Chapter 3 - The Purple Quill of Friendship

	Mitchel spends the next several days becoming increasingly sullen. His need to cum is clear enough to anyone who sees him, but he does his best to hold out. He does the chores he is ordered to do, but doesn't do any more than he has to. His attitude gets snappy, almost bitchy, as the tension and ache of his blue balls makes him quick to curse at anyone that annoys him. Anytime Mitchel comes across Sam in the hallways, they avoid each other'; Mitch is not even able to make eye contact, while Sam turns her nose up at the otter and sticks with her small clique of friends that look like they’d castrate the otter if he even tried to ask Sam for the time of day after what he did. Ms. Nightfang meanwhile has been happy to let Mitch stew in his own juices, after the first day of him avoiding her rather then come to her to see what he‘d have to do to be able to cum. She has other students to attend to after all. 

	Mitchel can swear that it seems that the girls as are wearing more revealing clothing in the past few days. Every day. everywhere he seems to turn there is something to remind him of sex, but it's mostly due to his arousal and frustration coloring his vision. Worst of all is that in all his moodiness, he’s not noticed he has never gotten back the dirty clothes he sent to be washed back until he is down to only one pair of clean clothes. 

	Its only then that Mitchel finally decides to visit Ms. Nightfang hoping to be in and out quickly. He makes his way through the main building of the school the room that serves as the headmistress’ Office. He barges in, not bothering to knock and blurts out, "Where the hell are my clothes? People keep taking them away to be washed, but they never come back with them!” 

	"My my, Is that any way to talk to a Lady?" She asks as she looks down to the rude boy. Her purple eyes seem to stare right into him, making him shiver a bit as he is reminded of what she did to him. It seems the even Selene herself wears the most provocative dresses she owns, some looking barely a step up from Lingerie to the boy’s eyes. But unlike others, Selene really was dressing sexually, she was anticipating this meeting after she informed staff not to return the boy’s clothes. She wanted to make this meeting as uncomfortable as possible for him. 

	Today she was wearing a two piece deep purple outfit, the top looking like a halter top which shows off most of her cleavage and just a bit of her areola when she moves just right. Her top is loose enough that anytime she leans forward over her desk; her breasts sway back and forth like a pair of pendulums. The bottom half might be considered a dress, but looks more like long loin cloth, as it is open on both sides to allow her long sexy legs and ass to be seen with little trouble. To top it all off he was wearing a pair of six inch heels that shaped her legs to be as curvy as possible to increase their attractiveness. 

	This all has the intended effect as Mitchel swallows and feels an ache deep in his gut from his blue balls, he shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips to try and power through this without thinking of sex. He tries to look away as he says, "A real lady doesn't dress like that." He says with a bit of a sneer as he throws her open sexuality right back in her face.

	Ms. Nightfang grins widely at that, showing off her sharp fanged teeth, her eyes widening almost as if surprised by the outburst "OH? So you know how a lady dresses do you?" She asks in a sweet voice that drips with poison honey as she looks down to the boy, her eyes narrowing a bit, tempting him to dig himself deeper.

	Mitchel frowns and says, "My mother would never let my sisters dress in something so slutty." Trying to say the thing that he feel would be least offensive. 

	Ms. Nightfang simply continues to grin at the boy’s response. "Really now?” She asks as she stands up and walks over to the boy, letting him see her in her full glory, ever the goddess when it comes to sheer beauty. “Well then, since you know so much about what a lady would and would not wear, maybe I need to consult your mother about your clothing arrangements. After all… Mommy knows best!" She says with such glee in her voice

	Mitchel frowns at that, "My clothes are just fine! Just give them back!" he replies, his ears flattening to his head as he backs away from the headmistress, trying to keep his eyes on the floor, but with her proximity he just ends up staring at her shapely legs. 

	Ms. Nightfang continues to grin that sickening sweet yet sadistic smile of hers. She was almost enjoying this too much. "Well maybe you should have thought of that before you started making demands of your elders and implying that you know better than them.” She says and pats his shoulder as she starts to escort him out of her office. “You'll have fresh clothes at the end of the day. As always, it's your choice. You can either wear them, or go naked and let everyone see your little 'problem'"

	Mitchel turns and storms off in frustration and anger at that, slamming the door behind him. After a moment he hears a voice: "Ya do know yer never gunna to get anywhere at tha rate yer go'n right?" it’s a soft masculine voice with a British accent. Mitchel glances over at the voice‘s owner, scowling as he‘s not in the mood to talk to anyone.

Leaning against a wall is slightly familiar figure, a Hedgehog with short spiky quills that fades from black to blue to purple at the tips. Mitchel has seen him occasionally in the cafeteria, always eating alone. He's currently dressed in a leather jacket, with no shirt underneath showing off his well toned and masculine chest, worn acid faded jeans, and black leather biker boots. His green eyes look over to Mitchel as the otter scowls at him. "Light’n up, man. Ya really thin’ yer tha first ta be in yer position?"

	"What position?" Mitchel replies with a frown.

	"Dude dropped off 'ere by 'is family, then ‘ad ta with tha 'eadmistress as she turns ya life upside down." He replies.

	Mitchel sighs as he walks a bit closer and leans against the wall, trying not to attract to much attention to their talk as he glances to the hedgehog as if he were speaking to another prisoner, "So how long have you been here?"

	"‘Bout three months now. Parents dropped me off because they thought I was a bit… off kilter. Not all right in tha 'ead. Miz Nightfang promised 'em tha’ she could 'fix' me for'n I did somethin’ really stupid."

