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Subject: {ASSM} The New School - Chap. 1 (Ff+/m, Fdom)
Date: Fri, 10 May 2002 13:10:03 -0400
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(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive)
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The New School (Chapter 1)
by Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com

        For Steven it was odd packing up to go to another new school. He'd 
just gotten use to this one. But, when your only parent was a principle 
looking for a school to run, you moved around allot. Debbie Connaly was not 
only looking for a good high school, but a place where she could further 
her research. She already had her masters in psychology and was looking to 
get her doctorate.

        Debbie wasn't interested in the college scene, it was all too cloak 
and dagger. And with her thesis, she didn't need anyone spying on what she 
was doing, ruining the whole experiment. It was surprising to find a school 
willing to let her use them as a continual experiment, but the women 
running the Raven Wood school for girls were quite interested in finding 
the results of her thesis.

        The Raven Wood school was owned and operated by Margie Witherspoon 
a rich widow with three girls to take care of. So, to make sure that they 
got the best education, her kind of education, she created the Raven Wood 
school. Many of her upscale friends and other high society women thought of 
it as a great chance to teach their young women how to reach their true 
potential. Not that all they were taught was feminist propaganda or female 
power, but more the truth of life; every one has their own gifts and they 
should use them to their best ability, no matter their sex. These young 
women would not be crushed by the conventional male superiority unknowingly 
taught in the common schools. They would learn to be the best they could 
be, and how to make their dreams come true. The best female teachers were 
brought in to make the education as full and robust as possible. But with 
the new addition to the staff and student population, the young women would 
now get an education that no other school could ever provide.

        "Stevey, could you please put all your clothes into one box." 
Debbie yelled from the other room. He hatted when his mother called him 
that. All his friends called him Steve, he even thought of himself as Steve 
or even Steven, but never Stevey. She'd never change though. But, why did 
she want all his clothes in a box?

        "Mom, I'm going to need to pack my clothes right?" Steve said as he 
peered around the corner into his mother's room.

        "Sorry darling, didn't I tell you I've already packed all that your 
going to need." Debbie turned to smile at her son. "The new school has a 
uniform that you have to wear, so you won't need your other clothes."

        "A uniform?" Steve sighed. He hated being stuck looking just like 
everyone else, it was bad enough that he was still only five six at 
fifteen. But now he was going to get lost looking just like everyone else.

        "Don't worry darling it'll look great on you." She walked over and 
put her hands on his shoulders and smiled down into his eyes. "Your going 
to make me proud." It felt odd having to look up to his mother, at his age 
he should be looking down on her, not up. She stood just a couple of inches 
taller then him. A pretty women with long blond hair and piercing emerald 
eyes. Not busty, but did fill out a two piece very nicely. Steve was always 
embarrassed when he noticed that his mother was a woman. He just wished 
that his hormones were under his control, not the other way around. With 
her standing so close he couldn't help but blush and shuffle his feat. Why 
his father left her he couldn't figure. "Now go toss all that other stuff 
into a box for me."

        "But what about on the weekends and going to town. I know that this 
place is like a dorm, but we won't be there all the time will we?" Steve 
was sure that he could keep some of his clothes. He liked allot of them. 
His favorite shirt from the Misfits concert, and the long Bermuda shorts 
his father got for him.

        "I'm sorry honey. I thought I explained it all. Raven Wood is like 
it's own little town. There's no reason to go anywhere else. They have all 
that shops we'll need. But don't worry about getting bored; they have 
tennis courts, an Olympic size swimming pool, and all kind of activities 
for you and the rest of the students." She could feel him slump a little 
under her hands. She pulled him close and held him tight to her. "Don't 
worry I'll make sure you're happy when it's all over."

        "All right mom." Steve wasn't sure what she meant by that, as he 
pulled away, but it felt ominous somehow; like someone walking over your 
grave. He shook the sudden chill from his bones and went to toss his 
clothes into a box.

