I hated going to school.

Ok, ‘hated’ maybe a bit strong. I didn’t mind most of it really. I’m smart enough that the work wasn’t hard, I was on the good side of average for both looks and athletics, and friends weren’t a problem. I was just social enough that the teachers ignored me, but not so social that my classmates paid me any attention. I sat in the back of the room, and was pretty much left alone.

Which is pretty much where I wanted things. So, to be honest, the only thing I hated was the uniform. One specific uniform. Morgan’s.

Morgan’s parents, the idiots, didn’t realize their child was a girl, and enrolled ‘him’ as a boy. Oh, Morgan seemed like a boy on the surface. There was a penis and balls. But one weekend of training had revealed the truth and eliminated anything boyish in that pretty little frame. Morgan was, and always will be a girl.

And at my house, she dressed that way. Frilly skirts, revealing halters, sexy lingerie. She could only wear basic bras and panties under her school uniform during the week. But pants hid her lovely legs, and boy shirts hid her budding cleavage. I longed to see her in class in knee socks and a plaid skirt.

I sighed and looked at my smartwatch. It was one of the older models, so the screen only had space for four apps. I only needed two - time and Morgan’s toys.

I tapped her device and, watching her, push her vibrations up a notch.

She shivered and smoothed her hair back from her ear. A very girlish gesture. I told her to grow her hair out just so she could do it. I wanted her to play with her hair anytime she wanted to come in class.

She played with her hair a lot.

After class, we met in the bathroom - the one on the far end end of the hall, further from the other classrooms.

“It hurts, Jovon,” she gasped, throwing herself in my arms. “My clit hurts so much!”

That was good. She habitually called it her clit, not a dick. “How does your pussy feel,” I asked, rubbing her ass.

“Lonely,” she cooed. “When can I feel you?”

I’d been playing with Morgan for about a year, ever since I’d discovered that her father was as perverted as I was.

At lunchtime, while the rest of our classmates were mobbing the cafeteria, Morgan and I slipped down to the basement storeroom. A couple years ago I managed to ‘find’ an extra key. The room used to be where I went to watch pornos. Now, I bring Morgan here.

Her panties were wet.

“Aw, too bad,” I teased the tip of her ‘clit’, the only thing I could reach when she wore her father’s chastity belt - all day, every weekday. “Somebody came like a boy.”

She looked miserable, poor thing. “I couldn’t help it when you turned up the vibrations again. My pussy felt so good, it was all I could do not to scream.”

I remembered the moment, in Geography, when Morgan began shifting in her seat, then covered her mouth while leaning into her arm. She was twitching for so long, I thought cum must have dripped down her leg. But looking at it now, she might have actually dry come. That was pretty normal for her now. Her panties could be soaked with pre-cum drizzle. A lot of dripping, but no big shot.

“You come too easy,” I teased.

“Make me come again, Jovon,” she rubbed against me. “I like how you make me come.”

“You like being my pussy?”

“I love being your pussy,” she moaned. “I can’t wait til you fuck me.”

I hadn’t fucked her yet. I said I was waiting until she was a real girl, but it was really because Morgan was desperate for it. Until then, I used small vibes and dildos. I wanted her stretched slowly. I wanted my cock to break her every time.

Her father seemed satisfied stoking her ‘clit’ every night at bath time. He didn’t seem to notice the Morgan didn’t really get hard any more.

My current phase of training would be more noticeable, but for Morgan, it would be worth it.

“You’re not girl enough yet. Soon, I think. You want lunch?”

She squealed. “Yes, please!” She dropped to her knees and began opening my pants.

Morgan gave excellent head. Greedy, tight, not afraid of choking. Drank down jizz like she wanted more. She moaned happily as she licked and sucked.

When I felt like I was close to giving her what she wanted, I turned on her vib again. She gasped and started to pull back. I grabbed her head. “Keep sucking, pussy. Maybe we’ll come together.”

She groaned happily, but sucking and moaning like she was was hard to do for long periods. I tried to help by fucking her mouth, but she kept losing her balance. Me tapping up the vib speed probably didn’t help.

Finally, I held her face still. “I’m coming, Morgan! I’m gonna shoot jizz down your throat! Drink - drink my jizz!” I shot a big load. My cock’s thick more than long, but my balls are huge. I always shoot a lot. Seriously, a lot. That’s probably why I’m a pervert.

