Chapter 1: First Day at School

A big SUV drove down the wealthy streets of Manhattan on the way to the very prominent and expensive Moore Academy: Middle School for Girls. Tiffany, sitting next to her mother Ann, was nervous. So she should be, it would be her first year at the private school and today was her first day. She was irritated that her mom made her transfer schools, but her mom insisted that her education was of the up most importance. Her mom had said that this school was innovative and was very independent in their way of teaching. A famous millionaire artist built this school, which was just opened, who had an interest in modeling, made the school to his liking. Tiffany's mom always pressured her to go into modeling, and this was Ann's chance to get her daughter on the right track. Tiffany was interested in finding out their methods of education, and thinking about this made her feel more at ease on the stressful drive.

Tiffany's mom, Ann couldn't feel more different than her young daughter. Exited as she was for her only child to starting school this year, she had other things were on her mind. Her ass and pussy still ached from the kinky sex she had last night, and she only craved more. Ann couldn't help but fidget in her seat. This caught her daughter's attention.

"Is something wrong mom?"

"O no it's nothing I promise". Replied Ann.

"GOD, I'm turning into a little nymph, always thinking sex all the time, it must be my new boyfriend" Ann thought while driving through an affluent shopping district.

She couldn't help but stare at all the men's crotches, and even checking out some of the cute girls walking around or shopping.

I wonder why I never noticed until recently how beautiful girls could be, Ann reflected, as she looked at all the tight skirts and long legs dolled up in high-heels.

"Damn mom, I think you missed the turn." Tiffany said breaking her mom from her daydream.

As Ann regained her composure she stopped the car. She apologized to Tiffany and studied a map. She turned the car around, and twenty minutes later the school was in sight. The school looked old, and was made out of huge stone blocks. It had a gothic style and the walls were tall and menacing. They pulled into the parking lot and made their way on to the well-manicured school grounds. On the first day the parents would meet the principal while attending an orientation seminar with their daughters. The duo walked up the stone steps and went though the huge oak doors. As they walked through the corridor, they both came to a realization.

"This is most out of the ordinary," Tiffany thought, as she started scanning the students while they tried to find their way to the orientation room. Most of all the students she saw were very attractive. Some looked like they were the same age as her, thirteen. While others looked a just a little bit older. And almost all of them were blond just like her. Most had blue eyes. Odd she thought, but dismissed the thought considering it a coincidence. Ann was thinking the same thing. And she couldn't help but ogle all the innocent flesh. She unconsciously started undressing the girls with her mind, imagining how pointy the schoolgirl's tits must be, while wondering if other girls had pubic hair or not. But almost as soon as she started thinking about it, she snapped out of the charged thoughts. Ann was ashamed of herself, and started to blush.

"Why am I thinking about such things?" She almost said out loud as her face reddened.

But she knew she could not help it. She kept on staring. All these nubile, young teenagers were making her exited. Ann could feel her pussy moistening, and her nipples were starting to show through her thin blouse. She tried to repress the feelings and followed the signs to the theater with her daughter. They entered the theater and sat down in the available seats. The lights were dimmed low, and once all the parents and schoolgirls had situated in their respective seats, the lights started to illuminate brighter. Everyone quieted as a short, round woman came out on the stage.

"Hello everyone" the lady said, talking into the microphone.

"My name is Ms. Vandergrift, and I'm the principal here and the Moore Academy. As you all probably know, this is the first year of this school, and because of the different, and demanding curriculum we have started this school year with a small student body. More than twenty times the amount of students who are here now was rejected of enrollment. We decided on you because of your previous grades and conduct in your prior schooling and..."

Tiffany wasn't interested in the boring speech, she just wanted to know what her class schedule was going to be like, and if she could get into one of the modeling courses without taking any prerequisites.

After about a half- hour, Ms. Vandergrift started talking about the dress code. Tiffany perked up her ears. She didn't think she would be wearing a school outfit and didn't like the idea.

"We will enforce a strict dress code here. The PE teacher will take your measurements individually and we will supply your outfits. Now, if there aren't any more questions the parents can leave, and you all can follow me."

Ann didn't want to leave so soon. She enjoyed being around so many attractive girls, but she hugged and comforted Tiffany and was soon rushing back to her penthouse apartment. She was looking forward to some more kinky sex with her newfound boyfriend. And he had those wonderful pills. She had to get some more of them, no matter what.

Tiffany followed the rest of the students into the gymnasium where a tall dark woman was standing. "She's so voluptuous" Tiffany thought as she eyed the buxom female. Her breasts were massive, only contained by a spandex tank top. The shorts she was wearing were also spandex. They looked to tight and molded to her skin. The piece of material ended right below her ass. Tiffany thought that this outfit definitely was not appropriate to be worn by a teacher, but this was a liberal school and didn't think much about it. She could also see the woman smiling at the girls while looking up and down their bodies. She told them her name was Maria and instructed the girls to get into two lines, one for the fourteen to fifteen year olds, and the other line for the twelve to thirteen year olds.

Tiffany noticed a table full of candies and pastries. How nice she thought, and started liking the new school.

Maria first told the schoolgirls to eat some of the delicacies on the table, telling them it would help relax them on this awkward first day. The girls chewed down the candy, which had relaxants, sedatives not to mention and mind-altering hallucinogens. Then Maria told the girls to strip down to their underwear. The girls couldn't believe it; at least they could have some privacy. Maria heard murmurs and whispers about how they wouldn't strip, so Maria decided to take the situation into her own hands. She raised her voice above the murmurs and shouted,

"YOU WILL STRIP. Why? Because I have to take your measurements and provide you with your school outfits and your PE exercise attire."