	"And did she?" The otter asks. 

	"She takes 'er time, and it depends on what one considers fixed. It also depends on ‘ow much ya please or displease 'er. Tha nicer ya are ta 'er tha better off ya are. Ya seen Sam. 'e wanted it. Never gave 'er any problems. ‘e'll be go'n 'ome soon nuff." The Hedgehog replies.

	Mitchel frowns again, then asks, "So what is she trying to do to you?"

	"She's trying ta curb what my parents thin’ are 'suicidal' tendencies. Ya got ta understand, I live what most would consider a 'privileged' life. My family is old money, so on tha surface it looks like I got tha best of everything; I wen’ ta the preppiest of prep schools, had all tha cuttin’ edge tech, phones, game systems, TVs, etc… Ya know tha ‘ole nine yards and den sum." He says as he stretches out, cracking his joints a bit. 

	"And frankly, it’s borin as all 'ell. Day in, Day out e’erythin’ tha same. So to get some excitement I started doing well... insane and stupid stuff. Started by accident, but the rush was too good ta pass up. Eventually I earned me the nickname 'Cyko'. I made those wankas on Jackass look like Pussies. Dangerous, yea. but 'ell it's been the only times I e’er felt truly alive..." ‘Cyko' says with a wistful sigh. “This ‘ell’ole is almost as bad…”

	Mitchel grunts, "Well, making you not try to kill yourself sounds a hell of a lot better than what she's trying to do to me..."

	"Ya'd thin’ that yea... Till ya understand jes ‘ow far she’ll go." Cyko says shaking his head "I'm like ya are. I'm not tha type tha’ bends ta authority. Mouthed off one ta many times saying she wanted ta make me a pussy like all tha uthers in this school… and she decided ta make it a bit more lit'ral..." He replies and looks down.

	Mitchel narrows his eyes at that, "What? What do you mean?" He asks, not quite sure what Ms. Nightfang could do, based on what he’s seen so far.

	"Git yer ass over 'ere and I'll show ya..." Cyko says and grabs the otter by the arm and yanks him over. The hedgehog then does what Mitch was likely least expecting: He undoes his pants, lowering them just a bit. Showing off the boxers he wears, that seem to be very loose in the front, and promptly moves them aside to show the rather feminine cleft he has their now rather than the proud sheath he should have.

	Mitchel's jaw drops and he looks up at the hedgehog, "You're a girl!?" he whispers sharply, clearly not getting that he used to have male bits down there. He also can't help the massive erection pushing out at the front of his own pants, as his inability to cum has him primed for even the /thought/ of sex, let alone seeing a pussy.

	"'ell no idiot." He scowls at the otter. "I'm a guy like ya are. Ya see any fuckin’ tits on me?" He asks, and the sighs as Mitchel seems to do a double take in looking him over to see that he has not even a hint of curves and his chest is rather chiseled for a 15 year old boy. "Like I said, She took my words lit'rally about making me a pussy, and the bitch actually gave me one!"

	Mitchel shakes his head, backing up a bit but still kind starting at the other boy‘s cleft, "That isn't possible... This is all so fucked up!"

	"Tha’ bitch is a witch or sumthin‘. She uses magic to effect e’erythin’ within the 'alls of this old church. But yer right about it be'n all fucked up. Least ya still get 'ard. Fer me, it feels like I'm pissin’ myself at the slightest bit of arousal. Fuckin’ bitch... I gotta work 'ard at keepin’ myself straight, else I start thinkin’ ‘bout cocks like yers violating me..." The hedgehog explains as Mitch tries to wrap his head around all this.

	Mitchel shudders and blushes hearing that last sentience, and his hands move to try to obscure his bulge somewhat, "Does... does it work? L-like... the real thing? How does it feel? What's it like?" He asks, these being the normal questions that any boy might ask if confronted with this kind of impossible situation.

	Cyko blinks at that and shakes his head a bit, as the questions making him blush a bit and he drops his tough guy guard a bit. "S-supposedly…” He says and shakes his head as he tries to regain his composure. “Ya thin’ I'd give tha’ bitch tha satisfaction of knowin’ I diddle myself? Been ignorin’ it as much as I can, cept for when I pee or shower..." He says, and once more starting to seem a bit nervous at this... Maybe he shouldn't have showed the other boy after all... 

	Mitchel tries looks away as he notices the dark furred folds starting to glisten in the artificial lights, "Right... but... if she can do that... why leave Sam with a dick? If Sam wants to be a girl so bad, why not just make Sam a girl so that she is all better? Instead of leaving her stuck in the middle like that?" He asks, finding his efforts mostly futile, as despite Cyko's comments he's not yet pulled his pants back up, on top of that, the scent of a feminine musk is starting to filter into the air… 

	"Cuz for Sam it's meant to be a reward... Its basiclly 'er graduation gift. She earns it. Punishment for Sam would involve making 'er more masculine or sumthin’ like that... Least ‘ow it seems. Iffen ya work towards what ya or yer parents want, its rewards that lead up to the final thing. Iffen ya act up, ya either get what ya least want or 'reverted' down a step if yas made any progress, from what I’ve seen in my time ‘ere.”

	Mitchel grimaces a little, "She can't keep you like this though... right? I mean... what would your mom say?" He asks, only thinking about one parent, as he never really had much of a dad.

