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Becoming Jodie
🕑 Added 2020-10-01 00:50:50 +0000 UTCBecause of non-patreon friendly stuff, Hope's Eden has moved over to Hentai Foundry, instead here's a real old piece I wrote about a thing.
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“Hey, Twink!”
Ethan cringed immediately at the rough, growling voice and hid his face in his scarf. Marcelene was stalking towards him, heavy, iron-capped boots crunching through the snow. She was six feet nine inches of cruelty and bad attitude, wrapped up in a ragged band t-shirt and an old battered leather jacket. Short-cropped blonde hair was like peach-fuzz over her scalp, her eyes were a startling violet and were narrowed with contempt.
She was on him in a second, shoving him roughly to the snow-covered ground. He let out a dull grunt of pain and curled in on himself as Marcelene and her girls closed ranks around him. “H… hi Mar.”
“Don’t ‘hi Mar’ me, you snivelling reject.” Marcelene growled, stamping on his ribs hard. He writhed with pain and let out a truly miserable croak, his breath knocked from his lungs. “I got a fucking thirty on that essay you wrote. A fucking thirty!”
“I’m… sorry.”
“Oh fuck off.” Marcelene sneered, “What were you doing?”
“I… I had other homework.”
“If I fail this class, I’ll fucking beat you to death.” Marcelene hissed, kicking snow onto him and stalking away, flanked by her followers. Ethan hissed and pressed a palm to his ribs, slowly getting up and brushing snow off his soaked clothes. He stood and sighed weakly, staring at the receding figure of Marcelene as she stamped off.
God she was fucking magnificent.
“Lemarr.”
Ethan jumped again and spun on his heel, staring up at the familiar figure of Mrs Vogt, the school’s headmistress and his worst nightmare. She was the prime example of a fully mature alpha futa, seven feet of lean muscle and well-known superiority. She was in her mid-forties, Austrian, stern and silver haired. Her eyes were a bright, predatory red and glinted aggressively behind her thin-rimmed glasses.
“Mrs Vogt.” He stammered. “I… I was just…”
“Follow.” Vogt growled, turning and pacing back into the school Ethan had only just escaped from.
The Thatchbrick academy was one of the finest private schools in the country, notoriously difficult to get into, especially for males. He was in his second year, and any hope of him getting any respect from his classmates was well and truly gone. Even if he hadn’t been marked as Marcelene’s favourite punchbag, he was quiet and ordinary and entirely uninteresting. Ethan hugged himself nervously as Vogt’s heels clicked on the hard, cold floor, the last of his fellow students either shooting knowing smirks or pitying grimaces at him as they passed on their way to their dorms across campus.
“Sit.” Vogt said simply as they stepped into her office, a room as big as Ethan’s flat with a wide mahogany desk set at its centre. Ethan swallowed and obeyed, wincing as Vogt folded her hands behind her back and sighed. “Once again, I see you fail to stand up for yourself.”
“Ma’am?”
“It has not gone unnoticed by me that Marcelene has picked you as her favourite victim.” Vogt sighed, toying with her glasses. “Two years now, and you are yet to stand up to her once.”
“H… have you seen her?” Ethan laughed weakly.
Vogt raised a thin brow, the barest hint of a smile showing on her thin lips. “Marcelene is an alpha in the making, it is true. And yet even with that, I would expect you to have fought back just once, futile though it would be.” She sighed and took her glasses off, cleaning them with a silk handkerchief from one pocket. “There are precious few males in my school, Lemarr, and I do despise the meetings I must have with the equality board as it is. Having a male being bullied so openly makes matters more difficult for me still, so it seems I have little choice but to act.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“I think you do.” Vogt snapped, immediately shutting him up. “I think you have not fought back for the simple reason that you do not want to. That you enjoy Marcelene’s attention, violent though it may be.” She stepped behind her desk and produced a stack of papers. Ethan recognised them as pieces of homework, all written by him.
