He saw no reason why he shouldn't teach in a girls' school, but began to have second thoughts when he was told at the interview that there were no other men on the staff and that all the teachers apart from him were women.

'I don't think that you'll have any difficulties,' said Miss Gimson, the headmistress. 'You'll soon fit in, I think.'

Later he was introduced to Miss Marshall, a tall, dark-haired woman of about twenty, very little older than the girls she was teaching. 'Look after him, Valerie, will you,' said Miss Gimson. She stressed the words 'look after' in such a way that they seemed to take on some special significance for Frank Heath. It almost seemed to him that she was giving  the young mistress a special signal, one he could not interpret.

'Yes,' replied Miss Marshall, 'I'll look after him all right.' She turned to Frank and said 'Come with me, Mr Heath.'

She first showed him his room and then suggested that he should go with her to her own apartment where she would tell him more about the running of the school.

Hers was a much more lavish room than the one he had been given and it had another room off, as well as its own bathroom and kitchenette.

'Sit down, and let me get you a drink,' said Valerie as she led him towards a low divan covered with cushions at one side of the room.

'What I want to suggest is that you should try to forget that you are a man,' began Miss Marshall. 'Just go about your work as if you were really one of us and then you'll have no difficulties. If you insist on separating yourself from the female staff and make a point of stressing that you are different because you are a man, I think you'll create real difficulties for yourself.'

'I see what you mean,' said Frank. 'Well, of course, 1 shan't stress my maleness. As far as I can I'll follow the example of the other teachers, though, naturally, I can't pretend to be a woman.'

'You could make yourself more feminine than you are though,' she answered..

'Make myself more feminine?' he said unbelievingly.

'Yes, why not? It would be very much to your advantage.'

'I'm not sure what you mean, Miss Marshall.'

'There are quite a few of the staff who resent the presence of a man,'

she told him. 'They have even threatened to deal with any man employed here. That's partly why we've had difficulty in keeping a man on the staff. Also it's the reason why the salary is so much higher than in any other school.'

'I should resist any such thing,' he replied. 'I hope none of the. staff will try anything. If they did, they would come off worst.'

'With the greatest respect Mr Heath I very much doubt that.'

'Well, anyway, I think I'd better go to my room now,' he said 'I want to get some rest.'

He left the French mistress's room and made his way back to his own. He had no sooner sat down than there was a knock on the door and when he called out 'Come in' two other members of the staff entered.

'I think we have a few things to tell you, Mr Heath,' one of them said. 'What do you mean?' he queried. 'We have come to tell you that we don't like men on the staff and if you want to stay here you'll have to fit in completely with our wishes and in the end behave exactly as if you were a woman,' said the second teacher, a well-built woman of about twenty-five whose name was Sally Vincent.

'Oh, I'm afraid that you'll be dis­appointed,' he said. 'I have no intention of behaving like a woman.'

'Do you mean that?' It was the first woman who spoke, Miss Leadbeater of the science department.

'Yes, of course.'

The two women looked at each other and then after a muttered exchange they walked across to where he was sitting and grabbedhim, one of them knocking him to the floor before he could protest or take evasive action.

'We shall see who are the masters here,' said Miss Leadbeater. 'Undress him.'

The two women between them began to pull off his clothes and despite his efforts to free himself it wasn't long before he was lying naked on the floor, the heel of one of the women pressed to his belly.

'I think we shall have to demon­strate that we know how to handle people like you,' said Miss Vincent. 'Let's give him a thrashing first of all.'

At those ominous words he made a renewed effort to get free but it only made the women more determined than ever to put him in his place by demonstrating that together they were much more than a match for him.

Miss Leadbeater drew a cane from her gown and waving it over him ordered him to get over the arm of the sofa.

When he hesitated he got a kick from Miss Vincent's stiletto heel and thinking it would be wise to pretend to be obeying them he got to his feet and placed himself, buttocks exposed, over the end of the sofa.

If he had any ideas about getting away when they weren't paying attention he was quickly disillusioned for almost as soon as he got into position Miss Vincent put a pair of handcuffs on his wrists, the other teacher gripping him from behind by his neck to prevent him from struggling.