	Cyko sighs and rolls his eyes a bit as the otter reminds him of his parents. "My parents are fine with it; Da' seems to not mind since no one will see it and I've apparently mellowed out some without all the testosterone in my body. And My mum…” He says and shudder's as he remembers his visit back from for spring break. “Mum’s positively giddy... See, she's always wanted a daughter, and now she treats me like one any time we talk or she sees me like during my time 'ome for Spring Break. Practically repainted my room pink...."

	Mitchel's jaw drops again and he shakes his head, "Dude, that sucks!" He says stating the obvious as his eyes find their way back to that chubby slit, and he swallows, inhaling the scent before muttering, "Y-You really need to put that thing away... I-I haven't cum since I got here, and I'm pretty on edge..."

	"Doesn't 'elp that my given name is 'Francis…'" He sighs and then blinks at Mitch’s request and pulls his pants up, not seeming to have realized that they were still down... "I-I know the feelin... I've not came s-since she did this ta me." Of course that might be a given since he had said he's been ignoring those desires to spite Ms. Nightfang, rather than her blocking him like he has the otter. But his resolve seems weaker around him.

	Mitchel swallows and takes a few breaths before he can tear his eyes away from the crotch of the hedgehog’s pants, finding his own resolve weak as well near the other boy. "Th... thanks for the warning Cyko."

	Cyko nods "Like I said, you remind me of myself. More then tha other wankas 'ere. Wanted to give ya fair warning to know what ta expect... Maybe we can... uh... find comfort in each other..." He says, there is a similar look of desire in his eyes from on edge for about two months. He shakes his head and before the other boy can reply "N-Not like that of course..." He adds sheepishly... He closes his eyes and takes a few breaths as well, thought it doesn’t help now that his boxers as soaked with his arousal, reminding him of his alteration.

	Mitchel nods, "Uh... yah... I knew what you meant." He replies and turns and starts to walk off, saying absently, "I need a cold shower... S-see ya around."

Cyko nods as well. "Yes... V-very used to those by now myself..." He says as he walks off in the other direction towards the male dorms.

	Mitchel makes his way to the shower room he’s used to using, and spend about an hour trying futility to cool the desire in his nuts after meeting the strange and oddly sexy… he shakes his head, the hedgehog is NOT sexy… he’s another boy… but it’s a bit hard to turn his thoughts away from the idea of a boy with girl parts. His hands dip down to stroke his cock some but pulls away after a moment, both because he doesn’t want to be thinking of Cyko while doing that and not wanting to make his need worse. Drying off he heads back to his room, slamming the door behind him and sits on his bed, half stunned, half furious thank to the encounter and his continued inability to cum. Hours pass as the otter stews in his own juices as he tries to get his head straight, and eventually there is a knock on the door. 

	Mitchel barks out in frustrated anger, "What?" When no one answers Mitchel stands up and opens the door, looking down both sides of the hall and sees no one at all. All that he finds is a laundry basket with clothes folded inside of it, and a note on top 'From Mom'. The boy pulls the basket inside and looks through the contents. 

	Inside the basket he finds a bunch of hand-me-downs from his sisters. Not one thing that actually belongs to him. Nor is there anything that could be considered even remotely masculine such as pants or shorts, just skirts of various, but mostly short, lengths. Mitchel grits his teeth; he half expected this, but it still infuriates him further. He wads everything back up and tosses it into the basket, before plopping back down on his bed.

	Looking around his room he finds its as Ms. Nightfang said: its either wear the new clothes or go around naked, and thanks to his attempts to get his mind off of Cyko, he’s no longer has any clean boy clothes. For a moment he thinks it would just be better to parade around nude to continue his protest of the headmistress, part of his mind starts to wonder how it might affect Cyko, the closest thing he has to a friend since getting here and he seemed almost as ready to pounce him in his own frustrated need. Mitchel sighs and decides to try and wait Ms. Nightfang out. Surely she will be by if he doesn’t leave his room. When she does come by he plans to either convince her to lay off, and fix Cyko, or run away if that doesn‘t work.

	What he doesn’t know is that he could be waiting awhile as her visits have waned in the past week, as he’s grown to be a prick to her and those around him. She's a very patient bat, and has waited many out before. To her Mitch is no different than all the other students that have tried to fight her; if the boy wishes to talk, he'll have to come to her. 

	As time passes Mitchel misses lunch and dinner, and eventually goes to sleep when it is late enough, having nothing else to do in his bare room. In the morning, he skips breakfast as well. Occasionally he can the usual chatter of passing students, but no one comes to see him. Not knowing what else to do, as he can't bring himself to put on the clothes, Mitchel continues to stay in his room. It is only after he misses dinner for the second time that there is finally a knock on the boy’s door.

	Mitchel slowly gets up and opens the door quietly, cautiously shielding his naked body with the door as he looks to see who is there. He’s quick to realize that It's not Ms. Nightfang as he was hoping for. Rather the black and purple hedgehog from yesterday was standing there. Dressed today in an aged and faded ’Blue Lloyd; Light of the moon’ tee-shirt, black jeans, and his usual biker boots. 

	Cyko stands there, looking around a bit but seems relieved to see Mitchel. "I've not see ya 'round all day mate... I-I was worried tha’ tha Queen Bitch mighta done sumthin’ ta ya after our talk yestaday..."

	Mitchel sighs and nods a bit, "Yah, she took away all my clothes and had my mom send a bunch of my sister's old hand-me-downs... I don't have anything to wear."