        Debbie stood their and watched him walk back to his room. She'd 
never been so worried before. She loved her son more then he could ever 
know, but she knew that her theory was correct. And, he was going to help 
her prove it. She just hoped that in the end he'd forgive her; if he didn't 
her theory wouldn't really matter at all. She'd lose her son forever. She 
wasn't sure if it was all worth the risk. Debbie took a deep breath and 
steeled herself. This was going to work. She would prove her theory and 
then make sure her son was happy after. In the end every thing was going to 
be fine. But, with such a heavy weight on her heart, she just didn't know.

        It was a long flight out to the middle of nowhere. Steve watched as 
the cities faded into the background. Woods and mountains claimed the 
landscape. After the big plane, the little Sesna they were in felt like a 
toy thrown into the wind. It bounced around with all the turbulence as they 
approached a small landing field near the school. Even from the air you 
couldn't see the school, it was lost in some small valley over the next 
hill. It was odd having a school built in the middle of the mountains with 
nothing around. But rich people did what they wanted. That's all Steven 
really knew about the school: it was a very exclusive private school for 
the rich, and he was just lucky to be going there. It's not like that they 
had a choice, to get his mother they had to take him to. Steven wasn't very 
comforted by that thought as the plane landed.

        It didn't take long for the plane to drop them off and take back to 
the sky. Steve dragged their bags to the side of the runway and plopped 
down on one of the suit cases. It was really cold, so Steven helped his 
mother put on her coat, and pulled a beanie over his head to keep his ears 
warm. Their was nothing else: just the runway, surrounded by a dark creepy 
forest full of iced over trees. Steven couldn't help but think of all the 
old horror movies he liked to stay up and watch. It was like Crystal Lake - 
lite. It was just a few minutes after they landed that a car pulled up to 
the runway and a very pretty woman stepped from inside. She was wearing a 
long coat, but you could still see her tanned legs peeking from under the 
coat and her red dress. Her heels clicked across the rough concrete. As she 
stood before them offering her hand, Steve popped to his feet and pulled 
the beanie from his head. She took one look at him her smile disappeared 
and her hand pulled away like she was bitten. She then looked carefully at 
them both and her smile returned. "You must be Mrs. Connaly, am I correct?" 
Debbie just smiled and nodded. "So you must be Steven?"

        "Yes, ma'am." Steve said as he shook her hand. "But, you can just 
call me Steve."

        "Why thank you Steven, but as a teacher here I must keep things 
proper." She smiled. "My name is Mrs. Evans. I'm going to be your biology 
teacher."

        "I'm very glad to meet you, ma'am." He smiled as he grabbed the 
bags and followed her to the car. All he could think was, if all the 
teachers looked like that he was going to like this place. Mrs. Evans was 
very pretty and couldn't have been more then twenty five. She wasn't tall 
or short, but had a models figure. Steven was sure she had to be a swimmer 
with a sleek figure like that. Her raven hair fell gently about her 
shoulders and glistened in the morning light. Steven couldn't help but 
stare a bit. Steve opened the door for his mother and got into the back 
seat. It was odd, but Mrs. Evans seemed to watch his every move.

        "It's nice to see a polite boy." Mrs. Evans said as she started the 
car and pulled away.

        "Thank you, ma'am." Steve said with a blush. It all seemed so odd 
to him. It was like he was the center of attention, or at least her eyes 
made him feel that way. He couldn't help but blush and shift in his seat. 
His mother and Mrs. Evans chatted as they drove up the hill and down into 
the valley on the other side. Just barely listening, as he watched the 
landscape go by, he heard Mrs. Evans tell his mom to call her Betty. Just 
then they passed a large sign that said "Raven Wood School for Girls". 
Steven had to take a second look before the total shock overcame him. "MOM! 
That said Raven Wood School for Girls! I can't go to an all girls school!!"

        "Didn't you know that it was an all girls school?" Mrs. Evans asked 
over her shoulder. His utter look of shock and horror was answer enough. 
She couldn't help but smile a little at his reaction. From that moment she 
knew she was going to love having Steven as her student. His reactions were 
so pure. Just by watching him she could tell that inside he was really a 
very shy and modest boy. His mother must have sheltered him as much as she 
could. Betty couldn't help but wonder if Mrs. Connaly was really that 
calculating.

