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Revolution. Such a big word. And for you it was a... pink... word. Because now pink banners flew over the partially destroyed buildings.

You never had any problems. Enough food, things to wear and a decent education. But the absence of a father was hard enough.

And now that you were 17 years old and approaching your graduation, you were looking forward to college.

But now, officers in pink stood in front of the door, handing your mother a letter.

Much crying later, you were taken away. A final hug from your mother, a final look and then... bus.

After hours of driving, you finally arrived at your new boarding school. You were ordered out the bus and told to stand in a row while the guards patroled you.

"Good evening, gentlemen", a commander yelled. "Welcome to Clarkdale Revaluation School, the first one of its kind. You will be given a new life here. Each one of you has his own room. Dinner starts at 7 PM, you will all be handed a pill afterwards. At exactly 8 PM, you will take the pill, alone in your room. Did you understand?"

A loud mumbling could be heard across the small yard.

"I'll take that as a yes. Good evening, gentlemen. Enjoy it while it lasts."

As you went to collect your suitcases and bags, the only thing you could see was the bus leaving the yard with all of your belongings. Sighs of anger and annoyance were clearly audible. With nothing else to do, you and the majority of the other started to explore the sleeping quarters.

Everything was just so... bright. And unfitting for boys, in general. No TVs, only books, make-up tables and similar things, but nothing what could be fun.

You found your small room. A comfortable bed, a big closet and a desk. However, everything was perfectly equipped. Pencils and pens laid on the desk, paper was in the drawer, pins for the pinwall and much more. But it somehow still felt... empty.

Dinner. Fair enough, the kitchen was pretty good. The lasagna tasted well and was filling, much different from what you had experienced in other school cantines. On your way out, you were handed a small plastic bag. Inside it laid a pink capsule. You had heard, what happened to other men in military and higher positions, making you gulp and think of what it would do to you.

When you came back to your dorm, you found a uniform laying on your bed. It was still pleated and you decided to lay it onto the desk until 8 PM.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

7:59. It will happen soon. Hastily, you undressed until you stodd naked in your room. You took the pill out of the small bag.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

8 PM. You gulped the pill down.

Instantly, you dropped back onto your bed. Your whole body felt like it was spasming out of control. And then you felt it; redemption.

A warm feeling overcame you. It hugged you deep and ran even deeper into your body. Everything felt so light and easy. So easy in fact, that you didn't even really realise what was happening to your body.

Your legs started to cramp. They basically threw off every single hair you had on them, leaving them smooth and soft. Your muscles were decimated and only left as reminders of your former youthly strength. Your legs now looked slender and thin, as your feet shrinked a few sizes and were left small and delicate.

Your upper thighs hadn't lost as much fat as the lower counterparts. As your hips expanded, they squeezed your erected dick between them. Your ass was expanding, too giving you a nice shape outwards and making you push your upper body outwards. But your erected dick wouldn't last long.

With an emtpy stare in your eyes, you dropped the tongue out of your mouth and grabbed your member one last time. As your hand moved up and down, the movement became quicker, but also shorter. Eventually, you held a small numb between your fingers which shrunk even further down. Your testicles disappeared without much of a trace.

The little numb finally disappearsed between your legs. However, your eager hand still followed it further, and you bit your lip as your fingers ran deep inside you.

Your moaning was almost atoned with the rest of the former boys around you, as they experienced a similar fate at the moment.

You still focused too much on the thrusting between your now slender legs, that you didn't care too much about your waist. It carved in and aligned your already flat stomach to the flatness of your crotch. Your upper torso started to bubble and cook again as the muscles there started to evaporate, leaving you with no notable features. Your arms became thin while your fingers, still partionally occupied with your new slit, became delicate and thin. Your hands became a bit smaller and looked a lot weaker now.

Now your torso acted up again. The redemptionous feeling increased once again, running deep into the veins on your chest. As mounds of flesh started to grow on it, you moaned in your still deeper voice. The tits grew, but only for a short time and they quickly stopped at a b-cup size, but left your newly sensitive nipples hard and upwards.

Your throat collapsed into itself. Your grunting became choking for a few seconds, before finally turning into a high and feminine moan after your adams-apple had retracted, moving your vocal cords alongside it.