	Cyko sighs a bit as well. "Yeah... Know that feeling... As I said on my 'oliday at home Mom treated me like a daughter, which included me having to wear girlie clothes. Luckily Da' still has some say as 'e's where tha money comes from so I don't wear any dresses or 'eels or anythin‘. So I could still pass as a boy... iffn a very gay one... Tis the reason I dun mind bein 'ere as my Da' wants a son and not a daughter. even iffn only in looks."

	Mitchel sighs and steps back from the door, allowing Cyko to come in. "But this stuff isn't even going to fit me..." He says heading over to the basket of girl's clothes, "My sisters were all early bloomers, they had hips and tits and stuff, I'm a guy! Straight lines and all!" He is still naked, not totally comfortable like that, but as Cyko is another guy Mitchel isn‘t too nervous. Mitchel has a fairly effeminate figure for a guy, but that's because he is young and a swimmer, but he is still clearly a guy. He’s not near as curvy as his sisters are.

	Cyko shivers a bit as there is the scent of male musk hanging in the air, from Mitch’s near continuous arousal. Part of the ’curse’ as his new sex responds to masculine scents… He does his best not to stare at the other boy’s crotch, trying to put the nasty thoughts of Mitchel fucking him out of his head. "I-I 'ate to say it but... 'ave you tried it on? Knowing that bitch it might fit. I mean iffn she can cunt me, she can surely make girls clothes fit a boy..." He replies, explaining himself but not encouraging Mitch to wear them. Though he'd very much like it if Mitch did at least cover up, but he tries not to make a big deal of it after all… because Dammit he shouldn't care if he's naked with another dude. Mitch is not gay, So he should have nothing to worry about. 

	Mitchel frowns, "I can't! I can't wear girl's clothes. Ever since I got here, she's been trying to tell me that I'm gay, but I'm not! I like girls, as girls! And I like being a boy!"

	"I know yer not gay, mate. Ya thin’ I'd spend time with a queer? No Fuckin’ way. Yer as manly as I am mate…” Likely not the best of words coming from a cuntboi… “It's why I 'ave yer back. I'm jes sayin’ that iffn you dun 'ave a choice, maybe ya should... Ya surely can't go out naked, and... well... 'onestly Its lonely out there with all these wankas out there and no one ta be with..." He says with a bit of a sigh trying not to go all sissy on Mitch with such girly emotions and sentiments.

	Mitchel lets his frown turn into a scowl. “She said I could dress in these clothes or go naked. With all these girls around, she can't let me go naked for long, can she?"

	Cyko nods "Yah mate. Yer right. But ya gotta remember that she dun play by tha same rules we do. Tha bitch turned my bits inside out for goodness sake! What the ‘ell will she do ta ya if you refuse to wear clothes! I seriously dun wanna see anything bad happen to the only friend I've made here. E'eryone else either wants ta fuck me or ignore me cause I ain’t got nothing to fuck with anymore."

	Mitchel blinks at that, "There aren't many guys here... how could they wanna fuck you?" He asks his mind blank to the possibility that Sam isn’t an exception…

	Cyko looks to the otter a bit sternly, surprised he’s not realized it yet. "Summa da girls 'ere are like Sam, cept they dun all wanna nice lil cunt like what she wants." 

	Mitchel blinks again his brain still not putting two plus two together, "What?"

	Cyko sighs and pats Mitchel’s shoulder. "'Bout 'alf tha girls 'ere didn't start as girls, and only about 'alf of those wanna be real girls."

	Mitchel blinks as the blue screens for a moment, Cyko can almost hear his mind snapping as he realizes that most of the girls he‘s been staring at, ogling even, might have dicks… After a long moment finally manages to find his voice "Why would they want to be stuck in the middle like some kinda freak?" He asks and then he winces, "Sorry, no offense... you didn't pick this, after all."

	Cyko winces as well, but Mitch can sees that he understands he don't mean him. "Tha trannies like Sam see it as slow progress to their goal. Tha Shemales, are guys tha’ either are being punished for being chauvinistic letches or cuz their parents want ‘em to 'get in touch with their feminine sides' or sum bullshit…” He says shaking his head as he walks over to the bed and sits. “Sum end up liking it, sum jes see it as a way ta see more girls, and others just kinda resign to their fate. I'm sorta tha odd man out..." He says and winces a bit at his own words. "Parents dun want a girl, least Da' don't as I said. 'e needs an 'eir. Ol' fashion type where only males will do and Mum likes that she kin at least pretend ta ‘ave a daughter…”

	Mitchel sighs and flops down onto his back on the bed, putting an arm across his face, "So she does this to everybody? She's going to turn me into a girl?"

	"Not e'eryone. Sum guys remain guys. Some mellow out a lot. No idea what she does to them… As I said, I tend to avoid other guys… I think a lot of it depends on what the money says. She's not gonna make me more of a girl, cuz Da’s not gonna pay to have a girl when 'e needs a son, even iffn it's only in looks. 'Ave to keep tha name in the family. So iffn your money says 'I want a daughter' then ya might end up a girl." He says, sounding disappointed at the thought of Mitch being a girl as well. Partly because deep down he wants to fuck the otter, but more so because it's been months since he's had another guy to hang out with and he really doesn't want to hang around girls because frankly he's scared they're gonna rub off on him and he's fighting to keep whatever masculinity he has left, regardless what his parents are paying for.

	Mitchel groans, "She already made it so that I can't get off... now she wants to dress me as a girl... I gotta run away or something..."