        "Calm down son." Debbie said a little more sternly then she meant, 
but he fell quickly in place. His eyes looked panicked like she'd never 
seen before. And he blushing so bad it looked like he'd been in the sun too 
long. She knew that Steve was shy around girls, but now she knew it was 
much worse then she thought. "Your just going to be one of the first. Their 
going to see how you workout and then maybe add a few more boys latter - 
making it a coed school. Aren't you proud to be the first." It was hard to 
bite back the fear that this might all be too much for him.

        "But, Mom ... isn't their another school nearby that I can go to. A 
normal school?" His voice pleading.

        "Steven, I'll not have that kind of talk from you. This is a normal 
school and you'll conduct yourself like a perfect gentleman." Debbie glared 
at her son until he couldn't keep eye contact.

        "Yes, ma'am."

        "Now apologize to Mrs. Evans for your rude behavior."

        "I'm really sorry Mrs. Evans. I didn't mean to be rude. I was just 
a little shocked is all. I'm sure this is a fine school." Steven said 
quietly.

        "It's all right Steven." She smiled as he blushed and looked away. 
"I'm sure this would come as a shock to anyone." Turning to Debbie, "So, 
why didn't you tell poor Steven he'd be coming to an all girls school?"

        "Well, I knew he'd react like this. I didn't want him worrying the 
whole summer about it, before we even got here. I'm sure that he'll settle 
in nicely now that we're here. Besides, he's very shy around girls, it'll 
do him good. In fact he won't even take his shirt off at the pool." Debbie 
and Betty laughed as they pulled into a parking space out front. It was 
like he was just dunked in a cold spring - he'd never been so embarrassed. 
He just wanted to sink into the seat and disappear.

        He felt odd as he got out. He could see all these girls wandering 
around in their little school uniforms: a blue and gray jacket over a white 
button down shirt, a dress that went to just above the knee, and ankle 
socks with shinny black shoes. It was kind of weird how they looked alike, 
but different at the same time. He was going to have no problem standing 
out here. Not a single other male was in sight. 'At least maybe I'll have 
one of the male teachers to talk to.' Steven thought as grab their things 
from the car, and followed them women towards the building. He tried to 
keep his head down, so no one would notice him. But, it didn't take long 
for someone to recognize a boy on the grounds. The word spread like wild 
fire. Suddenly groups of girls appeared from nowhere to wander past, 
getting a quick view of the new kid on the block. He felt more like a freak 
show than a student, as different groups of girls whispered and laughed as 
he walked past. He was on fire, an inferno down his face and chest, even 
his hands were shaking a bit. He thought the car was embarrassing, but it 
didn't even compare.

        The girls faded into the background as they approached the large 
glass double doors on the building before them. Automatically the doors 
woshed open as the approached. Inside the walls were white and an 
overpowering bleach scent permeate the place. As they walked up to the 
front desk, Steven noticed small rooms along the walls on the other side of 
the counter. It had to be some kind of clinic. He could see scales and 
little bottles in locked cabinets. A hospital at the least.

        "Hello Betty, have a new admission for me?" The young lady behind 
the desk said. As they stopped Steven put their bags down.

        "Hello Jane. This is Debbie Connaly our new principle." She said as 
the two women shook hands. "And, I have a special treat for you." She 
pulled Steven forward to stand directly in front of her. "This is Steven 
our newest admission."

        "Pleased to meet you ma'am." Steven blurted out with a blush. 
Jane's smile seemed to widen at the sight of him.

        "Hello Steven. We've been expecting you." She politely shook his 
hand. "My name is Nurse Craft." Looking to the other women. "If you like, 
since this will take a while, you can take Mrs. Connaly to her room and 
I'll make sure that Steven gets settled in."

