Chapter 24

We got back home the day before school started again. I’d had so much fun over the school holidays and I wasn’t looking forward to going back. Also, I was so knackered that after checking that I had something to wear for school, I went to bed.

The next morning Ben woke me in the best possible way and that sort of set me up ready to face what I was expecting to be a crap day starting year 10.

The weather wasn’t too bad as I walked down the lane to the main road to catch the bus to school. I remembered that I’d decided to get a bike to go down that lane and made a mental note to ask Ben to take me to get one.

“Did you read that letter that was sent to our parents?” One of the girls on the bus asked.

“Nope, I’ve been away for most of the holidays and I only got back yesterday. I don’t suppose it was anything interesting anyway.”

“That depends on what you call interesting. It was all about the school going gender neutral.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s all about women who want to be men and men who want to be women.”

“I’m quite happy being a girl.” I replied.

“Yeah, so am I, but there are a couple of kids a school who look a bit odd, maybe they want to change sex.”

“Weird.”

“Yeah.”

I saw Piper as I got off the bus and ran over to her, hugged her and we linked arms to walk in.

“Hi there stranger, had a good summer break.” I asked.

“Hi Cherry, yes thanks, I went away with this nymphomaniac and she forced me to have sex with her uncle and some strange man that we met there.”

“Oh poor you; it must have been awful for you. Seriously though, I saw your dad groping your bare butt at the airport. Did he finger you like he did me?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait until him and me are home alone.”

“Hey Piper, have you heard about this gender neutral letter crap?”

“I haven’t read it but mum has. She told me that it wouldn’t affect me so I didn’t bother reading it, maybe we’ll find out more later.

“You going commando under that long skirt again Piper?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t face putting undies on. And I’ve got 2 skirts on. The top one is to please mum. It’s coming off just as soon as I get to my locker.”

“Is the other skirt a nice short one?”

“Yeah, not quite as short as yours though. I’m not as brave as you. Have you grown over the summer Cherry? Your ultra-short micro skirt looks even shorter than it did last term.”

“Dunno; not measured myself.”

We walked in and to our lockers. Without any hesitation Piper unfastened her outer skirt and let it drop to the floor. As she bent to pick it up a passing boy said,

“Nice cunt girl.”

Piper giggled a little and I said,

“Fuck girl, you managed to flash your bald beaver before I did, I must be getting old.”

“I’m sure that you’ll make up for it later, you always do.”

On the first morning of each new school year there is an assembly where the headmaster welcomes everyone back and introduces any new teachers. I was looking forward to seeing him again and hoped that Piper’s and my lunchtime detentions in his office would continue.

Anyway, after the welcome part he started telling everyone that the school was now gender neutral; part of the school governor’s and the county council’s new policy on equality.

There’s always a bit of background chatter in assemblies but that soon disappeared as the headmaster announced that he was no longer the headmaster, that he was now the head teacher.

“Big deal; what’s in a title?” I thought.

Then the first bombshell,

“Boys will no longer be referred to as boys and girls will no longer be referred to as girls.”

“What the fuck!” I thought.

“All pupils will be known as ‘young people’ or ‘young person’ or ‘children’ or ‘child’ or their first name. Definitely not as ‘boy’ or ‘girl’.”

Then the second bombshell,

“Last year pupils split into genders for some subjects. That will all stop. If a child did metal work last year and they want to do needlework this year, they can. If they did dressmaking last year and they want to do woodwork this year they can.

PE will have a similar change although the changes are a bit more fundamental. The changing rooms have been re-modelled over the summer and there are no longer girls changing room and boys changing rooms.

Those of you who are getting worried, relax. In the new changing rooms there are quite a number of individual cubicles for changing and quite a number of individual cubicles with showers in them as well as the communal areas and showers. It is up to you which you use.”

When the headmaster said that I smiled and thought about the fun that I was going to have. I looked at Piper and she too was smiling.

As for sporting activities, we will be having the same ones as last year but every child will be able to choose which sports they take part in. No restrictions.”

I heard Piper whisper,

“I’m sticking to gymnastics.”

I smiled and thought about rugby scrums. Being in the middle of one of those could be real fun.

The headmaster continued,

“Some of you early birds may have already noticed that the toilets have also been re-modelled. They have been combined and a lot of new cubicles installed. This should not be a problem.

Dress code is another thing that has changed, not that out previous one had much detail. It now reads,

‘All pupils are expected to wear clean and presentable clothing.’ That’s it, just the one line.

For you lazy ones that means clean, ironed and not torn. Other than that there are no restrictions. If anyone formerly known as boy wants to wear a dress or skirt, or even a bra, then they may do so. As for those formerly known as girls, most of you already dress as what used to be called boys clothes a lot of the time.”