“Ma’am…”
Vogt hushed him and rested a finger on the stack. “Do you know what I learn from these pieces, Ethan?” Ethan swallowed at the sound of his name, an odd shiver travelling down his spine.
“No ma’am.”
“I learn of a young person who is deeply unhappy. A young person who does not know their place on this earth and who is too afraid to do what they truly want and be what they truly wish to be.” Vogt said, voice soft and gentle. “Your writings all feature a particular type of female protagonist; I cannot help but wonder if a part of you craves to be like them?”
Ethan croaked breathlessly, shivering and tightening his grip on his scarf. Vogt’s eyes scanned up and down him and she nodded. “It is not uncommon.” She said quietly. “Our society is built for the majority, life may well be good for the futa, and for the female of course… but males often feel unappreciated and… unnecessary.”
Ethan remained silent.
“Ethan, do you believe that you would be happier, were you a female?”
“I… I think about it… sometimes.” He admitted weakly. “I always liked being with girls when I was a kid. I played with them, had sleepovers… I grew my hair long and I wore makeup and… it always felt good. Better than when I was at school, or at home when I had to be me.”
Vogt smiled kindly and laced her fingers together. “Ethan… I may not be able to transform you into a female, but I may be able to help you nonetheless.”
“Wh… what do you mean?” he asked, swallowing. She pursed her lips and pinched her brow impatiently.
“You don’t want to be suspended I presume.” She said, “So I will help you become someone more in line with who you desire to be… do we have a deal?”
“But… I don’t…” Ethan mumbled, “I mean… why?”
“As I said, I’m not particularly interested in any more scrutiny from the equality board.” Vogt said impatiently, “Now do we have a deal, or shall I leave you to your masochism?”
“I… you can really help me?”
“I believe so.” Vogt smiled slightly. “Though it will require commitment, and obedience on your part.”
“I… I can do that.”
“Good.”
Vogt reached into her desk and produced a bottle of a pearly purple liquid. “You will take this twice a day, every day, without fail.” She said sternly. “Understood?”
“What will it do?”
“It will rebalance your hormones and prepare your body for the changes I will be guiding you through.” She handed the bottle to him and patted his cheek in an oddly affectionate way. “One cap, twice a day. I will send for you when you are ready.” She stood and smoothed down her blazer, letting out a quiet breath as she pushed her glasses up. Ethan stood awkwardly and took a few steps towards the door before pausing.
“How will this change me… exactly?” he asked, blushing and hanging his head at Vogt’s impatient scowl. “I… I guess I’m kinda nervous.”
Vogt pursed her lips and nodded understandingly. “It will be… subtle, at first. I doubt you will see much change for the first week. But, when it begins to show, your hair will begin to grow longer, your voice will become more feminine. A little longer and your bodies distribution of fat will begin to change… you’ll notice your hips will become fuller, and you’ll start developing breasts.”
“So… I’ll be a girl?”
“Your penis will not be affected.” Vogt said flatly. “You will be feminine, an approximation of a futa, but not a particularly impressive one, perhaps a Gamma if you are fortunate.”
“Wh… what about school? People will notice, and when I do… transition. Everyone will know who I used to be.” Ethan frowned.
“It’s almost the end of term, the year’s final exams are next week. You won’t be showing any changes by then and afterwards you may isolate yourself if you truly wish to completely reinvent your identity.” Vogt smiled slightly. “You are not the first person to feel wrong in their body, I am happy to help you, truly… if you do have questions you may come and ask.”
Ethan bowed his head and smiled. “Th… thank you, for this.”
“You’re welcome, Lemarr.” Vogt said, suddenly her usual stern self. “Now go home, I have other concerns to deal with tonight.”
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Two weeks later, Ethan stared at himself, or herself, or themself, in the mirror. Pronouns were still a little difficult. All her life she’d been a he, it was almost instinct to call herself by her old male pronouns, and she still called herself Ethan despite how her body had changed. Still, anyone looking at her wouldn’t doubt she was a she.