All of a sudden this all made sense to the girls and they all started to take off their clothes. Maria was in heaven. She was almost drooling at the sight of about thirty stunning looking teens standing in just their little bras and panties. She eyed out the most attractive girl of the bunch, telling the teen to come to her.

"Hey you, what's your name?" Maria said huskily.

"Uh me, Tiffany."

"Okay, your first."

Tiffany walked over to her and stood about three feet in front of her. Maria inched in and held up the tape measure to her breasts. "You have such nice tits my darling," she whispered, as the tape measure pressured Tiffany's nipples. Maria did the same to her waist and hips, but making sure to feel and touch Tiffany's young body, even running her hands on her panties where her pubic hair was. Tiffany was felt awkward; her teacher was giving her amazing sensations that she had never felt before. The dirty words she was whispering in her ear were turning her on, but Tiffany knew it was wrong to feel this way and tried to repress the pleasure.

After what seemed forever, Maria jotted down some notes and handed to piece of paper to Tiffany. She then asked Tiffany to put on her clothes and go down the hall to room 108b and get her new outfits. As she entered, she saw the room had been changed into a make shift photo shoot. There were many different kinds of outfits, and all of them looked skimpy. The lady sitting down at the desk rushed towards her, and seemed very happy to see her.

"Give me the your measurements so I can find your clothes." Eva said, as she studied Tiffany. "Damn, this girl is fucking hot" she thought. Tiffany had a perfect body. Her tits had been growing rapidly in the past year and she was already a B cup. Her legs were muscular, and her thighs were thick, ending in a nice round ass. But she was tall for her age and would grow a lot more, convincing Tiffany's mom that she would grow into a blond bombshell. So what better to do with a young beautiful young girl like Tiffany: learn how to model.

Tiffany gave the paper to the lady, and a few minutes later she came back with a handful of clothes and shoes.

"Now go to the dressing room and try them on." She said.

"Which one should put on first?" Tiffany said lowering her eyes, hoping that she wouldn't have to wear the bikini.

"Put on the swimsuit first, we have to make sure it fits, so it doesn't fall off in your swim class for PE. And put on a pair of those shoes. We'll make sure they fit as well."

In the dressing room she looked at the little pink bikini. The top was skimpy, consisting of only two tiny triangles. The triangles were very thin, almost transparent. The rest of the top was just a bunch of thin strings, meant to be tied around the back. Tiffany took off her clothes and looked herself in the mirror. As she peeped at her body she realized how fabulous she was. I've grown into a good-looking young lady she thought, as she turned around to peek at her bottom, cupping her breasts imaging how much bigger they would become. She put on the bikini top, but the top was too small for her breasts. The sides and inner flesh of her tits weren't concealed. The thin bikini triangle went down just the middle of her tits. Only the nipples were covered, revealing the rest of her skin. The fabric was so tight at the bottom that her breasts arched high. They looked like they would pop out. Tiffany was blushing as she put on the bottoms.

The second piece of the bikini was even smaller. Maria must have got my measurements wrong, Tiffany thought. She had to stretch the elastic material in order to pull the bottoms up around her hips. The strings that went around her hips dug into her skin, because it was so tight. She turned around to look at her ass. Tiffany could hardly see any fabric at all. Had the bikini been a few sizes bigger it would have covered a little, but it was to small. As hard as she tried, Tiffany could not pull out any of the fabric that was deep in her ass. Every time she did this the material scrunched back inside her ass cheeks. The front side of the bikini was just as bad. The tiny piece couldn't cover all of her blond pussy hair. Tiffany had to pull the triangle up, towards her tits to cover up the pubes. As she did this, Tiffany felt the bikini fabric tighten around her asshole and pussy. Now the material was extremely tight. Her pussy lips were distinctly outlined in the front, and in the back, her ass was basically nude.

Tiffany stood in the small room trying to figure out what to do. " I can't be seen like this." She said out load, turning around again to look at the unruly condition of her body. But the drugs were starting to take affect, and she kept dazing into the mirror.

"Tiffany?..." Eva said.

"Yeah"

"What's taking you so long, it's only a swimsuit, come on out. And remember, the shoes."

Tiffany bent down to put on the pink heels, and prepared herself to walk out into the room. The four-inch high heels made her ass stick out even more, putting an arch in her back, and defined her long, well developed legs. She felt lightheaded and unusually comfortable as she stumbled into the makeshift "studio".

"My God, you look stunning." Said the teacher turned fashion consultant.

"I dunno. Its too small, I think Miss Maria got my measurements wrong." The self-conscious teen said.

"O no, it fits you perfectly. You should be proud to have such a nice body. A lot of women would die to be able to put on that bikini and look like that. Come on now, turn around and let me see you."

Tiffany's face was visibly reddening as her heels clacked on the hard wood floor. She gave a quick 360 and stared at her feet, obviously feeling bashful at the way the stranger looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Tiffany tried to hang her arms strait down her chest so they covered as much breast as possible, while she tried to cover her outlined genital area with the palms of her hands. Tiffany was in a state of humiliation and just stood there. Eva, for a second, thought this schoolgirl was going to masturbate right in front of her! Damn these drugs work wonders she thought, but quickly realized it was only Tiffany's embarrassed condition that made the hands travel down south to cover herself up.