That last statement got a few laughs and sniggers. I thought about how I could use that change.

Continuing, the headmaster said,

“In the letter that I sent to all parents was a request for any parent who was not happy with the changes, to contact me. None have so I assume that they are all happy to for you to comply with the changes.

Now the teachers; those of you who bothered to read the timetables that were emailed out to you, may just have noticed that teachers are no longer called ‘Mr’ or ‘Miss’ they will be referred to by their first name.

Right, that’s just about it; it only leaves me two things to say. Firstly I would like to apologise in advance for both myself and for all the teachers. I am sure that most of us will slip up at times and refer to you as boy or girl. That will be just an unintended mistake.

Secondly, we have 2 new teachers, Frank Johnson and Erica Rose. Frank will be taking year 10 and 11 Geography and Erica will be joining our newly formed, combined PE team.

Right, that’s it, file out in the usual way and go to your home rooms.”

Just about everyone in the hall must have started talking at the same time because the noise suddenly got deafening, but we managed to get out and to our home room.

We had a new home room teacher that year, a Harry Jones. Neither Piper nor I had had him teach us before but we’d seen him around and he isn’t that bad looking. Without talking about it we both went to the front row and managed to get a seat. Piper and I smiled at each other, each of us knowing what the other was thinking.

After a few words of explanation, he got up from his desk and came to the front of each row of desks and handed each of the front row a pile of books for us to pass back. Harry was still in front of me as I slid a book off the pile and turned to pass the others back. In doing so, my feet spread to get balance and I slid my chair back a bit. It was only when I turned back to face the front that I saw Harry looking down at my legs that were bare right up to my stomach.

He couldn’t see much of my pussy but he now knew that I was knickerless and bald under my very short skirt.

“Not a bad start for less than an hour into the new term That blue powder that Sir John send me certainly is keeping me horny.” I thought.

Our eyes met as Harry looked up, and I smiled at him. With the help of a spoonful of the blue powder in my morning OJ, and my pre-school activities with Ben and my bike, I was feeling quite horny.

Harry walked back and forth across the room as he talked and I watched his eye as they darted from where he was going, to my bare legs, then to Piper’s bare legs then back to where he was going.

Just after he had passed us one time, I looked at Piper and we each gave the thumbs-up sign.

Piper and I didn’t really get the chance to talk between the mornings lessons and just before the lunch break a kid walked into our class and gave our teacher a note. She read it then told Piper and me to report to the head teacher’s office at the end of the lesson. I smiled and replied,

“Yes Alison.” Calling a teacher by her first name still seemed a little strange, especially as I’d called her Miss Green for the past couple of years.

My spirits immediately lifted in anticipation of the headmaster fucking us both.

Piper and I weren’t disappointed, but it was a quickie. He had a lot on his mind and he told us that he was grateful for the short distraction.

“Is that all we are?” I thought, but I didn’t really care. He has a nice cock and he knows how to use it.

As we were getting dressed, the headmaster said that I was particularly eager to get laid.

“I’m just eager to get back into the routine that we had last school year sir.” I replied.

“So am I Cherry.” He said.

Then he commented on our all-over tans and asked us if we’d been anywhere nice. We both said. “Ibiza” at the same time, then I added that we had only got back the previous day.

“Alright for some, I’ve been here for the past 6 weeks making sure that everything would be ready for today. You girls don’t know how lucky you are.”

“Sir, aren’t you supposed to call us by some gender neutral name or something.”

“As far as I’m concerned there are only 2 genders and which one you are id determined by what you’ve got between your legs. Tell you what girls; I’ll just call you a good fuck. Will that do?”

“Works for me.” I replied.

“Me too.” Piper added.

“I see that both of you have grown over the holidays. Not that I’m complaining or telling you to get some new ones, but both of your skirts look shorter than they did last school year.”

“My pussy isn’t showing is it sir?” I asked.

“Not when you just stand there but I’m sure that it will when you bend over or go up the stairs or sit down without crossing your legs.”

“Do they break the new uniform rules sir?” Piper asked.

“Well no, but they might have done if I hadn’t of insisted that the rule was kept short and simple.”

“Thank you sir.” Both Piper and I said, almost together.

“Oh,” the headmaster said, “has anyone told you that the business meetings start again Wednesday next week? I hope that you’ll both be there.”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world sir.” Piper replied.

I made a mental note to phone Jenny to see when the Monday swimming lessons were starting again.

“So sir, do you think that there will be many problems with the boys and girls sharing the same changing facilities for PE lessons?” Piper asked.

“I’m sure that there will, but if anyone complains I’m just going to tell them to use the individual cubicles and lock themselves in.”

“So we’re going to be able to shower with the boys sir.”

