The last group of coeds met in Tasha Foreman's office just a month before the end of the term.
"Kurt Schaffenberger is the last of our little guinea pigs," she told them, "and I understand that, in his case, 'pig' is a very good description."
"Yeah, he's the worst male chauvinist I've ever met," said Gracie Fox.
"He treats every woman as if she's a little girl," Dorrie Heck agreed.
"That's what I'd heard," Tasha nodded. "Now, let me tell you what I have planned for Kurt."
Later that day, Kurt made his entrance to the instructor's office. "I don't know why I signed up for this course, anyway," he announced. "I don't have any problems figuring out the differences between the sexes."
"Really?" Tasha's eyebrows went up in interest. She pulled the "magic light" from below her desk and turned it on. "Why don't you tell me how you see the differences, Kurt?"
"Well, women are like children," he proclaimed. "They need to be led and protected...by men, of course." He blinked, and found himself confused, unable to continue, as the light interfered with his concentration.
"Children--led and protected? Seriously?" Tasha asked.
"Ummmm....yeah...." he said and then his voice drifted off.
"Kurt--are you really convinced that's what women are like?" Tasha
"Yes, Miss Foreman," he answered, drifting into a trance.
"Would you be like that, if you were a woman?" she continued.
"Yes...but I'm not a woman," he protested.
"We'll see, we'll see," Tasha mused. She turned to the girls, waiting in the outer office. "OK, ladies, bring in those things."
In short order, Kurt was dressed in the most feminine and frilly of little-girl drag: a lacy white blouse and a plaid school-girl jumper, along with white knee socks and Mary-Janes. A shoulder-length dark wig was placed on his head, and blue satin ribbons tied it into a pair of full ponytails. The women prettied his face with a light touch of cosmetics.
Tasha posed the transformed student before a full-length mirror and directed his attention to it.
"Kurt, do you see the mirror?"
"Yes, Miss Foreman," he answered, dully. "There's a little girl there."
"No--not a little girl, Kurt. It's a woman, your image of a woman--a childish, helpless thing. It's you from now on.
"Your name is Pollyanna," Tasha continued, "and like that famous heroine, you see good in all things. You are never cross or out of sorts. You smile and simper and obey without question."
"I'm Pollyanna," he replied.
"Very good," Tasha complimented him. "Now, like many little girls, you like to suck on things-- lollipops, candy canes, things like that. If you hear me say, 'candy cane', from now on, you will have an irresistible urge to suck and lick at whatever is placed before you. What's more the sucking is sexually exciting--you will feel your little cock grow big in your pretty panties whenever you suck on something."
"I like to lick candy canes," the newly named Pollyanna said, smiling.
"Of course, you do," Tasha agreed. "One more thing: If I say, 'play the glad game,' you will immediately return to this trance and wait for instructions. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Foreman," he answered again. "I like the glad game."
"Excellent," she said. "Now, when I count to five, you'll awaken and be Pollyanna! One-two- three-four-five!"
The over-sized little girl blinked and woke up. She smiled and apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss Foreman. I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Quite all right, darling," Tasha replied. She beckoned to one of the coeds. "You know Carrie Infantino, don't you?" she asked, indicating the lovely Italian girl with the large bosom who now faced the cross-dressed boy.
"Yes. How are you, Carrie?"
"I'm fine, Pollyanna," the coed said, as she unbuttoned her blouse at Tasha's silent suggestion, revealing her breasts barely contained by her flimsy bra. She reached behind and undid the bra catch, and her large dark nipples were uncovered.
"Pollyanna--candy cane," Tasha said, quietly.
The ersatz little girl leaned forward and took one of Carrie's nipples between her lips, sucking and licking and nibbling. The aroused Carrie plunged her hand under her skirt and began to fondle herself.
"That's amazing," said another coed, Winnie Ellsworth. "Will he suck anything like that?"
"Yes," Tasha assured her, "even a cock--and maybe sooner rather than
Winnie and Carrie, who were roommates in an apartment off campus, took charge of Pollyanna, moving the oral-obsessed, childlike crossdresser into their spare room. Night after night was an orgy of Pollyanna's tongue loving and longingly applied to the girls' nipples and pussies.
They learned to delight in depriving their "young" protege her own sexual release--letting her use her oral talents on them, watching her cock grow in frustration, and then bringing themselves (or each other) to climax while forbidding Pollyanna to touch herself. They knew the boy-girl was reaching a point of sexual urgency.
Tasha visited them a week after Pollyanna's initial transformation. Pollyanna greeted her at the door in a remarkable outfit--a gold satin party dress with four or five petticoats beneath it, sheer white knee socks, white patent-leather maryjanes and a gold satin bow in her hair. She curtsied and escorted the instructor to the living room.
"Well, I can see you have Pollyanna just about ready for her final test," Tasha told the girls. She turned to the "experiment" and said, "Pollyanna, play the glad game." The boy-girl's eyes, so bright and shining a moment ago, went dull and glassy as she fell into the trance once again. Tasha smiled.
"Pollyanna, do you remember what we said a woman's duties are?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss Foreman," the transformed student replied. "They are to be led and protected by men. They should do whatever a man asks them to do. Men know the right things to do."
Tasha took off her coat. She was wearing a man's suit, her was combed back and slicked down. "Who am I?" she asked Pollyanna.
"Miss Foreman," she answered.
"Look again," the teacher commanded. "Is this how a woman dresses? Is this how Miss Foreman dresses?"
Confused, the entranced boy-girl answered, "No."
"I am Mister Foreman," Tasha continued. She stood and towered over the seated student. "I am a man, you must do what I tell you, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Foreman," Pollyanna replied.
"Very good. Now, I'm going to wake you up and when I do, you will obey me, Mr. Foreman, as you would any man, just like a child-woman should." Pollyanna nodded, and Tasha counted, "One-two-three-four-five," she counted as she stripped off her pants and revealed a strap-on dildo.
Pollyanna woke up, looking straight into the "eye" of the artificial member. "Candy cane," Tasha said. And the boy-girl placed her pink-tinted lips over the dildo and began to suck and lick.
Tasha watched as his sexual frenzy grew to a fever pitch, driven by seven days of brink-of-orgasm frustration. Pollyanna could hardly contain herself. Finally, Tasha looked the TV in the eye and said, "Go ahead and come, Pollyanna."
Pollyanna's cock fairly exploded and filled her frilly panties with cum. But her lips and tongue never left Tasha's cock.
"Get the door, Marian." Tasha called out to the student-maid who minced to the door in her six- inch heels.
"Good evening, Miss Carrie, Miss Winnie. Hello, Pollyanna," she said, as she curtsied and took their coats.
These three were the last to arrive. The other students--Aurora and Joanne, each with her coterie of coed transformers--were already seated in the living room of Tasha's home. As the newcomers passed Tasha in the hallway, she said, "Play the glad game" and like the other two "experiments" Pollyanna fell into her trance. Maid Marian followed them into the room and was also re-entranced.
"Well, ladies, we've completed the experiment," Tasha announced. "As I see it, we've learned some valuable lessons. Men and women are not so different after all...and men can learn what it is to play a subservient role. Some--like Joanne--even learn to love it."
She turned to the once-male submissives. "It's time to return you all to normal, although Joanne will remain as my very loyal, very efficient secretary." She produced a set of male clothes for each of the others, and had them get dressed. Then she released them from their trances and sent them home.
"That was fun while it lasted," said Bobbi Kane.
"Yeah, too bad it's over," sighed Lena Falk.
"Who said it's over?" Tasha smiled. "Did I remove any post-hypnotic suggestions?"