Then the cane came down, hitting his buttocks  firmly and squarely,

forcing him to struggle again in a desperate attempt to avoid the next stroke. But it was wholly unavailing and during the next three or four minutes, as Miss Vincent held him down, he received eleven more strokes over his buttocks, reducing him almost to tears.

But it was only a beginning.

'I think that will show you that we mean what we say,' said one of them as they released his hands.

The amazed Frank Heath stood there just beginning to grasp the fact that he had been given a caning by another member of the staff to which he was the latest recruit. And that other member of the staff had been a woman! He began to think he must be dreaming, but he was brought down to reality by Miss Leadbeater telling him to dress.

'You had better come with us, I think, Mr Heath, we have some more things to show you,' she said.

He was determined that nothing of the kind should happen again but he could not actually refuse to go with them. He would be on his guard and forestall any move of the kind that had led to the caning on his own room.

When he was dressed, two women, flanking him on either side, led him down the corridor to a room marked 'private at one end. They opened the door and pushed him in ahead. Immediately he was inside the door they followed him, locking the door after them.

'This is what we call the "Special Room", Mr Heath,' said Miss Vincent. 'It's the room where both your predecessors spent a fair amount of time. Now, in your case, provided you do as we tell you there is no need why you should do the same. But if you make things difficult for us then you will undoubtedly suffer the same fate.'

'What do you want me to dot' he asked.

'Well, wed like you to undress first,' said Miss Vincent. 'It's much simpler that way. We have some special clothes we want you to put on for one thing.'

'But I want to wear my own clothes,' he protested.

'Ah, well if that's your attitude we shall have to undress you ourselves,' said Miss Leadbeater. 'Come on, Sally.'

They grabbed him, and he was tripped by Miss Vincent before he could defend himself or make for the door. At once they started to undress him, achieving their object this time even more quickly than on the previous occasion.

As soon as he was naked they forced him into a straight-backed chair and quickly strapped him to it so that he was a virtual prisoner. He protested, demanding to know what they thought they were doing, but they merely smiled at him.

'You've asked for this Frank Heath,' said Miss Vincent.

She was standing to one side but he noticed that she was slipping out of her blouse and skirt, though still keeping her gown over her shoulders. Still with her back to him she was also removing her stockings and knickers, replacing the long rubber boots when she had done so. And then putting her arms back into her gown sleeves again and adjusting her mortar-board she turned to face him. He was amazed to see that she was naked except for the gown and boots.

In her hand she held her knickers. 'We'll gag him with these,' she said, addressing her fellow-teacher who  was behind him and whom he could not see. She handed the knickers to Miss Leadbeater whb, standing just

behind Frank's chair, reached round and stuffed them into his mouth and then quickly fixed them in place with another short strap. He was literally bound and gagged, and unable to speak.

Miss Leadbeater now came to Miss

Vincent's side and he saw that she too was naked except from her gown and knee-length rubber boots.

'I think you thought you were too clever for us, Mr Heath, and that you could come and join our staff and ignore our wishes. Well, by now you must be aware that we mean what we say and we don't put up with a man who doesn`ít accept that this is a female establishment where female rules and ways apply completely.'

She continued to talk but now she disappeared behind his back and he heard her fiddling with some sort of switch on the wall.

'We have decided, therefore, that our best course is to feminize youcompletely. Had you been willing to co-operate and admit freely that we had a right to demand that you should behave as we wanted you to, then we might have avoided this. But you have left us no alternative. We shall completely feminize you and make you into a woman - or, at least, make you into a man who will in every way behave like a woman. We have gagged you with knickers as you are going to have to wear knickers sooner or later. But first we shall shave all the hair from your body that does not conform to the female distribution. Also we shall shave your head completely as you will shortly be given a wig to help you to look and feel more like a woman.'

He now heard the electric shaver humming close to his head and a moment later Miss Leadbeater was moving it up his neck and over his scalp.

He struggled in a desperate attempt to free himself but it was of no avail.