Your final stage was your face. Your chin became a bit rounder, shifting your jaw alongside and creating a beautiful and soft jawline. Your mouth became a bit wider and your lips pluffed up a bit before turning even redder. Your nose became rounder and made you look a bit more cheeky, if not even a bit naughty. Your eyes became bigger and changed colour into a deep blue from your old brown ones. And finally your hair grew out. The long strains quickly reached to your chest, with some strains laying inside your new cleavage.

After one more hour of loud moaning from every side, silence slowly returned into the floors. A conscious exploration of the new bodily functions later, you finally stood up. You wanted to see a mirror. Still butt naked, you ran through the corridor and into the washing room - where you were confronted by the girm of your dreams. You looked at every single inch of her body, exploring her curves and forms before finally sighing in a mixture of disbelief and happiness. Then you realised you were naked in an community toilet.

"Welcome, ladies. I hope you all had a great evening and night, as this is probably a very new experience for you", the professor exclaimed in the first lesson the next day. "But be assured, you will grow to love the changes that have been undertaken. Proper manners, dressing, and so on will all be taught to you here. Considering that many of you will have a... scarred picture of what it means to be a women, mainly through such things as pornography, you will be taught to be the exact same as in those medias. So you know how it feels to be humiliated and used improperly."

But the whole classroom had already drifted out of attendence much earlier; the built in dildos on the chairs went deep and they vibrated. Brainwashing is the best way to get something in someones head. And when it's boys, or rather girls, like this, they should be treated no different.

Already after a week, your mindset had changed. Eight hours a day of something inside you and constant indoctrination of propaganda would get anyone in a mushy brain state. As one of the best in your class, you soon found yourself hip swinging up and down the hallways, biting on your lip when you went to "upgrade" your chair. The uniform had grown from a long dress to a more revealing outfit, too. Each good note would ease up the dresscode for the student; by now your uniform were only a thong, some stockings and white sneakers. The pleated skirt hid almost nothing of your juicy ass and your nipples pushed through the soft fabric of your tank top. And your private collection of other utilities was steadily growing, too.

Description
Revolution. Such a big word. And for you it was a... pink... word. Because now pink banners flew over the partially destroyed buildings.

You never had any problems. Enough food, things to wear and a decent education. But the absence of a father was hard enough.

And now that you were 17 years old and approaching your graduation, you were looking forward to college.

But now, officers in pink stood in front of the door, handing your mother a letter.

Much crying later, you were taken away. A final hug from your mother, a final look and then... bus.

After hours of driving, you finally arrived at your new boarding school. You were ordered out the bus and told to stand in a row while the guards patroled you.

"Good evening, gentlemen", a commander yelled. "Welcome to Clarkdale Revaluation School, the first one of its kind. You will be given a new life here. Each one of you has his own room. Dinner starts at 7 PM, you will all be handed a pill afterwards. At exactly 8 PM, you will take the pill, alone in your room. Did you understand?"

A loud mumbling could be heard across the small yard.

"I'll take that as a yes. Good evening, gentlemen. Enjoy it while it lasts."

As you went to collect your suitcases and bags, the only thing you could see was the bus leaving the yard with all of your belongings. Sighs of anger and annoyance were clearly audible. With nothing else to do, you and the majority of the other started to explore the sleeping quarters.

Everything was just so... bright. And unfitting for boys, in general. No TVs, only books, make-up tables and similar things, but nothing what could be fun.

You found your small room. A comfortable bed, a big closet and a desk. However, everything was perfectly equipped. Pencils and pens laid on the desk, paper was in the drawer, pins for the pinwall and much more. But it somehow still felt... empty.

Dinner. Fair enough, the kitchen was pretty good. The lasagna tasted well and was filling, much different from what you had experienced in other school cantines. On your way out, you were handed a small plastic bag. Inside it laid a pink capsule. You had heard, what happened to other men in military and higher positions, making you gulp and think of what it would do to you.

When you came back to your dorm, you found a uniform laying on your bed. It was still pleated and you decided to lay it onto the desk until 8 PM.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

7:59. It will happen soon. Hastily, you undressed until you stodd naked in your room. You took the pill out of the small bag.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

8 PM. You gulped the pill down.

Instantly, you dropped back onto your bed. Your whole body felt like it was spasming out of control. And then you felt it; redemption.