	Cyko shakes his head "Mate, ya seriously dun wanna do tha‘..." He sighs and lays down to face him. "Apparently There wuz one other that wuz like me here... 'e tried to run after it happened, from the stories I‘d ‘eard. It reflects badly on the Queen Bitch when tha’ ‘appens. Thin’ she lost fundin‘ or sumthin‘… She brought 'im back, but... well... She's kinda mind raped him or sumthin‘... He's been turned into… ta like the school crotch… or sumthin‘. Supposedly e'reyone uses ‘im for their own pleasure, but ‘e can't. From what I 'eard 'e's got it worse then ya do. Like anytime 'e even gets close to release… it’s like 'is body resets or sumthin... Like 'is body just skips tha orgasm... I've not seen 'im myself, school rumors mostly.. But they say she keeps 'im as a pet…

	Mitchel shudders visibly at that, then groans. Still, as he is naked and on his back, Cyko can see that it hits more than just his fear of being altered as it also gets a rise out of him. This causes the Hedgehog to shiver softly at the sight of Mitch‘s cock unsheathing itself. Cyko blushes deeply and looks away as once more he is hit with the feeling like he's accidently pissed himself, his briefs now damp and pressing against his vaginal lips. The poor cuntboi nearly jumps out of his skin as he hears Mitchel ask, "Can you do me a favor, dude?"

	"I guess so Mate..." Cyko replies as he pants heavily. 

	"Can you go find Selene and ask her if she can come to my room so I can talk to her?" Mitchel asks, seeing his friend is the only way to talk to Selene at this point, not even aware of Cyko’s arousal.

	There is a part of Cyko that was REALLY hoping Mitch was gonna ask for something else, and the boy is silent for a long moment. Mitchel lifts his arm when he doesn't hear an answer, looking to see what Cyko’s reaction is. Mitch can almost see the arousal and desire in Cyko’s eyes, though its quickly overshadowed by the fact that he is about as interested in having to deal with Ms Nightfang as the otter is. Cyko continues to be silent for a bit, obviously mulling it over between whatever mental factions are warring in his head at the moment. After a moment he sighs. "Yeah, I guess I kin go ‘unt down the Queen Bitch..."

	Mitchel smiles, "Thanks man... and be nice... I'm going to try to be like... you know, diplomatic."

	Cyko gives Mitchel a soft glare "Ya want me to be nice to the bitch that cunted me?" He asks as calmly as he can. He's not trying to be rude or angry with the other boy, but to him it'd kinda like asking the impossible. But after a moment he sighs and nods "Alright. I guess I kin do that too, mate."

	Mitchel sighs a bit at the soft glare, "Just tell her that I would like to talk to her, and you can say I said please, and just make it clear that it's not you asking." Cyko simple nods and walks off closing the door behind him, letting Mitch have any private time he needs to prepare for the meeting. Mitchel doesn‘t do much other then think over what he‘ll say while staring as the basket on the floor at his feet.

	It is 15-20 minutes before Cyko returns, not bothering to knock on the door as he reenters. The hedgehog looks to be partly annoyed, yet a bit happy. "Well I talked with ‘er... Mentioned you wanted to talk. She offered a counter proposal fer me ta offer ya. For ‘er its kinda decent..." He begrudgingly admits. "She'll only speak with ya in person if ya come to her, as you are. But she um... told me your code word.” And then rubs the back of his head as he tries to thinking, but find his mind clouded “I.. uh... can't remember at the moment…” He sighs “She blocked it from my mind conditionally… She knows I would tell it ta ya otherwise… But she says iffn ya agree to get dressed, I'll remember it and can use it to let you blow off yer steam and then we can talk with ‘er together..." 

	Mitchel sighs, "So if I go to her like this... naked... then you won't remember... if I get dressed up as a girl, you will be allowed to remember... you sure you want that?" He asks, looking concerned for his only real friend.

	"That's ‘ow she explained it ta me. I can only remember if you get dressed." He replies and takes a seat. "It's totally up to you mate. I mean it is a decent deal as far as tha shit she usually pulls… and I know it's not yer choice about not wantin’ ta cum, unlike me. I trust ya mate. Ya make the decision and we'll muster through best we can." He says with a slightly worried smile. Yes, he's very worried about what will happen if Mitch can cum, but at the same time he wants to help his friend anyway he can and having the code word seems very helpful. 

	Mitchel looks down at the basket of clothes, "Yah, but are you sure you want to 'help' me? Isn't that kinda queer?" he doesn't know if the code word is enough, he half suspects that he still won't be able to do it by himself. Based on what he knows of Selene, it's certainly a possibility. 

	"Mate, If ya want it, I'll 'elp ya. I might even let ya look at my bits if it helps... I mean since it's a vag, ya can least like imagine a woman right? That's not queer. It's a luxury I dun have. even if I thought of a girl I still got girly bits. I'm kinda fucked either way." He sighs. "No reason Both of us punish ourselves right?"

	Mitchel sighs and nods as he picks through the clothing. He starts with the panties, picking through the selection of silky and lacy dainties, some of which are even mesh, barely designed to hide anything. He frowns, and eventually selects the most neutral one he can find, a powder blue lace low-rise panty. With a grimace, he steps into the thing and pulls it up, blushing at the fact that it is barely high enough to cover his balls, leaving his sheath and erection fully exposed.