In any case Miss Vincent was watching closely and would have prevented him from escaping if he had somehow managed to break free from the straps. Five minutes later his head was completely shaven.

'Now you will see that we also shave our genitals,' said Miss Leadbeater, directing his attention to Miss Vincent's mons veneris, 'and so we intend to shave your genitals too.'

With those extremely ominous words she got down on her knees and started to shave him, working her way from his belly to his penis and scrotum, as well as over his hairy thighs, continuing to keep the shaver moving until he was completely hair­less from his belly to his knees.

It was tea-time and the two women left him strapped to the chair while they went off to the senior common room to join the rest of the staff and inform them of the progress they had made with Frank Heath.

Meanwhile Heath himself sat there, miserable and completely downcast at what had happened to him and what was in store for him if these women got their way. They had shaved him and he was horrified at the thought of what he would look like. Although he certainly had no wish to wear a wig he now almost welcomed the idea for the thought of being seen as he was at that moment frightened him: he would be a subject of ridicule among the girls.

If, however, he thought they had finished with him for the time being he was mistaken for the two mistresses returned after half an hour, immediately undoing their gowns as they entered the room to expose their breasts and genitals. They did it in a blatant, almost vulgar way that he found obscene.

'Put his hands in the cuffs,' said Miss Leadbeater, 'and then we can suspend him from the bar'.

The cuffs were of metal and when they had put his wrists in them they were inserted into a iron rod fitted to two chains that were fixed to the ceiling. Miss Vincent went to one side of the room and began to wind up the chains until the bar rose above his head and his arms were stretched vertically above him. She stopped winding the chain at the point when his feet were beginning to leave the floor.

'Now we can carry your feminiza­tion a stage or two further,' commented Miss Leadbeater.

She had been wearing a rubber garment under her gown, the purpose of which had intrigued him. She now removed her gown and then the rubber garment. He saw that it was moulded to shape a woman's body, from her breasts to her crotch. It was strapped round her waist. She unfastened it and then went over to him, fitting it to his naked body, giving him the shape of a woman and at the same time covering and hiding his genitals. The two women quickly strapped it to his body.

'He is beginning to take on the shape of a woman,' laughed Miss Vincent. 'But wait until we dress him in a gym-slip and a wig.'

He was horrified enough at the prospect of being dressed as a woman but even more horrified at being put into a girl's uniform in the shape of a gym-slip.

'A gym-slip?' he gasped.

'Yes, a gym-slip. You see we can't accept you as a fully-fledged member of the staff and we shall treat you as a pupil-teacher until you willingly accept your role as a woman. and abandon all your manly pretensions.'

He was beginning to understand that he wasn't going to have an easy time at St Ursula's and made up his mind to escape if he could find a way.

'You will grow to like your rubber frontal,' said Miss Vincent, 'but in case you have any ideas of taking it off, forget them, because 1 am fastening the strap at the back with a minute lock and key which you cannot possibly unlock. Later we are also going to fit a penile corset to your genitals to prevent you from getting an erection under the frontal, and that, too, will be fixed with a small lock. So don't get the idea that you can get away from here. You chose to join us and you must suffer the consequences. As a matter of fact, we quite like the idea of feminizing a man and some of the other mistresses intend to get quite a lot of enjoyment out of you in the meantime.'

He looked down at the strapped-on, moulded rubber garment with the shaped breasts and the crotch-piece disappearing between his legs, and then at the mistress standing in front of him. She was now half naked and seemed to enjoy flaunting her sex in front of him. At any other time he would have been erotically excited by the sight of her body but this wasn't a time for thinking about sex. He just hoped that they would fit him up with the girl's outfit and wig as soon as possible, deciding that if he behaved himself and conformed to their plans, he might be released from the rubber garment and allowed to wear a cap and gown. In time he might then find a chance to escape.

Once again he miscalculated, for some of the other mistresses were determined to enjoy themselves at his expense.

'We shall dress you in the morning,' said Miss Leadbeater, 'meanwhile our gymnastics mistress is coming to have a little fun with you.'

