Finishing School

My new lady friend is a successful professional woman of unusual style and deep somewhat secret passion. She is tall, brunette, blue eyed, well toned but not thin, large busted and very curvy. One day she asks that I run by a girl's school and check it out. Her daughter, I presume from a previous marriage is coming to live with her. The school looks like the best private girls school money can by. It is vacation time, so no students are about. I go to the head mistresses office and am greeted by a very stylish and sexy secretary who offers me a drink while I wait. The head mistress is stunning we chat about the program while the secretary periodically fills my glass and I sip away. I learn that the school finishes young women preparing them to be wives of the rich and decadent. As she speaks I find myself more and more enthralled. She explains that her students receive a drink daily that removes the will making them open to the required training. I ask about this and she shows me a cube with swirling patterns. As I stare into it mesmerized. I'm conscious of her voice explaining what will happen to a student, I find myself agreeing that it is a great program. She asks if I would like to see more. I agree, a little surprised at how much time has passed since we started talking. After another drink she takes me to the school store and asks if I would enjoy being fitted out in a school uniform for my tour. I agree with delight. The short skirt (with a bra beneath , for proper lines), white blouse, blazer, tie, knee socks and shoes feel exactly right. She looks at me and suggests that the second stop could be the school salon. I agree that it would be best if an apparent student did not appear to be in drag. At the salon the stylist outdoes herself. Lotion causes my hair to grow to mid back, a mud bath and wax removes all my body hair, hair styling, make-up and nail extensions follow to my increasing pleasure. The head mistress greets me as I leave the salon. Her complements on my looks cause me to melt with delight. We enjoy afternoon tea and I enjoy more of the school girls' drink. With the day getting on she suggests I stay the night and we continue in the morning. We have time for one more visit - the school nurse. I accept that one shot in each breast and each hip will help me enjoy the experience more. After the nurse, I'm shown a room in the dorm. It is super feminine and has loaded closets I'm delighted to learn are in my size. After settling in the room I briefly wonder if accepting the tour (and add-ons) was wise, until I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I lose myself in trying things on, adjusting make-up, hair styles, and exploring the room. I settle down, appropriately attired, among the pillows with a glamour magazine, I'd never realized just how interesting these were, and later a book of erotica, which seemed to live in my mind as I read. I fall to dreams of being taken, and after a while I reach over to the night table take the dildo I've found there, and push it between my cheeks. All the way in. It seems to take on a life of its own, pulsing, throbbing, vibrating and thrusting in a most stimulating way. It stretches and fills me with each passing moment stimulating me more and more. I surrender to the feelings and soon climax. As I do the device shoots a load of hot cum into me. It tingles and spreads. I know it is transforming me more and more with every passing minute, but I can't resist as the pleasure has started to grow again. The night passes both quickly and so slowly. It seems I've been receiving great anal & transforming sex forever. I awaken and get ready. I'm surprised and delighted as well as a little scared at how firmly the transformation has started to take hold of me. It would be hard to convince anyone that I was a man. The head mistress calls at the specified hour. I've been instructed to wear a garter, stockings and no panties. She is going to give me a sample of a day in the school. I can't wait. After a quick breakfast and more of the drink I've come to crave we revisit the nurse for more shots. While waiting I get lost again staring into the swirling cube and chatting with the Mistress. The Mistress has started calling me by a girls' name. I know she's got it wrong but I go along because I enjoy the name. Later I find myself in class, an older style room with wooden desks. I'm seated at one. Mistress moves to the front and commands me to sit up straight and pay attention. I obey instantly. As I do, I'm seemingly locked into position as if bound to the chair and desk. I can't seem to move no matter how hard I try. The Mistress places a learning circlet on my head and attaches big hoop earring to my ears a bracelet on each wrist and ankle and a gold choker around my neck. The metal fuses as each closes and I know that I'll not be able to remove them. Class starts with a swirl on the projection screen and an insistent pulsing of a probe arising form my chair. Amplified sensation overwhelms me and I again surrender, all the while conscious that at the edge of awareness there is a voice telling me things. Time blurs, the sensations include a growing felling of emptiness and need where my manhood one was continue in pleasurable pulses. Programming continues taking hold more and more with each pulse of pleasure. Lunch and drinks are served at the desk , this is a special catch up class I'm told and there is no time for regular activities. Later we make our way to another class room this one is a lab, a make-up lab! Without conscious thought, I expertly apply my make-up. Upon command I remove it and replace it with another look, then another, this time more sluttish. Mistress compliments my skill, I know that I've been irresistibly programmed to love this. I can't resist and don't really care. Mistress informs me that she insists on a healthy body and takes me to the gym. The gym uniform has a under layer - almost like a body stocking with hundreds of little wires running through it. The wires are densest in erogenous zones. I apply a special lotion then the under suit which seems to form a second skin then disappear. I finish dressing in tights and a leotard as Mistress explains the function of the suit. It will let gym equipment exercise me according to my personal program. She starts the gym program and I find myself moving to the mat to stretch. I can't seem to think and don't really want too. I let the program take control and accept the pleasure it offers in return. It is again late and Mistress suggests I spend another evening. No question the answer is yes. I share my concern that the transformation may be going too far and she assures me that it is my choice. Anytime I wish to stop I can. I find this comforting even though I'm quite aware that I've been programmed and drugged to want nothing except to be fully transformed into a woman. The days blur into each day more. Skills are programmed and my body becomes fully female. After about a week I meet with the head Mistress in her office, my lady friend is also there. She asks me my impressions of the school. I gush like a 10 year old school girl which to all intents and purposes is what I am. She asks the head mistress to enroll me in grade 10. I try to protest but can't, this is going to be too much fun. The Head mistress and my new mom discuss my options, I'm to be conditioned as a bisexual erotic ladies maid, statue/mannequin and bondage sex toy. My new mom and I take a spa, shopping and beach vacation before the start of term.