บท 1: Enrollment (1) R18
Sir, this is an all female institution. I am sorry, but we just cannot allow admission to a male student. It just would not make any sense," the headmaster says.
She is wearing the mandatory school uniform—a black coat over a white collared t-shirt, a dark blue skirt, and a pair of knee-high socks.
Her body is not super athletic or skinny, but that's not to say it isn't worth looking at. She has been gifted with a nice meaty body with a pair of tits that protrude well past her chest line. Her thighs look like they could crush a watermelon. I know that if I really wanted to watch her ass jiggle with the pounding of my cock I could.
Despite all of this fap material sitting in front of me, all I can think about is how she is honestly such a bitch.
The fact that I used to just have to sit down and take this kind of treatment before I discovered my gift is honestly quite sad. I've wasted so many years of my life as an outcast in a lower class household just because I don't fit into society's standards of "nice" when in reality I could've been treated as a king. All I have to do is think it and I can manipulate the thoughts of those around me.
"What did you say?" I ask, toying with my food.
Through my telepathic powers, I feel around the deepest nooks and crannies of her mind.
"I said…" the words seem to stall out of her mouth. She doesn't know it, but I already have her within my grip. "This is an all female institution."
"It's funny that you think I care," I say.
I feel her mind momentarily slip away from my grasp.
"SIR!" she yells, but I quickly re-establish the neural bridge from her mind to mine. "We would love to have such a highly esteemed student such as yourself at United Boarding School."
She lets out a small smile.
"Oh, I'm glad that we are on the same page," I say.
I send a thought command to the headmaster's mind and she starts to unbutton her blouse.
"Say, what was your name again?" I ask her.
"Oh, it's Ms. Marth," the principal says as she undoes the last button holding back her large chest. Her bra clad tits sprout out from the cavity created in her shirt.
Just to think, this whole school is swarming with girls younger and hotter than Ms. Marth and they are all at my disposal.
"Ms. Marth?," I say. The principal responds with nothing more than a pair of confused eyes, as if she didn't exactly understand what I was saying. "You don't look like a Ms. Marth. You look more like a Lauren. Yeah! Lauren! That's what you'll go by."
"What? You can't just decide that my name is Lauren. Plus, I am an adult, young man. You call me by my last name with some respect…—," Lauren says. She seems to pause right after saying that. I have already changed her mind on the subject. "Yes, Lauren it is."
She reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra, allowing her tits to plop out and hang towards the floor.
"Alright Ms. Lauren," I say. "Where will I be staying?"
"Hm, since you're a boy, it wouldn't be right to put you with the other girls. There is one room where we could accommodate yo—" she says as I cut her off.
"Where do the hottest girls stay?" I ask.
"Huh?" she seems caught off guard. "Sir! These are students!"
"I said... where do the hottest girls stay!?" I decide to reiterate myself. "You know, the girls with the nicest asses? Nicest faces? Perky tits? You will tell me right now."
She seems to calm down.
"Oh the hottest girls huh?" she says as she kneads her breasts between her fingers. "They would be in the second story of the B wing."
"Alright, that's where I'll be staying," I say. I make sure that
"Oh no, we can find a more secluded spot for you away fr—" she says.
"I don't think so Ms. Lauren". I snap my fingers.
"Oh? Um… okay. I'll call the dorm manager and make the accommodations," she says as she picks up her phone.
After a few minutes on the phone, she walks me out of her office and towards my new room.
"Pleasure to have you aboard," Ms. Lauren says. We enter the hallway full of pupils dressed in school uniforms similar to the one that Lauren is… was wearing. "As you can see, we don't normally accept new students. Especially not males who have already graduated highschool previously."
She was right. This was just the senior wing of the school, but my out-of-placeness was obvious to everyone around us. However, they paid less mind to me and more to the fact that their strict, powerful principal was walking around the place with her fat tits literally falling out of her shirt.
Of course, none of them dare say anything that might come off as disrespect or insubordination.
I can tell that Lauren is embarrassed, but she does nothing to cover herself. I have the power to let her redress or to even make it so that other students don't think anything of the sight, but I remember how bitchy Ms. Lauren is and decide to make her repay her debts. I make those around her just aware enough to notice her exposed state but not enough to make a big deal out of it.
It doesn't take long before we reach the wing that I will supposedly be staying in. As we enter, the fact that this is where all of the "hotties" stay is pretty believable as all of the girls seem to be a seven out of ten or up. Without having to worry about the presence of possibly perverted men, the dress code seems to be pretty relaxed. Even though the students had to wear a uniform, they still had enough up to their own discretion (even more so without having to worry about what men think of them). Low cleavage, high skirts, exposed shoulders, stockings—these girls have taken the opportunity to express themselves to a whole new level.
"Alright ladies," I call to everyone in the dormitory hallway. I am met with a series of confused looks as they wonder what I am doing in an all girls dormitory. It was rare for someone of my gender to make it this far into school territory before the cops have been called, nonetheless for said someone to feel comfortable enough to address everyone in the hall in such a demeaning way.
Wanting to avoid any confusion, Ms. Lauren butts in.
"Hello students! Please welcome our newest member to the school. This is Eric Dextler and he has recently transferred into our school. We all remember how scary our first day has been so please show him a warm welcome," she says.
That doesn't seem to answer anyone's question. If anything, now people are just wondering why Ms. Lauryn's chest is completely exposed. Again like I said before, I make the girls in the room feel like they can't ask or act out on the sight.
"I'll be staying here from now on," I say. The only reply apparent is a series of confused stares; some even seem to be waiting for Lauren to talk me off and escort me off campus. I continue on, but I make sure to be more convincing this time. "...so don't be alarmed if you start to see me around because I am a normal student. If anything, you should treat me better than your normal peers"
The looks on their faces seem to drop back to normal as I make sure that they accept my words as truth.
Yes, mhm, uh huh, of course, that makes total sense I hear murmured around the room.
"Alright, I'm glad everyone is on board. Now, it's just a matter of finding which room you will be staying in," Lauryn says.
I am about to speak up but I am cut off by caucasion girl standing in her doorway. Decently tall and blonde, a basic white girl. She stands with a sense of confidence that comes off more arrogant than anything, as if she knows how hot she is—and she isn't exactly wrong. Even through her uniform, I can tell that her body must be magnificent. She is a lot thinner than the headmaster, but she is generously proportioned in her chest and rear.
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