A few moments later a large, well­built, athletic-looking woman came into the room, the door being unlocked when she knocked.

'Ah, this is him, is it?'she said. 'Well, I need a little relief so he can give it to me.' She strode over to where he was still chained to the bar and told him he was going to be lowered to the floor. 'Then you will lick my pussy, Mr Heath.' 

They lowered him until the chain was slack enough for him to lie on the floor, whereupon the gymnastics mistress, wearing only her gown and boots lowered herself over his face, kneeling so that her genitals were pressed to his mouth. 'Now lick me,' she ordered.

It was humiliating to be forced to lick any woman who just asked him, especially in the defenceless, shaven condition he found himself in. But worse than that he soon found that as he thrust his tongue into her slit he began to get sexually roused but his penis was so tightly squeezed against his body by the rubber garment that it quickly became uncomfortable and it was soon obvious that if he got an erection it would be very painful indeed. Therefore as he licked her to a conclusion he had to make a conscious effort not to be roused by the oral contact with her luscious sex.

Next morning he was led, covered in a blanket, to the Special Room. The blanket was quickly taken from him when they got him inside the room where, to his astonishment, he saw another man tied over a horse who was being caned by Miss Vincent.

'Now,' said Miss Leadbeater, 'here are the clothes that you will wear over your rubber frontal for the time being.' 

She handed him a blouse and gyroslip, a pair of knickers, suspender-belt and stockings, as well as a wig and a tie with St Ursula school colours.

'Put them on!' she ordered.

He struggled into the clothes. Never having worn female garments before he had the utmost difficulty in getting them on, particularly with the suspenders. But in the end he managed to put them on and then, after fastening the tie, he completed his task by putting on the wig.

'You can go and look at yourself in the mirror over there,' said Miss Leadbeater.

He walked to the mirror and soon saw that he cut a rather sorry-looking figure. He looked like an ugly, unfeminine teenager with ill-fitting clothes, and the sight dismayed him.

He was then called back to stand in front of Miss Leadbeater who now held a cane in her hand.

'We always initiate our real pupil­teachers by administering a token caning,' she said. 'In your case, as you are a man and I want to impress on you the need to conduct yourself as a female from now on, I shall give you more strokes than I would a young lady. Come you had better lie over my knee.'

The wretched Frank lay over her knees, she drew back the qym-slip and knickers, exposing his buttocks. Then she brought down the cane fiercely across one of his cheeks. He winced, and almost jerked himself from her knees, but she pushed him down with her left hand and swished the cane down again, cutting into the flesh of both buttocks.

'I hope you appreciate why I am doing this,' said Miss Leadbeater. 'It is the one way of knicking the pre­tension out of men and also of teaching them to be less aggressive, more passive like a woman.' Again the cane struck him and he bit his lip to suppress a cry that almost burst from him. Then again she hit him, continuing to do so for twenty strokes until he was almost unaware of what was happening to him.

When she released him he watched while Miss Vincent continued her cruel treatment of the other man who, by this time, seemed to have given up struggling, lying there apathetically as the strokes rained down on his bottom.

When, finally, the other man was released he was ushered from the room and Miss Leadbeater was replaced by Miss Drury who enjoyed most of all watching while a man was reluctantly forced to indulge in cunnilingus with another of the teachers.

She waited until Miss Vincent returned.

'It's your turn, Sally, to have it done to you,' she announced, grabbing hold of Frank and pushing him back over a low stool. As she did so, Miss Vincent grabbed him and then straddled him, thrusting her exposed vulva against his lips. Miss Drury, meanwhile, her eyes glued on the man's face as her fellow-teacher's vulva came into contact with his lips, held him firmly by his thighs. Between the two women he was virtually a prisioner with no room for manoeuvre, and was therefore forced to give pleasure to Miss Vincent.

'Put your tongue in my slit,' said Miss Vincent in a husky voice, a voice that revealed her erotic excitement. He thrust his tongue into the wet slit, momentarily enjoying the wonderful contact, but regretting it a moment or two later when Miss Drury pressed the rubber garment even more firmly against his genitals, practically squashing them, just when he began to harden.