Morgan gulped and gasped. She managed to drink it all almost every time. “Oh, God,” she sighed, collapsing on the floor. “I’m coming again.” She lay there, twitching and convulsing, her ‘clit’ seemed to have a slow leak of whitish water, but never got hard. “Oh, God! That feels so good!”

It was actually an effort not to fuck her right then.

I let her lie there, enjoying the vibrator as I pulled my clothes up. Then I turned the vib off, and let her breathing level out.

“You ready?”

“No,” she pouted.

“Behave,” I smacked her thigh. “Lift your legs.”

She still pouted, but she lifted her legs so I could pull out the vib. “Ok. Get dressed.” I put the vib in a zip bag and gave it to Morgan for cleaning later.

When Morgan was dressed and looking as boyish as possible, we went to the lunch room. We always had to eat quickly, but I didn’t mind. Morgan’s pre-meal dose of vitamin-J was important.

“Don’t forget your girl pill,” I handed Morgan the supplement. She swallowed it immediately, grinning.

Estrogen. Turned out to be easier to obtain than I expected. I’d been giving them to Morgan for a couple weeks, and her breasts were just beginning to bud.

I don’t actually like big tits so I won’t get a second set of pills, but I thought Morgan would like them. And growing them slowly would feed her need to become a ‘real girl’.

Mondays, Morgan went home. His father gave him a stern lecture on the evils of sin, bathed him, checked Morgan’s purity, and then anointed him with the ‘seed of man’ to protect his from the vice of lust. They did that four nights a week, then Friday to Monday morning Morgan was with me.

Morgan’s father was truly a sick man. His sexual frustration was locked up with some twisted religious practices. He’d put a chastity belt on Mogan in elementary school when a girl kissed the child. Morgan - who was hopelessly naive - thought it was odd that his father took a bath with him and ‘anointed’ him daily in high school, but never thought there was anything wrong with it.

Actually, I thought jacking off on a young boy’s face sounded beautiful. I just knew it was considered perverted and sick, and wasn’t part of some holy doctrine.

I spent my week nights with my servants, Tiffany and Margaret. My parents live on the other side of town because my mother and I are too much alike and my father was having a nervous breakdown. Mom shows up occasionally to make sure that I’m eating and that child services hasn’t put me in a foster home. Or jail.

Tiffany, formerly known as Timothy, was my father’s business partner. Once a month or so, ‘he’ put on a suit, went to the office, and acted like a big boy. Most of time, however, she worked from home in a frilly skirt and cleaned the house. Both of my girls lactate, but Tiffany drips so she wears clamps as part of her uniform. She was having electrolysis done weekly; soon, she would be permanently free of all hair from her face down.

If Morgan was with me, Tiffany took my school things to my room and went to her room for the night. If I was alone, she sucked my cock hard then presented her ass pussy for a proper fucking. Right at the front door. Tiffany could only come from ass fucking now. Her dick only got hard when she peed. She liked sleeping with an ass full of jizz, so after I came, I’d plug her.

Margaret, my cook, was the opposite. Margaret did all the public things - shopping, school events, etc. - fully crossdressed. Margaret used to be my school guidance counselor Mr. Lawrence. Mr. Lawrence lost a bet with me. I made him wear lace panties for a week. The week stretched out to a month, and panties became bras and stockings. When I showed up at his home with a full outfit, he let me in. I took him shopping for everything he needed to start being my woman. When the school told him he couldn’t crossdress on the job, he resigned without my permission.

On the one hand, I love how devoted he was to being my woman. On the other hand, though, I hadn’t fucked him at the school yet, so I was a bit disappointed.

So Margaret still can get hard. Margaret was required to jack off daily to remind herself that she isn’t quite my woman. I liked making her wear toys under her dresses and jack off for me in public places. I always came on her, not in her - since she’s not a woman, there’s no point in breeding her. Margaret shaved everywhere but her dick, just to make the point even when she was naked.

My week nights were pretty dull. Fuck Tiffany in the foyer, have dinner, fuck Margaret wherever, do homework, play a game or goof off online, then bed.

Morgan gets to school early so she can put her vib in her pussy before I see her. When I get to school, I turn it on. If she’s wearing it, she gets to come before class.

She greeted me with a warm hug. Everyone in school knew we were gay, so it wasn’t a big deal. “Good morning, Jovon!” She wriggled against me. “I came twice already,” she whispered in my ear, “and I think I’m gonna come again!”