A warm feeling overcame you. It hugged you deep and ran even deeper into your body. Everything felt so light and easy. So easy in fact, that you didn't even really realise what was happening to your body.

Your legs started to cramp. They basically threw off every single hair you had on them, leaving them smooth and soft. Your muscles were decimated and only left as reminders of your former youthly strength. Your legs now looked slender and thin, as your feet shrinked a few sizes and were left small and delicate.

Your upper thighs hadn't lost as much fat as the lower counterparts. As your hips expanded, they squeezed your erected dick between them. Your ass was expanding, too giving you a nice shape outwards and making you push your upper body outwards. But your erected dick wouldn't last long.

With an emtpy stare in your eyes, you dropped the tongue out of your mouth and grabbed your member one last time. As your hand moved up and down, the movement became quicker, but also shorter. Eventually, you held a small numb between your fingers which shrunk even further down. Your testicles disappeared without much of a trace.

The little numb finally disappearsed between your legs. However, your eager hand still followed it further, and you bit your lip as your fingers ran deep inside you.

Your moaning was almost atoned with the rest of the former boys around you, as they experienced a similar fate at the moment.

You still focused too much on the thrusting between your now slender legs, that you didn't care too much about your waist. It carved in and aligned your already flat stomach to the flatness of your crotch. Your upper torso started to bubble and cook again as the muscles there started to evaporate, leaving you with no notable features. Your arms became thin while your fingers, still partionally occupied with your new slit, became delicate and thin. Your hands became a bit smaller and looked a lot weaker now.

Now your torso acted up again. The redemptionous feeling increased once again, running deep into the veins on your chest. As mounds of flesh started to grow on it, you moaned in your still deeper voice. The tits grew, but only for a short time and they quickly stopped at a b-cup size, but left your newly sensitive nipples hard and upwards.

Your throat collapsed into itself. Your grunting became choking for a few seconds, before finally turning into a high and feminine moan after your adams-apple had retracted, moving your vocal cords alongside it.

Your final stage was your face. Your chin became a bit rounder, shifting your jaw alongside and creating a beautiful and soft jawline. Your mouth became a bit wider and your lips pluffed up a bit before turning even redder. Your nose became rounder and made you look a bit more cheeky, if not even a bit naughty. Your eyes became bigger and changed colour into a deep blue from your old brown ones. And finally your hair grew out. The long strains quickly reached to your chest, with some strains laying inside your new cleavage.

After one more hour of loud moaning from every side, silence slowly returned into the floors. A conscious exploration of the new bodily functions later, you finally stood up. You wanted to see a mirror. Still butt naked, you ran through the corridor and into the washing room - where you were confronted by the girm of your dreams. You looked at every single inch of her body, exploring her curves and forms before finally sighing in a mixture of disbelief and happiness. Then you realised you were naked in an community toilet.

"Welcome, ladies. I hope you all had a great evening and night, as this is probably a very new experience for you", the professor exclaimed in the first lesson the next day. "But be assured, you will grow to love the changes that have been undertaken. Proper manners, dressing, and so on will all be taught to you here. Considering that many of you will have a... scarred picture of what it means to be a women, mainly through such things as pornography, you will be taught to be the exact same as in those medias. So you know how it feels to be humiliated and used improperly."

But the whole classroom had already drifted out of attendence much earlier; the built in dildos on the chairs went deep and they vibrated. Brainwashing is the best way to get something in someones head. And when it's boys, or rather girls, like this, they should be treated no different.

Already after a week, your mindset had changed. Eight hours a day of something inside you and constant indoctrination of propaganda would get anyone in a mushy brain state. As one of the best in your class, you soon found yourself hip swinging up and down the hallways, biting on your lip when you went to "upgrade" your chair. The uniform had grown from a long dress to a more revealing outfit, too. Each good note would ease up the dresscode for the student; by now your uniform were only a thong, some stockings and white sneakers. The pleated skirt hid almost nothing of your juicy ass and your nipples pushed through the soft fabric of your tank top. And your private collection of other utilities was steadily growing, too.