	Cyko watches the other sort through the clothing and starts to get dressed, he blushes a bit at seeing how little the panties cover and states the obvious: "Dun cover much, do they?"

	Mitchel shakes his head with a frown as he starts to look around for a skirt that is at least knee length or more, but the longest he gets is thigh length, as it seem like Selene may have requested ‘The shortest skirts you'll allow’. He goes about trying to figure out how to put it on, as he doesn't know that zippers belong on the side or the back, and he doesn't know how to get it seated with the tail.

	Cyko watches Mitch and a bit relieved his father forbids his mother from getting him any dresses but adds "I dun think she cares if it's perfect, Long as yer dressed. Knowing her ya might get lessons in how to dress next..." 

	Mitchel grumbles at that, doing his best to get the dumb skirt on, before he looks through what kinds of shirts are available. He finds of course what he is dreading, the accursed baby doll tees, mixed in with other things like fleecy tees, Halter tops, even a tube top or two. ‘Of course there are even bras included.’ Mitchel thinks to himself, but ignores them for the time being and holds up one of the tiny t-shirts, looking at Cyko, "See? How the hell is this supposed to fit?"

	"Very carefully." Cyko states with a soft grin and then after a beat adds a bit sheepishly "They are kinda Elastic I think..." The Hedgehog probably knowing a thing or two about them from the look of embarrassment on his face.

	Mitchel ohs... his sisters never /let/ him watch them dress, which is part of what got him in this mess. He blushes as he tugs the shirt on as carefully as he can, afraid the whole while that it will rip. The shirt stretches easily enough, but it's a tight fit to say the least, as its meant to hug and accentual a soft curvy body. It's not uncomfortable, but something that will take some getting used to. The way it hugs his slender chest gives the allusion of him having a very small a cup on his slightly feminine body. Mitchel looks down at himself once it is on and mutters, "This is stupid... I look like a dork!"

	Cyko chuckles softly at Mitchel’s comment and the suddenly shakes his head as it feels like a fog is lifted from him mind. Before he can really stop himself he says "Mitchel, you are such a sissy!". He says in a condescending tone. 

	Mitchel grits his teeth at the insult, looking half ready to punch Cyko for it, But as those words leave the hedgehog’s lips Mitch’s mind feels clearer, like he’s snapped out of a trance. "S-sorry..." Cyko says, feeling almost immediately bad about having to insult his friend like that. "I-Its 'ow Selene imprinted it inta my mind..." Cyko explains as his eyes go wide watching Mitch as suddenly the pressure that has built up over the last week from the otter’s repeated attempts to get off finally take their toll. Mitchel grunts and almost doubles over as he starts to cum spontaneously just from being finally allowed it. His cock shooting off almost like a cannon; it is intense enough to drop the otter to his knees, and stains the bottom of his shirt and the waistband of his skirt. Cyko blushes and squirms with a whimper at the sight, his mind filling with thoughts he doesn’t want and makes him wetter. He can feel his arousal gnawing at him, like an emptiness inside of him, but tries to shake his head. He's a guy Dammit, he's not gonna give into such faggotry... 

	Mitchel pants, trying to catch his breath, and then frowns as he half lays on the floor in the aftermath of his most intense orgasm, "Fuck... that made a mess..." He mutters.

	Cyko nods and blushes deeply as he can see that Mitch is still hard as a rock. "Y-yeah it did..." He replies as he looks to his friend trying very hard to ignore the otter’s still raging erection. He watches as Mitchel grabs another pair of panties and uses them to mop up the mess as best as he can, so that he doesn't have to get changed again. "Y-yea, ya want to get that clean up for it dries..." He mutters as he struggles to keep his own thoughts pure in a room that now reeks of male musk.

	Mitchel does the best he can, cleaning it until it is only a damp spot, then he frowns, his erection only having half flagged in that time. He hides it the best he can, but even at half mast he still has tenting issues with the skirt. After trying his best he sighs and says, "Well, I guess we should go find her... huh?" 

	Cyko nods quickly and eagerly at that. "Yea... I thin’ tha’s best..." He says, eagerly for someone that dragged his feet last time… or maybe he just wants to get out of the room that is now over powered with musk. 

	Mitchel exits the room at Cyko‘s agreement, still feeling very exposed, insecure, and unhappy with his current outfit. The hedgehog isn’t far behind, and seems to visually relax once they are out of the room. Though Mitchel notices that Cyko walks a bit funny as the cuntboi’s wet briefs tease his aroused sex. 

	"F-Fer what it's worth, ya dun look 'alf bad... Ya least look more passable then I did... I guess species factors into it a bit. I jus looked like a queer, ya look nuff like a girl, cepting for that tent between yer legs..." Cyko says nervously, trying to make Mitchel feel less awkward, knowing damn well how it feels to be dressed like that. Though it probably doesn't help any, as he doubts it would for him.

	Mitchel mutters bitterly, "That isn't helping." Proving Cyko’s feelings correct. 

	"Yea... sorry... Didn't thin’ so.. But tried anyway..." Cyko says a bit sheepishly as walks by the otter’s side as they head to Selene's office. Mitch glances around nervously as they pass several students along the way, certain that if anyone sees him, they will just start laughing. There is a small group of girls that giggle though if Mitchel could actually hear what they were saying he’d realize that its along the lines of how cute a couple the pair make. Other than that, the students they pass treat them like normal... because for this school it IS normal. 