        "I think that may be a good idea." Debbie said as she turned to her 
son. "Steven, I want you to know that I may not get to see much of you over 
the next few weeks, while I'm getting settled in. But, remember I'm always 
with you here." She said placing her hand over his heart.

        "Umm ... thanks, Mom." Steven said with a bemused and confused look 
on his face. "I think that the dorms are going to be fine. It won't take 
too long to get use to them I'm sure."

        "We'll take your things to your new room. You're lucky, most have 
to share a room, but you get one all to yourself." Betty said to Steven. 
"Jane make sure that he gets back to his room in time for his next 
appointment. It's going to be a busy first few day for him." 

        "All right Steven. Just come with me." Jane said as she led him 
into one of the examination rooms. Steven watched over his shoulder as his 
mother and Mrs. Evans disappeared.

        "Now Steven all I need you to do is take all your clothes off and 
get up here on the examination table." She had to let her smile slip 
through a little, as Steven blanched at the thought. "I'll go get Dr. 
Yates, so we can get this over with."

        "Nurse Craft, is Dr. Yates a male doctor?" Steven hoped beyond 
hope.

        "No silly, your the only male here on campus, didn't you know 
that?" she said a little quizzically. "That's what makes you so special 
around here." Steven couldn't help but groan a bit. Before he was worried 
about disappearing in the crowd, but now it was that he'd stick out like a 
sore thumb. This was worse then he thought. He was alone here, not another 
male in sight. What was he going to do? He always had problems talking, or 
even just interacting with girls. Now he was trapped in a whole school of 
them. Jane noticed the visible slump in his shoulders and nervous twitching 
at the thought. Finally she asked, "You do like girls don't you?"

        "Of course I do." Steven said a with a little more force then he 
meant to. All those bottled up fears were getting to him. "I'm sorry nurse. 
It's just that I get so nervous around girls. I don't know what I'm going 
to do in a whole school of them." Steven plopped down in one of the chairs 
in front of the examination table and sighed. "At least with some other 
guys around there's no pressure."

        "Don't worry Steven. I'm sure that the girls will make you feel 
right at home." Jane smiled, knowing that that was the least of what they 
were going to do. "I'm sure that after a week or two here you won't even 
think about being shy around the girls." She smiled a knowing smile at 
Steven. He just smiled back. He was sure that Nurse Craft was trying to be 
reassuring, but something about her smile made him feel just the opposite. 
"Now you get ready for the doctor and I'll bring her right back."

        Steven slowly undressed, folding his clothes and placing them in a 
pile on one of the chairs. He jumped up onto the examination table, the new 
paper crinkling under him as he sat there. It was an odd feeling, be naked 
in a school for girls. Hell, it was going to be odd being examined by a 
woman. No girl or woman had seen him nude since he was five. Steven always 
chose to go to male doctors for his physicals. This is going to be very 
odd, was all he could think. Placing his hands in his lap he sat there, 
very aware of his current state. Suddenly, the door creaked open and a very 
pretty girl about his own age stood in the threshold. Their eyes locked on 
to each other, the moment seemed to last forever. Her eyes seemed to smile 
a she let out a blood curdling scream, quickly bringing him back to his 
senses. Steven leapt from the table and behind it.

        Vicky smiled to herself as she stood there in the door. "Nurse 
Craft, there's a naked boy in here!" She got the first good look at him. 
And he wasn't bad at all. Dark brow hair, and what look like green eyes.  A 
nice build, not too thin, and with muscles starting to show in all the 
right places. He must be a swimmer or runner, she thought to herself. He 
also had a nice ass. Sadly he moved too quick for her to get a look at the 
front. All she knew was that she was going to love getting her hands on 
him. She could tell just by the way he moved and the look in his eyes that 
he was shy. It wouldn't take long for him to get over that, she thought, 
though some never did no matter how many times they were naked and 
humiliated. She could only hope he was the latter kind.