She pursed her lips, each a little plumper and a little pinker than before, and unfolded her arms. She’d always been small and skinny next to others, unimpressive next to the other boys and utterly dwarfed by the futas her age. She’d put on a little weight, enough that her ribs weren’t visible anymore, so she was a little less bony, now more of a petite build. Her soft pale skin was beginning to swell at the rear, and each of her rosy pink nipples tingled uncomfortably, unreasonably sensitive.
Her hair had grown from an untidy mop of black curls into a raging mane that fell to her shoulders. Ethan’s favourite part of her transition so far. She’d spent hours playing with it over the last couple of days, washing and brushing through it, experimenting with all the different shampoos and conditioners she’d bought, even trying to follow along with some hairstyle tutorials of YouTube, but failing miserably.
She sighed and flashed a happy smile at her reflection, hands stroking down over her svelte belly to the only real manful part of her body left. Her cock twitched at the contact, it too far more sensitive than usual. She bit her lip and petted it fondly before turning and admiring herself a little more. Mrs Vogt had told her that her hips and breasts would be developing after the second week, and whilst her rump was beginning to put on a little more mass, her chest was still flat and nubile. She sighed and ran a hand over her side.
There was a sound outside of the bathroom and she frowned, sticking her head out of the door into her bedroom, where a letter had been slipped under the door. She picked it up and felt her heart flutter: Mrs Vogt’s handwriting was as elegant as she was.
Lemarr
Today marks the second week of your transition. I imagine you are feeling quite strange. Come to my office for tea and we’ll talk.
Ethan bit her lip and read over the letter again.
She smiled.
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Walking through campus was so strange, seeing people she’d known for years pass by without recognising her was bizarre. She’d used what little was left of the term’s student loan to buy herself an outfit, new boots that crunched through the snow. A light blue blouse that rested daintily over her shoulders, and a nice new coat that was buttoned tight over herself. The only thing she wasn’t wearing were the jeans, which were too snug around the waist thanks to Ethan’s failure to anticipate her blossoming hips.
She froze in a moment of horror as she saw Marcelene stalking towards her. She was alone, head down looking at her phone. Ethan stood transfixed as she prowled closer. Her brow was furrowed in frustration, her lips curled in an irritated scowl. She still looked so powerful and beautiful that Ethan couldn’t help but tremble.
Marcelene looked up in surprise as she walked up to her, confused to find some strange girl staring at her in the middle of the path. Usually people knew well enough to get out of her way. “Who are you?” she growled, violet eyes darting up and down Ethan curiously.
“I… I’m… I’m…” Ethan stammered, voice high and squeaky from terror.
“New girl, huh?” Marcelene sniffed. “Welcome to Thatchbrick.”
“Th… thanks.”
Marcelene smirked and put her hands on her hips. “Shy little kitten, aren’t you?”
“I… I’m just… new.” Ethan managed to mumble. “It’s strange… and… I don’t know anyone here.”
“Name’s Marcelene.” Marcelene hummed, reaching out a hand. Ethan blushed and took it; it was the first time she and Marcelene had touched that hadn’t left her on the floor groaning with pain. “You gonna tell me your name or do I have to give you a new one?”
“I… I… I’m…” Ethan whimpered. “J… Jodie! My name is Jodie!”
“Nice meeting you.” Marcelene smiled. “I’ll be seeing you around.”
“Um… yeah… ok.” Ethan nodded. “I’ll see you!”
Marcelene looked her over again before smirking again and stalking away, boots kicking up the snow as she went. It was all Ethan could do to keep her legs from falling out from under her, her heart pounding and her cheeks burning. It was a couple seconds before she realised she’d been staring at Marcelene’s ass, hugged tight by her jeans as she walked away.
She hurried to Mrs Vogt’s office and knocked politely; she couldn’t help but grin at the second of confusion that flashed in her crimson eyes. Vogt recovered quickly, a small impressed smile coming to her lips.
