Karyn entered a classroom at the end of the hall. She wasn't sure if this was supposed to be her class, but it was the only one in the direction that the principal (that dirty filthy chauvinistic man) pushed her towards that had its lights on.
"Finally," the male teacher said, sourly. "Get your ass in here, you stupid whore."
Karyn slowly walked inside. Did everyone in this school treat her like that? What kind of place was this? She looked around the class and saw that there were no other girls. Every student was a boy.
"Hey, stop fucking around," the teacher snapped. "Get to your seat, bitch."
Karyn continued into the room, looking for an empty seat. The only one available was right in the center of the room. There were boys all around her. And every one of them had a leer plastered on his face. Karyn wanted to turn away, but there was nowhere to turn. Everywhere she looked there was another boy lewdly checking her out. She felt so humiliated, being treated like a piece of meat.
Bethany pushed the horny boy off of her and gagged. What the hell was wrong with that guy? He just came right up to her and started kissing her, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth.
The guy stumbled back for a moment, but then he planted his feet and moved towards her again. But this time, he was much less than friendly. When she looked up at him, he slapped her hard against her face, then grabbed her short hair and pulled her towards him. "Don't you ever do that again, bitch!" he screamed in her face.
Why was this boy treating her like this? She wanted to cry. But then the boy let her go and walked down the hall, once again leaving her alone.
But that didn't help her feelings any. She leaned against the wall, as her eyes began to tear up. But before they could, she heard the school's intercom come on and a man's voice. "Ah ah ah. Don't let those tears fall, Bethany."
She stopped tearing up and looked around, trying to find where the voice was coming from. "Who are you? What's going on?" she asked.
"A whore like you shouldn't cry," the voice said.
"A whore? I'm not a whore, you son of a bitch. I'm a wife and a mother."
"Yes, yes. I know. But that was your old life. In your new life, you're nothing but a cheap white trash slut. And you love being manhandled. It's such a turn on for you, to be used like a fuck toy and then to be discarded like one."
"Stop it! Stop saying those awful things!" she yelled, beginning to tear up again.
"Why? It's all true. Now, you better get to your next class, bitch. You don't want to fail, do you?"
"Fail?"
"Yes, failure means that something horrible will befall you. You don't want that to happen, do you?"
Bethany was quiet.
"I'll take your silence as a 'no'," the voice said. "Now, get to your next class. You don't want to be late."
She didn't know who this sadistic man was, but she had a feeling that she shouldn't try to push him too far. Maybe it was best to do what he said ... at least for now.
"Fine," she said. "What's my next class?"
"I'm glad you're seeing it my way, bitch," he said. Bethany hated that word more than ever. She was certainly not a "bitch" and never had been either. "Your next class is History."
"History? That doesn't seem so bad, I guess," she said, mostly to herself.
"Oh, but it's not just any History class. It's ... well ... you'll find out," he said with a chuckle. "Just head to the end of this hall and turn right. You'll be there in no time, bitch." Then the intercom went off.
Thinking that there was nothing else she could do, she headed down the hall. Maybe in the History class, she could get some answers as to where she was and how she got here.
Edward was having trouble, obviously, walking down the hall. Now, just outside the gym (yeah, he figured out where it was), he was having a little better of a time walking in these 3-inch heels, but it was still quite a feat to deal with (no pun intended). He had no idea how women so easily walked around in these things.
He took his time and walked into the gym. He saw a male coach and a bunch of boys. But no girls.
"You're late, Black," the coach hollered. "Get your fucking ass over here."
Edward did his best to walk across the gym floor. He stumbled a couple of times, but fortunately caught himself and didn't topple over. And after about a minute, he finally joined the rest of the class.
"Well, it's about time, bitch," the coach said. "It's amazing that someone as stupid as you could even amount to anything in your life. Other than your obvious talents," he said, with a leer.
What the hell was he referring to?
Edward looked down at himself and saw what the coach was looking at. He was still himself, still really masculine, except for the small breasts and the enlarged nipples (which were very sensitive, he noted). Was this guy homosexual or something? Or did he, for some reason, see him as a woman? It was clear that something really messed up was happening around here. But Edward had no idea exactly what. He just wished that one of these people would just clue him in on what was happening, instead of constantly belittling and berating him with obscene sexual comments.
"Since you chose to be late, bitch, I'll have to punish you."
"Punish me? Hey, it's not my fault. How the hell am I supposed to walk around in these shoes? And I didn't even know how to get here. I had to wander aimlessly through the halls before I got a sense of where the gym was."
"Stop your bitching, you slut," the coach said.
Edward shut his mouth.
"Now, what would be the best punishment for you?" he thought out loud. He turned towards the rest of the class. "Any ideas, boys?"