“If you choose to use the communal showers. And we’ve got to stop calling you girls and boys, that’s not politically correct anymore.”

“But I AM a girl and I’ve just been fucked by a man.” Piper said. “That’s never going to change for me.”

“Me too girls, but we have to follow the new standards. Oh, you both may wish to go on the internet and look at the list of the 70 plus different genders that someone has dreamt up. I’m sure that it will give you a good laugh.”

“My pussy tells me that I’m a girl; and I like it.” I said.

“I like you being a girl too Cherry,” the headmaster replied. “Now I think that you’d better be on your way if you want to get something to eat before the bell goes.”

As we walked out of his office, his secretary was just returning from her lunch. She looked at Piper and me and I’m sure that she wondered what was going on.

“I hate these lunchtime detentions.” I said to Piper making sure that the secretary could hear me.

“Yeah, I’m sick of reading Chaucer books.” Piper replied.

We went and got a sandwich from the vending machines and went outside to eat it. We sat on the grass to eat and noticed some boys staring at our legs. They could probably see our pussies as well but we didn’t care. Besides, the way that I was feeling I was more than happy for them to see my pussy.

Just before we finished eating a small group of cliquey girls walked passed and I heard one say,

“I see that those 2 sluts still can’t afford to buy decent skirts.”

Another said,

“And they still can’t afford knickers.”

Of course Piper and I just ignored them.

“I’m going for a pee Piper, you coming?”

“No, but I’ll let you make me if you like; but I need to pee as well.” Piper replied.

As we walked into the new, shared toilets I looked around and said,

“Fucking hell Piper, this could be fun.”

Down both sides of the room were rows of cubicles with toilets in them. Down in one corner was a partitioned area (no doors) with 4 urinals. In the middle of the room was 2 big metal, round sinks with 4 taps on each.

“Pee.” I said and headed to one of the cubicles half way down one side.

I walked in, turned round, didn’t shut the door, pulled my skirt up and sat on the toilet. As I peed I looked out of the cubicle and could see 2 girls and 3 boys all washing their hands. Two of the boys were looking over to me, watching me having a pee.

When I was done I stood up. Grabbed some paper and wiped my pussy. Then I dropped the paper in the toilet and flushed it.

As I shimmied my skirt down I looked as the boys.

“What?” I said, “Never seen a girl pee before?”

The boys turned and walked out without drying their hands.

Piper joined me at a sink and as we washed out hands she said,

“Did you just have a pee without closing the door Cherry?”

“Yeah, I never do. When I lived with my parents the bathroom didn’t have a door because my dad smashed it off one time that he was drunk; and at my new home I don’t bother because Ben has watched me pee loads of times.”

“Wow, I’ll have to think about doing that. I don’t suppose that my dad or brother would mind but my mum would throw a wobbler.”

“Just do it here then. If these crazy school governors want to change things like this then they’ll have to accept that kids will do what I’ve just done.”

“Maybe we can watch some boys having a pee?”

“And embarrass the poor little things.” I joked.

The afternoon went okay, in one class I had a man teacher that I hadn’t had before. As I walked in I went straight to the front row hoping for a chance to flash him. Why don’t the other girls (apart from Piper) want to sit on the front row?

I got my chance quite soon, but not in the way that I expected. He asked for a volunteer to write things on the board and when no one volunteered he picked on me. I was soon stood in front of the whole class reaching up to the top of the board. Every time that I reached up my tiny skirt went up as well.

The whole class got a great view of my bare butt and each time that there was a pause in writing I turned to face the teacher to wait for the next bit that I had to write. The first time that I turned to him he stopped mid-sentence when he saw the front of my bare slit. I was pleased that I’d put on a tight-ish skirt on that morning.

I acted like I was fully covered and each time that I turned to face him I watched his eyes stare at me slit.

The rest of the class got a look too because I didn’t pull my skirt back down as I walked back to my desk.

On the school bus on the way home I got out my timetable to see what I’d got the next day. I saw PE in one of the boxes and decided that if it wasn’t raining I was going to say that I wanted to play rugby. My pussy tingled at the thought of me being in the middle of a rugby scrum wearing my very short tennis skirt and a baggy T shirt that I usually wore for PE at the end of the last year. I just hoped that the PE teacher would let me play without proper rugby clothes and boots.

I thought about the gymnastics that I’d be missing, but that could keep until the weather started to get cold.

When I got off the bus I had a look in the little wood beside the lane that I walk along to get to the cottage. It is nice being in a wood with no one else around, nice and quiet (apart from the noise from the cars on the main road) and I stopped and lifted the front of my skirt up then rubbed my clit for a bit. Not enough to make me cum, but enough to make me feel better that I had been for most of the day.