        "Vicky, what are you doing in here. I said room one not two." Nurse 
Craft grabbed Vicky by the shoulder and led her from the room. Vicky shot a 
quick smile over her shoulder at Steven, as she left. He couldn't help but 
wonder if she did that on purpose. Did the girl know he was here? He 
couldn't help but wonder about her. She was quite attractive, maybe just a 
bit taller then him. Her curly blond hair came just off her shoulders, and 
chestnut brown eyes. She looked like she was in shape too. Though, she had 
larger breasts then most of the girls he knew. 

        Steven thought about putting his clothes back on, just in case. 
But, he was held prisoner behind the examination table as long as the door 
was open. His clothes a world away - in one the chairs only a few feet from 
him. It seemed like hours had passed, when Nurse Craft appeared at the door 
leading another pretty woman. She couldn't have been more then a year or 
two older then Nurse Craft.

        "Oh, I'm sorry Steven. I didn't realize that I had left door open."

        "It's all right Nurse." Steven tried to put on a brave smile but it 
came out a little more pathetic then he would have liked.

        "Hello Steven. I'm Dr. Yates." She said shaking Steven's hand from 
across the table. "Now why don't you just pop back up here for me and we'll 
get started." Patting the table before her.

        "Doctor, does she have to be here?" Steven nodded to Nurse Craft.

        "I'm sorry Steven, but yes she does. State law prohibits a doctor 
from examining a patient of the opposite sex alone." She gave him a 
slightly amused smiled. "I could ask your mother to be here for this."

        "No ma'am. Nurse Craft is fine." Steven blushed all over, he could 
see the red running down his chest as he got up on the table. He definitely 
didn't want his mother to see him like this. Luckily he was able to keep 
his modesty, as much as one could, as he got up onto the table. Most of the 
exam was the same things that he always got. They checked his ears and 
eyes, his breathing, heart rate, and blood pressure. All the normal. Then 
it was time for his physical. Steven was a little scared that he might get 
a erection while she was examining him, but luckily he was nervous, and the 
doctor was very cold and clinical about the whole thing. Because over all 
she was a stunning woman: burgundy hair and deep blue eyes, with an almost 
perfect hourglass figure. It'd be easy to fall for this woman, Steven 
thought to himself. But it was like nothing she hadn't done a million times 
before, she just held his testicles and made him cough, and then it was 
over.

        "Well, Steven you seem to be in good shape." Dr. Yates said washing 
her hands in the sink. "I guess that will be all for you today, but I'll 
see you here tomorrow at 10am sharp to finish your exam."

        "That wasn't it?" Steven couldn't help but ask. He was sure that 
was everything. With all his other doctors it would have been over. But, 
here it was just starting?

        "No, I'm sorry Steven, that was just the preliminary. Since we have 
such a strict regiment of exercise for all our students we have to find out 
what shape your really in. We wouldn't want you getting hurt." She smiled 
at him reassuringly. "The tests tomorrow will be a snap for you I'm sure, 
but we need you to rest up for them. Nurse Craft will come by tonight to 
make sure that you get a good nights sleep."

        "Yes ma'am." Steven said a little unsure as to what Nurse Craft 
could do to make him sleep better. He guessed she was going to give him a 
sleeping pill or something.

        "Now Steven we have to go to your next appointment. Just follow 
me." Nurse Craft said as she lead him to one of the other buildings. It was 
a three story building that looked more like an apartment building then a 
dorm. "This will be your new home here at Raven Wood. This is the 
Manchester Building." She lead him up some back stairs to the second floor. 
"All the young ladies live above here, so you're restricted to the first 
two floors. This one was just renovated so you should really like your new 
room."

        Opening one of the first doors off from the stairs Nurse Craft lead 
Steven into his new room. "This is your new room. Isn't it nice?" Steven 
nodded without really looking. But, it was a nice room. It had a TV, a 
desk, a weird looking single bed - mostly metal, and a little closet off to 
the side. "Just wait here. Mrs. Danvers should be right with you." With 
that Nurse Craft left him alone. Steven wasn't sure what was in store for 
him, but nothing seemed normal. Steven plopped down on the bed wondering 
what his new life here would be like.

(c) 2002 copyright by SJTJ (aka Naive)
Naive

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