“My, I hadn’t expected such quick change from you.” she said softly, “Please, come in.”
“I… I met Marcelene on the way here.” Ethan told her, sitting down at a small table that had been laid with sandwiches and tea. Vogt arched a brow and sat opposite. “She was really nice to me.”
“She always had an eye for a pretty face.” Vogt chuckled softly. Ethan couldn’t help but blush.
“You… think I’m pretty?”
“You’ve developed quite nicely.” Vogt smiled. “I hope there’s been no problems with your transition?”
“No… but I don’t think my… breasts are starting to grow.” Ethan mumbled. “My nipples are kinda sensitive but… I’m not getting any bigger.”
“Hmm, that is to be expected.” Vogt nodded. “The rest of your transition has been remarkably fast, it seems the development of your breasts are simply taking their time. Then again it might also be that your breasts will be as petite as you are.”
“I… I can’t thank you enough. Ma’am.” Ethan whispered.
Vogt chuckled and nodded, toying with her glasses. “As I said, you’re not the first.” she said. “Have you chosen a name yet?”
“Jodie.” Ethan smiled quietly. “Marcelene asked and I just… blurted it out.”
“Jodie.” Vogt repeated, rolling the name around her mouth. “It fits. You know… you’ve become quite the beautiful young girl. I’m proud.”
“Thank you.” Jodie blushed.
“That being said… there is more to learn than how to style your hair.” She continued, lacing her fingers. “You may be, in the eyes of the world, a futa, but you are yet to learn your place in the hierarchy.”
“Pl… place?”
“I am an Alpha.” Vogt hummed, “I am powerful and intelligent and virile. A beta is… impressive, if subservient, born to follow and support an Alpha. Gammas make the most of the rest, they are all but indistinguishable from females, save for their genitalia. If you are lucky, when you are finished developing that is what you will be. If not, there is those lowest in the hierarchy, the Omegas.”
“And… what are they like?”
“Subservient.” Vogt smiled. “Meek, shy… submissive. Often their craving for sexual domination is matched only by their desperate need for an Alpha or Beta to own them.”
Ethan’s cheeks were burning. She was almost ashamed of how hard she was. Mrs Vogt cleaned her glasses and smiled, her bright red eyes lingering on Ethan’s lips. “I believe the choices you make in the next few moments will determine what you will become a Gamma or an Omega.”
“Wh… What choices?”
“Do you wish to pursue Marcelene?” Vogt sighed, “Do you want to be hers?”
“I… yeah.” Ethan nodded meekly.
“And are you willing to obey me, to be trained so that you can be?”
Ethan bit her lip and clasped her hands together under the table, pressing down on her cock. “Y… yes.”
“Really?” Mrs Vogt hummed, leaning forwards. “Are you really so eager?”
“Marcelene is… incredible.” Ethan whispered. “And… I’ve been so happy these past two weeks… it’s like this is what I’m meant to be, who I’m meant to be. I want this so much.”
“In that case, I suppose you will need to be trained.” Vogt said simply, standing and straightening her tie. “I had hoped you would be a Gamma, live a nice, normal life. You are such a smart young person. Oh well… we should begin.”
“B… begin?”
“Yes, Jodie. Begin.” Vogt nodded. Jodie grinned at the first time being called by her name and slowly slipped out of her chair, holding her hands tight against her cock as it strained against her blouse. “On your knees.”
“Wh… why?”
“Because if you are going to be Marcelene’s pet, you need to learn two important lessons: how to obey, and how to handle your mistress’ cock.” Vogt calmly unzipped her fly and let her rod fall out into the open. Jodie whimpered at the sight and knelt; eyes wide as she saw the immense pole of flesh throb invitingly.
She began to crawl towards Vogt on instinct, mouth watering, only for the older woman to tut disapprovingly and halt her with a foot. “First lesson is obedience, Jodie.”
“I… I understand.”
“I understand ‘mistress’” Vogt tutted.