	As they get to Ms. Nightfang’s office the door opens almost immediately, Ms. Nightfang is at her desk, not having changed since Mitchel seen her earlier. "Welcome" She purrs softly as she watches them enter, like a predator watching her prey.

	Mitchel slips in and frowns, "I wanted to talk to you about all this..." He says as the door suddenly closes behind them, making both the boys jump a bit. 

	Ms. Nightfang gestures to two seats in front of her desk. Cyko takes the seat on the right, squirming a bit as he adjusts himself so that he doesn't feel that cool dampness rubbing against his sex. "About all what, Michelle?" She asks with a playful grin.

	Mitchel swallows and frowns as he takes the other seat and says, "Please don't call me that."

	"And why not Michelle? It's a very cute name. Francis and Michelle. You are a rather cute though unlikely couple." Ms. Nightfang giggles as she stretches out, her breasts bouncing in the unrestrictive material. "But even after a day you two seem to work SO well together... I didn't think poor Francis would ever find someone to relate too..." Cyko sits silently, like Mitchel he's not pleased by the use of his name, even if it's his birth name. 

	Mitchel grits his teeth, clearly having a hard time trying to stay civil as he is treated like this, he then says in as measured and polite a tone as he can, "Because I am not a girl, and I don't want to be one. I'm sorry I was mean, and I'm sorry I made Sam feel bad, but I don't want to be a girl."

	Ms. Nightfang knows the effect the new name is having on the otter’s temperament, but as Cyko said earlier, she's not about playing by the rules as he know them. "Michelle, Michelle, Michelle... It's not about you, not is it about Francis. It's about what your PARENTS want. You were both a burden to them, they sent you both to me to make you more manageable. As long as they do not object to my methods, and my methods get results, then I will continue to use them. Unless either of you think you could convince your parents otherwise?" She says with a small grin and then adds "You don't have much choice in the matter, unless you want to end up like Joseph? He was such a rude, nasty and vile little boy.” She says having with a bit of venom at the thought of the boy from the rumors. “He was Clearly a true psychopath in the making, and He tried to outdo me. Now he's the school's pet slut. Too horny to even think such vile malicious thoughts ever again." She says with a smile the almost borders on being sadistic. 

	Its hard for Mitchel to fully trust anything the bat says at this point as the full truth, but there is a minor feeling of truthfulness to her comments on how bad this Joseph, if only for the hateful way she speaks of him, or maybe it's just because he beat her… Mitchel shakes his head putting those thoughts away for now, "I don't want to fight you... I just… don't want to be a girl, or a sissy, or gay... please, isn't there another way?"

	"As I told you. It's what your parents want, Michelle. If what they want changes, then I will adjust my 'curriculum' accordingly. Your mother specifically told me she wants you to "Stop acting like such a boy." because its causing her much duress. Francis' parents wanted me to "Stop him from doing his insane stunts". Then he went and insulted those like Sam, much like you did. I punished him accordingly, Like I did for you. He didn't want to be made into a pussy like all the rest here, so I gave him one. You insulted Sam and refused to let her reward you because she wasn't a full girl. Now you can only get off when called a sissy by someone else. You can't tell me that those punishment are unfair for how you made others feel that WANT to be here, can you?"

	Cyko squirms in his seat listening to the little recap of their current problems, while Mitchel blushes as all that is pointed out, "I... I know... I'm just asking... for a chance at a fresh start. As me... in guy's clothes..." Mitchel states trying to find some way through to the bat.

	Ms. Nightfang looks to Mitchel and shakes her head. "Sorry, but with how much of an asshole you been all this week? No. If you had come to me sooner, before mouthing off to my staff, completely ignoring Sam, and refusing to do much of anything. I simply can't do that. Francis is in a similar position. He's been rude, arrogant and defensive. I was nice enough to reward you for your willingness to meet with me, though I've made it conditional for how badly you've acted. Francis can only say your code phrase if your dressed. So refusal to wear them, means that even if you remind him he'll find the words always on the tip of his tongue. Francis also has his punishment and reward for being decently behaved when coming to ask about this meeting and delivering my proposal to you. And to be fair I've linked it to you, just as yours is linked to him. I figure you two will be spending time together naturally, that it would be for the best if you could ease each other's tensions."

	Mitchel sighs, "I didn't mean to be snippy all week... you had me seriously blue balling..." He glances over at Cyko, wondering what his reward and punishment is, and how it is tied to him but not saying anything at the moment. "I really don't want to be made into a girl... please, don't do this to me."

	"Begging is not going to help you case Michelle.” Ms. Nightfang states simply.

	Mitchel asks, "So how do I fix this? How do I make it better so I can go back to regular clothes?"

	Ms. Nightfang sighs and rubs her temples at the otter’s listening skills. "I do believe we need to work on what knowledge you retain Michelle." She says and narrows her eyes a bit. "If you don't want this, you must convince your mother to change what she is paying for. That is all you can do."

	"Can I call her?"

	"Indeed, you may." She says and hands Mitchel the phone.

	Cyko watches as Mitchel takes the phone, letting the other boy do all the talking as the otter seems much better at it. Mitchel dials his home number, listening to the high pitched answer on the other end, "Hey Beth, it's Mitch, can you get mom for me?" Mitchel frowns as his sister takes forever, teasing him for having to go to a special school for perverts, loud enough for Ms. Nightfang and Cyko to be able to hear. Ms. Nightfang simple giggles at the comments while Cyko looks like he wants to jump through the phone lines and strangle Beth. 