I picked out a tree that I thought that I’d be able to chain my bike to.

As I walked back up the lane I thought about how horny I’d been all day. Could I cope with being that horny all day at school until I ran out of the blue powder? Maybe I should give the blue powder a miss when I’m going to school.

“If I do, I’ll have enough to last me until I’m an old lady.” I thought; then I smiled thinking about me as a little old lady still taking an aphrodisiac.

Back at the cottage I stripped then slowly wandered around the place, I hadn’t seen much of it in the last couple of months and I just wanted to absorb the place, remember just how happy I am living there, and happy with my life.

I wanted to go for a walk but I didn’t have the time so I told myself that I would go for a walk on the weekend, maybe go over to the farm and see Mick and Chloe and Duke and Foxy. I felt my pussy get wet at the thought of Duke licking my pussy.

I’d just got the food started when Ben got home, driving his new land rover.

“Like your new car Ben?” I asked.

“Yep; and you’ll like it too when I have to take you to your swimming lessons in the middle of winter, it’s got a great heater.”

“Can we go into town on Saturday and buy me a bike please Ben?” I asked.

When he said that we could, I explained why I wanted one. I actually gave him both reasons, the obvious one and that I want to raise the seat and make myself cum as I pedal to and from the school bus.

Ben laughed then asked me if I wanted a girls bike or a boys bike.

“Not sure, is the only difference a cross-bar?”

“As far as I know it is, oh, and maybe the colour.”

“I don’t give a shit about the colour but I could maybe have some fun with a cross-bar. And I want a long chain and padlock for it so that I can lock it to a tree.”

“We should be able to find a chain in town. If not I’m sure that Mick will knock something together for you.”

“I was thinking of going over to the farm on Sunday if the weather is okay. Is that okay with you?”

“Why did you ask Cherry, you normally just go whenever you want; you know that you don’t have to ask and that I trust you.”

“Well yes, but I thought that it would be nice to ask.”

“Are you getting soft as you get older Cherry, or did you get too much sun on that yacht and in Ibiza?”

“No, I can never get enough sun; I just wanted to be nice to you.”

Ben stepped over to me, hugged me and said,

“I’m so glad that my dumb-ass brother is such a dick-head.”

“I love you too Ben; please let go of me and get those work clothes off. You’re getting mud all over my tits.”

Ben stepped back, smiled and reached over and tweaked my right nipple.

“Gerroff.” I said and slapped his hand.

As we were eating I asked Ben if he’s seen a letter from the school. He said not, but got up and went and looked through the pile of un-opened letters.

“Yeah, got it.”

“Maybe you should read all of those letters Ben.” I suggested.

Ben was silent as he read the letter from the school. After a minute or so he said,

“Bloody hell, the world has gone mad; the lunatics are running the asylum. This is so crazy it’s beyond a joke; these politically correct idiots are just whiney, overly sensitive pansies who need everything sugar-coated for them. Do you know about what’s in this stupid letter Cherry?”

“Yes, it started today.”

“So exactly what’s changed?”

I explained everything that I knew then told him that I was thinking about playing Rugby in PE the next day.

“Bloody hell Cherry, you’re tiny, they’ll flatten you, squash you into the grass.”

“Maybe, but think about me in the middle of a scrum wearing just my tennis skirt and a baggy T shirt.”

“Oh, I see; I see what you’re going to do, or should I say get. Well good luck to you but you must be careful; those big, fat teenage boys could walk straight through you.”

“I think that I can handle that. I’m small, fast and a kick in the balls can bring down any man, or boy. I looked after myself then I was living with my parents so I think I can handle this.”

“Yeah, you probably can, you are a bit of a tomboy; but you must be careful, I don’t want to get a phone call telling me that you’re in hospital.”

“If you do I can guarantee that there will be a boy in the next bed with worse injuries than me.”

Ben laughed then said,

“Yes, I can believe that, but you take care.”

“And you read that pile of mail.” I replied.

After a silent pause I told Ben that I’d had some of the blue powder in my OJ that morning.

“So you’ve been horny all day have you? I bet that it was distracting you. Maybe you should give it a miss during the week, I’d hate for it to affect your school work.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I think that I’ll just take it on a Friday evening before the Poker session then again on a Saturday and Sunday morning.”

“Probably for the best Cherry.”

That evening I phoned Jenny and confirmed the start of the swimming lessons then phoned Piper to let her know. Then I went on the internet to look at the list of genders.

When I found it and read through it I thought that it was all stupid, and so did Ben when I showed it to him. There was only one new gender that I liked the look of, and that’s ‘Gender Fluid’. I thought it could be handy to use if I wanted to pretend to be a boy whenever I want to. After all, I’ve always been a bit of a Tomboy.