School of Black Ch 1.

"How did I get into this mess," Marcus though. A cool breeze tickled his legs and- well other stuff too now, and made him feel naked. What the hell am I going to do for the rest of the summer looking like this?

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Goodrich Academy for troubled youth was supposed to be an easy out for him. No juvie, no house arrest, just few months in a special summer school and the state would finally leave Marcus Fulson be. Lying bastards. Not two days into orientation week and the school was already warning him for being late and not wearing the uniform correctly. They were quick to punish. He received a final warning about his shirt being untucked from his hall supervisor and was sent to the Dean's office. 

Oddly, he wasn't even granted an audience, the secretary took his note from the supervisor and sent him back to his room. Marcus thought he had gotten away punishment free, why else would they say nothing and send him back to his room for the day? He locked the door behind him as he went inside his small quarters and plopped down on the small bed. "If this is the way I get "punished" for stuff here, the next few months are gonna be cake."

A few moments later he thought he heard a snake somewhere inside his room, a low hissing in the walls caused him to jump up and look around for whatever was making that sound. That was when he noticed a faint smokey gas was being pumped into the room from the vents above his bed. Believing he was thinking quickly he tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge. He tried the locks several times but there was something else holding the door in place. "Let me out of here, there's smoke in here!" He slammed and kicked the door but nothing worked. The smoke soon overwhelmed Marcus, though it didn't seem to suffocate him. He only had a few moments to be confused about this odd smoke, because a strong sleepiness took over. He could barely stumble to his bed before he was completely unconscious.

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Marcus dreamed he was standing with his back to the edge of a cliff while a young woman in an Academy uniform stood in front of him and spoke without words. She reached out with both arms and seemed to beg him to come to her. Marcus looked back to the cliff. There was no way he could survive if he fell, he thought, it was too high and he . Suddenly the woman spoke with his voice, "wake up" she said, then smiled and as if with the force of a gale wind pushed Marcus from the cliff. As the rocks rushed toward him, he could see a reflection in the water. He drew closer and closer and saw that he looked like the woman who had pushed him.

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Marcus shot out of bed in a cold sweat, the nightmare felt as real as anything he'd ever lived and he still felt like his stomach was in his throat. As he began to calm down, Marcus began remembering what made him pass out, the gas had dissipated and his door was slightly open, the fluorescent light from the hall illuminated a thin band of his darkened room. It was the middle of the night already? Sliding out of bed, he noticed a pile of clothes he hadn't seen before sitting on the desk. Was this some kind of insane joke? The clothes were a complete women's uniform down to the panties, the same uniform the girl wore in his dream. Underneath it all was a note emblazoned with the school's crest at the top.

The note read:

Mr. Fulson,
Your recent behavior has deemed you fit for additional administrative attention. Tomorrow, you will report to Ms. Justinia with your new uniform at 8am sharp.

-Dean of Students,

Carla Black

Marcus couldn't believe it. They actually expected him to wear the girl's clothing? He crumpled the note and dropped it and the uniform in the wastebin. He didn't care what they decided to do to him, they would never get him to cross-dress. Marcus sat awhile silently looking at the clothes in the wastebin, arguing with himself the ethics of a school forcing a man into womens clothes as a punishment. He finally convinced himself they could never really do it, but the threat was meant to try and scare him into acting more like how they wanted. Yawning deeply, Marcus glanced at the clock and decided all this thinking was getting him nowhere, and that he needed to get some sleep before tomorrow's activities. He quickly drifted off to sleep, dreaming again of the girl from the cliff.

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The next morning, Ms. Justinia seemed unsurprised to see Marcus standing in the doorway of her office...underdressed. "You were given explicit instructions to come to me in the uniform given, Mr. Fulson. I'm afraid im going to have to put you in our expanded program." Marcus stepped closer and leaned in, "fine, do whatever you want but im not wearing a skirt." he spat. "I think you'll find the Dean rather more persuasive than me, I think it's time you were formally introduced."

Marcus only saw her for a few moments for the first time the day before and didn't really get a good look at her. The woman was a knockout. Long sexy legs and wide hips were home in a grey pencil skirt, while large breasts were hugged together into a tight half buttoned violet shirt. Her jet black hair framed her beautiful face, and just for a moment, Marcus was sure that her green eyes glowed.

"Ms. Justinia tells me you refuse my directions, care to explain why?" Marcus barely heard her words, as he was transfixed on Ms. Black's massive busoms.

"U-um, well, I wouldn't have even fit those clothes ma'am", he studdered, kicking himself mentally for such a stupid reason. What was wrong with him, he was never this way around older women.

Ms. Black looked at something on her desk."I see, well we can make a few alterations, but you will be required to dress appropirately from now on, is that clear, Mr. Fulson?"

The next several minutes were like a blur, somehow he had ended up back in his room sitting on the edge of the bed. It was like the Dean's body had put him in some kind of trance. Marcus slouched over and looked down at his feet, head still swimming with images of Ms. Black and the girl in his dream, when he noticed the hissing sound and faint smokiness in his room. This time Marcus was unable to pull himself up, and fell back onto the bed. A warm tingling began pulsing out from within his chest. Unable to move or even speak, Marcus was stuck looking down at his body while the sensation moved from his chest to his hands and feet. The odd tingling seemed to dance across his skin like once when an old lover of his would run her fingernails across his muscles to see him twitch. The memory, along with the tingles caused him to get a hard-on which apparently was not lost on whatever magic was messing with him. The warmth and tingling centered on his hardening dick, growing hotter and more intense each second. Within moments he blew his load on his chest, which seemed to disappear as it touched his skin. As he laid there sweaty in the afterglow, the tingling faded, and was replaced by sharp pains all over his body.

It was excruciating. All of Marcus' muscles were tight and he could feel what felt like his bones were twisting. The skin on his face burned and a brown blanket filled his vision. A burning stabbed at his chest, and his small male areolas grew wider and pinker. His engorged nipples grew to the size of pencil erasers while under the muscle of his pecs, fatty tissue began pushing the taught skin out, inflating into huge globes of flesh Marcus immediately recognized as tits. Horror filled his thoughts, he must've been dreaming again, like the last time the room filled with the gas. But, he couldn't shake the very real sensations of this transformation. Not given to leave a job half finished, the changes to his body moved south towards his diminished dick. Slowly, Marcus watched his maleness shrink away and up into his body along with his balls with a audible slurp. The cavity opened up and Marcus could feel a new tingling inside where his dick used to sit. "A pussy?" he thought, "i've got a fucking pussy, now?."

The rest of his body finished shifting into a much more feminine shape shortly after, and his strength somewhat returned a few minutes later. Marcus laid there a while, trying to wrap his head around what happened to him. Weakly, he pulled himself into a seated position, remarking just how goddam heavy his new breasts were. "His breasts", the idea taunted him. He needed to see himself. All of himself. Legs shaking, he limped slowly to his closet to use the tall mirror inside.

"Holy shit..." was all he could say for a while, repeating it with emphasis at each point of his new flesh that he saw. Marcus had been given the alterations Ms. Black spoke of, he was certain this was all her doing. Damn, sexy witch. His exploration would have to wait until morning, as a familiar tiredness fell over him. Marcus managed to plop back onto the sweat soaked bed and was asleep before he could notice.

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