	Finally Mitch’s mother is put on the phone and the boys says, "Mom, do you have a minute to talk?" and when she says that she does, he starts to spill everything that has happened and what he has learned about the school, as well as the headmistress apparently wanting to turn him into a girl. Listening to his mother’s reply he hands the phone to Ms. Nightfang, "She wants to talk to you...".

	The bat nods and takes the phone. "Hello Ms. Lutra." She replies politely to the older otter on the other end of the line. 

	"Hello Ms. Nightfang, and please call me April, I am sorry for all this trouble, my son seems to have some wild ideas... I know that you wanted to dress him in his sister's clothing to give him a greater understanding of femininity, but all this about turning him into a girl..." she says sounding skeptical.

	"Alright, and you may refer to me as Selene. As for Mitchel, you know how boys can be." Ms. Nightfang says with a soft giggle. "You start trying to give the an understanding of womanhood, and they think next your gonna cut their balls off. I assure you April, not that I think you need it, that here at my School there are no illicit surgeries of any kind going on."

	April hmms and asks quite bluntly, "Are you trying to turn my son into a girl?"

	Ms. Nightfang is equally blunt in her reply "No." She's planning to feminize him of course, but that’s not the question. "I am simply following your request which was "I want him to stop acting so much like a boy." So I am showing him how disrespectful he's been to girls by letting him know what it is like. I guarantee that Mitch will have all his genitals still in place when he leaves here, unless you wish otherwise." 

	April blinks softly as she curiously asks, "There are other options?"

	Selene say, "Oh yes. I could make him a 'Lady Boy' what the porn industry calls 'Shemales'. Which are not girls by any textbook definition. Essentially its giving him estrogen to make him look more like a girl on the outside. Genitals remaining completely intact. Though simple castrations will get better results as no more testosterone is pumped into the body which would be fighting the estrogen for control."

	Both Mitchel and Cyko look a bit sick at Ms. Nightfang’s comment, not being able to hear April as she pauses, then says, "You mean give him breasts..." sounding interested, but undecided.

	"Hips would develop too. With the help of corsets I could not only give him a nice waist line but teach him the pains we women go through to look good for our men." She says with a smile glancing to the boys as they squirm in their seats.

	April sighs, "I have enough trouble with the three fashion crazy girls already in this house. All I really wanted was to have him respect his sisters and mother, and stop trying to peep. Though I must admit, I have loved the peace and quiet I've had since he left..." Four kids is a lot for any single parent.

	"So you are saying you really don't want him to return home?" She asks curiously, as she could arrange that.

	Mitchel's jaw drops at hearing Ms. Nightfang say that, and after a moment's thought, his mother says, "Well... you run a school as well... like a boarding school? I suppose he could come home on holidays, but keeping him there for the remainder of his education would be quite convenient... depending on your prices."

	"Oh yes. Mitchel's even made a friend that has a similar arrangement, though young Francis came here during his regular school year for much worse behavior. While such behavior has been curved and young Francis has mellowed out they wish him to stay in my care until I am sure he is completely cured. As for prices, I’ve previously stated that I always base my prices on what a family's funds are. I like to keep myself flexible for my customers."

	April thinks for a moment, then asks, "I pride myself on being able to read people, and you make this almost too easy, I know you come highly recommended, or I wouldn't use your services, but I must ask, do you have ulterior motives here for my son? If so, I would prefer to know up front."

	Ms. Nightfang frowns at the accusation. "I have no ulterior motive. I simply like making my customers happy. Why else would I be so highly recommended if I wasn't willing to work with people? It's no good for me to turn away Mitchel. Money is mostly needed to cover his needs. Why should I charge you say what it costs to meet all four of your kids' needs when I'm only dealing with one? A richer family will tend to spend more to cover a single child’s needs, so I charge them more to keep the child well within their comfort level. Yesterday I had you send over stuff your girls could no longer wear, rather than buying him his own clothes. Its stuff like that that allows me to keep costs down for those that have more on their plate then others." She replies in all honesty, she enjoys what she does even if a bit too much at times, it's never been about money or ulterior motives, she’s always up front and does as the parents ask.

	April listens with a soft hmm and then agrees, "Alright, send me the paperwork, just make sure that he doesn't get anyone pregnant."

	Ms. Nightfang smiles and nods "Alright then. I'll send the paperwork out right away." 

	As Ms. Nightfang hangs up on her end, Mitchel swallows and asks, "Well?" The boy being very nervous to the fallout of that call.

	Ms. Nightfang looks down to the boy with a bit of a sigh, as despite her happy demeanor in helping out Mitchel‘s mother, she never really fond of these kinds of developments. "She's been rather happy having one less kid to take care of, So except for holidays, much like Francis’ arrangement, you'll be living here. As for the rest really she doesn't seem overly concerned, except for mild interest in you being a Shemale as long as you don't impregnate anyone as she doesn’t want to have to deal with Grandkids yet. 

	Mitchel's jaw drops at this news, barely finding his words, "N... no..."

	Ms. Nightfang sighs softly, her personality having made a sudden 180 after the phone call. "I'm afraid so."

	Mitchel hangs his head, looking on the verge of tears as Cyko moves to hold the otter in his arms, trying to help and comfort his friend. "It'll be alright mate. We'll make it through somehow..." He says wanting to sound strong for you.

Mitchel brushes Cyko off, not really wanting to be consoled like he's a girl. "I'm fine..." He mutters and stands up, heading out the door and slams it behind him…