'That will teach you,' she murmured, though her attention was mainly on his face and Miss Vincent's labia.

She watched, her gaze becoming more and more lascivious as time went on. After a while she was so excited by what she saw that she started to masturbate herself.

Meanwhile Sally Vincent was moving her clitoris against Frank's lips for she was in an ideal position to do so, pressing it hard against his lips, supported by his teeth. Eventually she adopted a steady, regular rhythm that slowly and inevitably brought her close to an orgasm.

'Oh, darling, you are going to come,' gasped Miss Drury, getting to her feet and going round to put her arms round her fellow-teacher, grabbing her breasts as she did so.

'Yes, yes,' gasped Miss Vincent. 'Oh, yes, yes . . . .'. Then she gave a long-drawn-out sigh as she climaxed, and seconds later she flooded Frank's face with her spendings.

On the following day Frank was allowed to dress and to take his first class. It was obvious that the girls thought he was a strange-looking woman; indeed they may have been told the secret that he was a man. But they treated him with respect and he was amazed to find that his day went quite well.

Miss Marshall congratulated him on the way he had handled things and on the method of his teaching, but suggested that he had some way to go before he could be said to be feminized.

'I shall take you personally to the Special Room tonight,' she told him, 'and condition you even more into full acceptance of the feminine role.'

He waited in some trepidation until the time she had told him to go to the room, and when he got there his fears were increased when he saw that Miss Vincent and Miss Drury were also present.

'We have decided that you have made a fair amount of progress in your feminization,' said Miss Marshall, 'and we intend to treat you for the last time as a man. After tonight you will dress in the proper mistress's gown and, subject to you continuing on the right lines, we shall not bring you here again. But now for the masculine side of you.'

The three women grabbed him and he was soon standing naked before them. With a quick lunge by Miss Drury he found himself on the floor and a moment later Miss Marshall, wearing only cap and rubber boots was squatting on his face, her naked vulva pressed to his lips. Simul­taneously Miss Drury started to caress his genitals and soon had him hard and erect, whereupon she straddled him and lowered herself onto his prick.

The two women then made the most of their opportunity. Miss Marshall moved her labia against Frank's lips, urging him as she did so, to use his tongue on her clitoris, while Miss Drury moved rhythmically up and down on his prick, taking it deep inside her vagina on her downward thrusts.

Baffled by the fact that nothing was being said anymore about his feminization, Frank let himself go and did his best to satisfy both the women, moving his mouth skilfully on Miss Marshall's vulva and clitoris and, at the same time, arching his pelvis to fit in with Miss Drury's rhythmic thrusts.

The two women came simul­taneously, Miss Marshall's spendings flooding over his face, Miss Drury's bathing his rampant prick.'

Almost at once Miss Vincent mounted him. Fortunately he was still hard, but had not ejaculated, the experience of the previous few days having inhibited his masculinity con­siderably. In the end, however, he managed to reach a climax, ejaculating inside Miss Vincent's cunt, though not before the girl herself had reached an orgasm.

But if he thought that was to be the end of the evening he was mistaken for the whole performance was repeated many times, other members of the staff joining in as the first three mistresses became exhausted. By the end of the evening Frank himself was reduced to a shadow of his former self and was incapable of any sort of tumescence or of showing the slightest interest in sex.

The following morning he was allowed to dress in the regular clothes of the female staff and was also

provided with a much more attractive wig than the one he had been given in his role as pupil-teacher. Miss Vincent also provided some items of make-up and helped him to apply them to his face.

In the days that followed Miss Heath became one of the most popular mistresses in the school and if any of the girls had suspected that she was a man such suspicions were soon forgotten.

After a month or two it was no longer necessary for him to wear the rubber 'frontal' provided to give him the right shape when he first came to the college, for after a course of hormones he had grown breasts of a reasonable size and his figure generally seemed to take on a more feminine shapeliness.

When he strode down the corridor in mortar-board, gown, elegant black stockings, and high-heel shoes, his long fair hair flowing behind him, very few observers would have suspected that Miss Heath was a man.