I checked my wrist and found I had set it really high this morning. I let her have the third, then turned the toy off.

“Meanie,” she pouted.

All day I played with her vib, never letting it go over half speed, but never turning it off, either. I didn’t let her come again until lunchtime. By then, cum had soaked her panties and had wet her pants. You couldn’t see a stain outside yet, but only because it wasn’t too big.

I let her come before she sucked me off, and again after. Her dick stayed limp as cum dripped almost non-stop from it. The fact that she could come continuously from just the vibe in her pussy made me start wondering what to work on next.

As she was getting redressed, I noticed that her bra no longer bunched loosely. The AA-cup was actually full. The estrogen was working beautifully.

“We might have to go buy you new bras this weekend,” I said.

“I can’t come over this weekend.”

“What?”

“It’s my 17th birthday. Dad has one of his crazy rituals. He said he has to make me a man. It must be a big one, because my mom will be there.”

I tried not to snarl. It frightened Morgan when I did that. That psycho sonofabitch was going to make my sweet girl fuck his mother!

Well, that’s what I would do, at any rate. Actually, it would be fun to watch if I thought Morgan could get it up for a woman. Or, indeed, at all. I’m pretty sure Morgan’s dick wouldn’t get hard if you filled it with lead.

No. I’ve spent the last year making this pretty boy my own special girl-toy-pussy and I am not about to let her father try to undo all that.

Morgan stopped me as we finished lunch and - in front of everyone, mind you - kissed me, very quickly, on the lips. “Dad can’t make me a man. I’m waiting for you to make me your woman.” She bounced down the hall to her chemistry class, leaving me stunned.

Tonight. I am fucking her tonight.

I had PE second to last period, and biology last period, so this semester I didn’t see Morgan after lunch. Today, however, I rushed out of class so I could catch her at her locker before she left. I could probably take her up to one of the third floor classrooms and fuck her there. It wouldn’t be the romantic first night I was planning, but c’est la vie.

“Jovon!” Someone called my name while I waited.

I turned to see Sarah, another classmate, coming toward me.

“Jovon, give this to Morgan tomorrow for me, ok?” She handed me a calculator.

“You give it to him.” I shrugged. “He’ll be here in a sec.”

“He left early, before Algebra ended.”

“What?”

She shrugged. “His dad showed up, he left. His dad’s weird, y’know? I mean, Morgan is weird, but sweet weird. Morgan’s dad is like the house you don’t trick-or-treat at weird.

“Yeah,” I agreed, taking the calculator.

“K. Thanks.” She headed off, unaware of the crisis. “Bye.”

I considered my options. Let things happen. Sicko tries to make a man out of a little girl, and hopefully doesn’t get violent when that fails. Or, I could go to their house, and assuming they are there, perform some daring rescue of my damsel is distress.

Or, I could do the smartest, most irritating choice. Call my mom.

Calling my mom ranks with dental surgery and lima bean casserole on the list of ‘things you want in your life.’ But sex cults were a hobby of hers, so if this was more than something Sicko made up in his head, she’d know something.

I went home and tried to think of a better idea. I couldn’t, so I called her.

“CJJ Accounting,” the chipper voice said, “how may I direct your call?”

“It’s Jovon. Is Charlotte there?”

“Just a moment.” She put me on hold. “Sir? I’m sorry. She’s not in at the moment. May I take a message?”

“She is in, otherwise you wouldn’t have had to put me on hold for her to tell you that. Tell her that I need her help, and see if she’s still out.”

I got put on hold again.

“Do you need bail money,” Mom asked when she picked up.

“No. One of my toys is about to be raped by a sex club and I want to get her back.”

“Since when do you lend your toys?”

“I don’t. Her father’s a perv. He wants to make a man out of her.”

“Not the same little trap I helped you with last year!”

“Yes, her.”

“A whole year, and you want it back? I would have thought you’d have worn that one out by now.”

“I haven’t even fucked her yet.”

Mom went silent. When she spoke again, her tone was different. “What do you need?”

“She told me today that her parents were doing a big ritual this weekend because she turns 17, and her dad wants to make her a man.”

“Is this that Spirit of the Holy Evangelical guy?”

“Yeah, that’s the group.”

