty features, slim hips, small breasts– all you askedfor. I believe you mentioned Jodie Foster as Kate’s physicalmodel, did you not?””Yeah, well I think you’re right.” The younger man’s eyesnarrowed. “Quite a babe that Jodie Foster. Anyway, what has shebeen told again?””That her uncle is coming for her today and he wants to see howmuch his niece has developed. That the last time güvenilir bahis you set eyes onher, she was very, very young. That her long-lost uncle is avery successful businessman who works in Asia. And that if sheis ‘mature’ enough, you’ll take her with you when you go back toAsia.”The exec’s eyes were fixed on the feminine figure primping on themonitor. “It’ll be wonderful to take her over there. The lifeof an expatriate is a lonely one and as I mentioned, the AIDSepidemic is getting quite virulent. It was obvious to me someeight months ago that the usual company with which I indulgedmyself was just getting to dangerous. Risky. Still,” his browcreased, “to be honest, even now I wonder if a real girl wasn’tthe way to go.”Headmaster shook his head. “Too expensive, even for you, Edgar. Besides, I’m sure she please you– except for the genital switch,there’s not a lot of difference now. And girls are far moredifficult to train. Besides this way you’re helping your almamater. Your ‘contribution’ pays off in two ways– it is tax-deductible plus you enjoy the benefit of a pretty, well-bredyoung companion. How else can you both save yourself a greatdeal of money, make our library expansion possible and gain sucha delightful traveling partner?” He pointed at the monitor withhis pipe. Edgar looked sheepish. “I’m so pleased to help the Academy. Thelibrary needed the new wing, Headmaster. I’m honored to be apart of the continuing success of the school. And delighted to bepart of your special extracurricular program, sir.”The academic pulled on his herringbone lapels and smiled broadly. “Anything for an alum of old Elgin! You know this program hasdone wonders for our fundraising. It is because of suchsupporters like you that our special education program works sowell. Do you remember your classmate John Worthington?”The younger man nodded. “Good old Jack! How is he? I heardhe’s the youngest ambassador ever appointed to France!””Oh yes, we’re quite proud of him at Elgin, as we are of you– Isaw you on the cover of BusinessWeek touting you as the country’shottest portfolio manager in the Far East. Anyway, John is goingto France and along with his wife and young son, he is bringingalong a nanny, a certain young lady of s*******n named Samantha.”The guest tried to trap a chuckle with his hand. “You’re notsuggesting old Jack–“The Headmaster smiled in amusement. “Let’s just say Samantha, alovely brown-haired thing, used to be a young street ruffiannamed Sammy or something! Too bad we can’t ‘help’ more of ourformer students this way, the school needs so much work.””Why not simply ask more alums if they’d be interested?”The Headmaster shook his head. “Believe it or not Edgar, mosttastes run to the rather ordinary. It takes a very specialperson to appreciate a delicacy like Katie or Samantha. And thegymnasium does need so much repair. I think our basketball teamcan have such a superlative season. Ah, but funds are lacking!”Edgar shrugged. “How much would you need to do a completerepair?”The older man scratched his graying head. “Perhaps two million–at least one.”Edgar smiled widely. “If Katie is half of what you promiseshe’ll be, I think we can find that money, Headmaster!””But Edgar, are you offering to donate–???””Please sir, I’m successful, but not that successful. However Ihave an idea. I’ll call you next year– by that time I’ll knowif it’s feasible.” On that mysterious note, the guest turnedintently on the older man. “I’d like to see what I have boughtnow, if that’s all right.”The Headmaster nodded and pushed a button at his desk. UpstairsKate heard the bell again, loud and insistent. “To let her knowher ‘uncle’ is coming up to see her,” the Headmaster explained.As the two men approached the small locked door, the Headmasterpressed some small items into the other man’s hands. He put hishand on the other man’s arm, the powerful biceps bulging underthe casual sports jacket.”I’ll let you two get acquainted. She’s dressed precisely as youwished– a pleasant deviation from the usual norm, I must say. Take as long as you like of course, the she can dress. Her bagsare packed and you can leave with her any time you like. If youhave any problems, contact me at once.” The headmaster gave himan understanding smile. “The initial training can be sticky, butshe is waiting for you. And as much as she is afraid of you–and will probably continue to be– she is just as secretlyexcited about being your ‘niece’ and everything that goes withit. Good luck old man, and see you at Homecoming next year.” With that, the older man walked down the stairs.The younger man looked at the items in his palm. There were two. One was a square plastic package that was labeled “Stud Condom–Ribbed For Extra Pleasure”. The other was a tiny key with asmall tab. It read simply “Kate.” He placed the key carefullyon his keychain, then opened the door.Kate stood facing him, head bowed but green eyes lookinganxiously at him. Her hands and arms nervously covered herchest, then with a forced jitter, dropped to her side, exposingher blue cotton brassiered chest. She chewed her lower lip, thenwith a supreme effort, smiled sweetly for her guest.”Hello, Uncle Edgar. I’m so glad to see you.” The words wereoffered like a gift that the giver knew, just knew, wasn’t goodenough, but had to try anyway.Uncle Edgar closed the door behind him and gestured for Kate toapproach him. With head bowed, she carefully walked over topresent herself to him, her hips swaying slightly, her handsraised and away from her hips. “Aren’t you going to give your Uncle a big kiss when I’ve comefrom so very far away to see my pretty niece?” he chided her.She smiled brightly at the compliment then and hoped, just hopedthat she would never ever make her new uncle mad. He seemed sohandsome and so nice. She threw her thin arms up and around hisbroad shoulders as best she could (he was so tall!) and, closingher eyes as taught, offered the red painted pouting lips up forhim to take as he wished. And even as she had hoped it would allbe nice for the First Time she met HIM, she felt his handsroughly reach down and squeeze her butt hard, then cup her littlebreasts. And she was afraid, afraid even though deep in herbeating heart she felt a new warm and dark thrill flowering. This wouldn’t be the kind of First Time she had expected at all,as he pressed her down to her knees. She thought, this is adifferent kind of First Time, even as he placed her hands on histhighs and forced the pink nailed fingers around his trouserzipper. And years later, even after her Uncle Edgar had taughther so much more, when she thought back to the First Time, Katewould shiver in terror and delight.

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