Jodie swallowed and nodded. “Yes, mistress.”
“Good, but an Omega should never question her owner.” The alpha purred softly, scarlet eyes flashing with arousal at the sight of a quivering Omega. “Sit still and be silent, there’s a good girl.”
Jodie opened her mouth to speak before biting her tongue, shuffling restlessly on her knees as Vogt’s hand began to wander lazily up and down her shaft. God it was so long, and so thick, pulsing beneath Vogt’s slender digits, throbbing with an alpha’s virility.
Her eyes followed the slow, patient movements of Vogt’s hand, saliva building under her tongue as, even meters away, the scent of the headmistress’ musk invaded her senses. The pheromones of a futa were intoxicating to all women to some degree, but only the potency of an alpha could turn males into infatuated submissives as well, overpowering the biological barriers to sway even non-potential mates.
Vogt was an alpha of almost unparalleled potency, and Jodie was barely even recognisable as a male anymore. She was swimming in the mind-melting chemicals, her eyes watering and her cock painfully pulsing between her legs.
Vogt let out a low croon after a few moments of toying with herself, biting a pale lip before curling a finger in a slow, deliberate motion.
Jodie swallowed and crawled close, whimpering as Vogt took her chin between her thumb and forefinger.
“Open your mouth.”
The alpha purred as Jodie obeyed, her already blushing cheeks almost glowing red as Vogt lined her head up with the girl’s gaping maw and stroked faster.
Jodie gagged at the first rope of pearly sperm landed on her tongue with an audible splat. The salty, bitter flavour was unlike anything she’d tasted before, but as she spluttered more thick wads of cum rained down onto her. she fought to keep her mouth open, but when at last Vogt’s seed stopped much of her face was splattered with white.
Vogt tutted sternly and forced her face back up to look her in the eye, allowing herself a small smile at Jodie’s embarrassment. “You’ve made quite the mess, but for your first time you were acceptable. How is the taste?”
“I…” Jodie mumbled, “I like it?”
“You don’t sound sure.” Vogt chuckled.
Jodie swallowed and ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth.
“I didn’t at first but… I… I..” She trailed off, eyes focussing on a single bead of pearly white still clinging to Vogt’s head. She only realised she’d been leaning forwards when Vogt stopped her with a stern cough. She blinked and looked meekly up at the alpha, who arched a single brow.
“M…may I… please clean your c… cock.” She croaked desperately, “Ma’am?”
Vogt chuckled and gave a single nod, inspecting her immaculate nails as Jodie lapped at her cock like a girl starved getting her first chance at a good meal. Soon enough Vogt’s cock was clean, and Jodie was tugged away with a pitiful whine of protest.
“Our lessons will continue later this week.” Vogt smiled simply, “Keep your distance from Marceline, I’d hate for you to embarrass yourself.”
“I… y… yes ma’am.”
“Oh, and seeing as I will be your alpha for the time being, I shall be treating you as if you were one of my own Omegas.” The headmistress sighed, standing and cleaning her glasses again before lifting Jodie to her feet. “You can expect a package of your new clothing to arrive soon, arrangements for your make-up and jewellery will take a little longer, but I shall handle them as well. In the meanwhile, I encourage you to explore your body as it changes, both sexually and aesthetically.”
“Wh… what?”
“Develop a style, explore your body.” Vogt tutted impatiently. “You are an anal virgin I assume, perhaps you should get a head-start on our lessons by experimenting? Saffron Industries has an excellent selection of vibrators, dildos and buttplugs, I highly recommend them.” A hand swatted her rump and Jodie squeaked, stumbling out of the room just as she realised Vogt had been leading her out in the first place. “Expect my letter.”
“B… but!” Jodie stammered, turning and pouting back at Vogt just in time for the door to shut in her face.
She stared at the door for a moment, pressing her erection down as it tented her blouse. She glanced nervously up and down the corridors before scurrying towards her dorm, heart pattering in her chest, grinning giddily all the way home.