“They do have a coming of age ceremony that starts pretty young. Sixteen, seventeen. They put a bunch girls in a room with a bunch of same aged guys and let them fuck for a night. The ones that get knocked up, they declare adults, and marry them. They do it every quarter or so, or until all the boys have wives.”

“Could be fun to watch,” I admitted. “But Morgan can’t even get it up for a girl, and they can’t actually breed her, so this would just fuck with her head.”

“Uh huh.” Mom was typing, not listening. “Give me an hour or so. How’s Tim?”

“She’s fine.”

“He was moping the last time your father saw him. If you are going to ignore your old toys in favor of this new one, give Tim back to me.”

“I’m not ignoring Tiffany. I fuck her every night.”

“One and done, eh? Poor thing. I used to peg him until he couldn’t walk.”

Tiffany did like a good hard night. And I hadn’t fucked her more than once in a night since I started to train Morgan. I hadn’t taken Margaret out for a public jack off in a while either. “I can maintain my own toys, Charlotte. Thanks.”

“As soon as you have trouble, you can always come home.”

I like my boys in dresses; mother like them in leather. Both of us in the same house was a recipe for disaster. “I can handle it.”

“Fine. Give me an hour. I’ll call you back.” She hung up.

I had fucked Tiffany as soon as I came home, as usual, but I went to find her again. She and Margaret were in the living room chatting.

“Tiffany,” I called her, “snack time.” I opened my pants, and Tiffany quickly moved to suck my dick. “Margaret, get ready to give your sister a nice drink.” Margaret lifted her skirt and started jacking off.

Tiff was good at it, so it didn’t take long to get me hard again. “Ok. Enough. Turn around.” I moved her panties, pulled out her plug and rammed in. “Margaret, let her get it herself.”

“Yes, sir,” Margaret sighed. She rammed her dick in Tiffany’s mouth, and we banged her from both ends until all three of us shot off.

It really was fun when we all joined in. I should do this at least once a week. Morgan and Tiffany will have to trade off being breed. Or I’ll have to do two sets. I’ll figure out something. Just as soon as Morgan comes home.

Mother called back after two hours.

“Ok. I found it. S.H.E. is having the ceremony Friday night. You and your parents are expected there at 3pm.”

“My parents! Why are you going?”

“Me?! Have you forgotten who your mother is? I wouldn’t be caught dead in a room full of teenage virgins ruining a good fuck. I emailed Tim the address and an invitation. He and Mark can be your parents for the night.”

“I still don’t understand why I need parents.”

“Because you’ll never get in the place without them. I did a web chat with S.H.E., and told them that I used to be a member, but we’d left. Now my son was seventeen and I wanted to have him do the ceremony. The only thing they asked was did you have proper chastity training. I said yes, so make sure you wear a belt and give your ‘father’ the key. There’s an official thing he has to do.”

I explained to Tiffany and Margaret what was going on.

“That’s horrible!” Margaret exploded. “Our poor Morgan! She’s not a boy; of course we’ll help. Tiffany, can you do that anointing bullshit?”

Tiffany bit her lip. “God. Do I even have a dick anymore? I - I’ll try.”

“No,” Margaret shook her head. “I’ll do it. I’ll have to buy some mens clothes, though. I haven’t worn pants in ages. Is that alright, sir? If we switch on Friday?”

I had this weird sensation like my whole body was warm. Like the nice feeling after a really good orgasm. Then I realized I was feeling an emotion. One of the good ones, but I can never tell them apart. “Yeah, this one time, it’ll be ok. I was wondering about you two feeling left out with Morgan.”

“Oh no, sir.” Tiffany smiled. “Morgan is so perfect for you. We’re your slaves, but she’s a wonderful girlfriend.”

“And she trained so easily,” Margaret added.

“Oh.” The feeling got weirder. “Good. So, when this is over, I’ll work out the fuck schedule. And the milking. I haven’t milked your tits in a while, have I?” They both shook their heads. “Ok, as soon as we get Morgan back, I’ll milk all three of you.”

Charlotte sent the official website link, which made the group look like a respectable religion. She also sent a chat board of people who had escaped the cult and gave a real idea of what they do. I was lucky in that it really did look like they banned all sexual knowledge, so the other kids would be virgins. And since they thought Morgan was a boy, he was unlikely to get raped before I did it. Parents were expected to watch from the sidelines and not participate or get frisky among themselves.