Story: St Doria

 

It was later in the day. Patrick took a deep, deep breath and knocked on the door, feeling fully composed and certain of herself. She was in control. Total control over herself, her hormones, and when Alex opened the door and stood there with that cute boyish expression about her that composure evaporated into the non-existent ether.

She pounced on the girl as soon as she saw her, unable to help but savour those lips. Fortunately she had the presence of mind to slip inside before anyone saw them. Rumours like this would be quite bad. 'They're gay' is an excellent way to draw a lot of unwanted attention upon yourself in a boy's school. Even if it was right, for the wrong reasons.

"Ahem!" a voice coughed from not too far away, and Patrick felt herself getting hauled off by Frank. "If you're just here to get your rocks off can you save it for later?"

"My apologies," Patrick said, trying not to look directly at Alex right now. She could tell that the girl was blushing. "I suppose it was a lingering aftereffect of this bizarre curse." She stopped for a moment. It was so... unscientific. A curse that made girls lesbians, that temporarily caused their bodies to become overexaggerated sexual parodies of themselves! Yes, she could see why Alex's relatives might think an all boy's school would be a good place to hide away from this curse, but it seemed as though... "Actually, I came here to continue my examination. I had believed that I might have a cooler head, but -"

"But Alex is way too hot," Jamie teased. "You simply can't... H yourself."

The word implied by the H got every girl in the room moaning at once. They couldn't help it. Ah! Th-That was not intentional! Honest it wasn't! She'd have to be careful. The word showed up more often than one might think. It was like trying to avoid using a random letter from the alphabet - far more difficult than one might expect.

Regardless! She slapped her cheeks and shook her head vigorously. Water. Cold water, that might do the trick. Ah, no, maybe not... she might make her shirt see through by mistake.

"Alright, listen, enough of the lewd jokes!" Patrick said firmly. "A curse like this must surely have deep psychological and physiological effects! I, for one, was completely straight until I dove into Alex's bush like a nightingale. Can't speak for the rest of you, of course. But that sort of psychological change is concerning from a medical perspective. Not to mention the alterations to our bodies, our physiques becoming almost comically oversexualised. Is it having an effect on us beyond what we've noticed? As a physician in training, I must find out the answer."

"Hrmph, quite overly dramatic, aren't we?" Oliver shrugged, and everyone else in the room slowly turned towards her with an expression of 'what really?' on their faces.

"You know, it's all well and good saying we need to run some tests," John said. "But here's the thing. How the hell are we supposed to do that? Think about it. Every time this thing sets off, all the others that are around starting saying the H word too, and the next thing you know? Insta-lesbian orgy. Just add water."

That... was an annoyingly good point. As much as Patrick understood the hard need to study this effect (for science and medical advancement alike) the ability to run these tests under scientific conditions was... Almost impossible. If not absolutely impossible. They needed an actual boy to run the study. One they could trust to keep things secret, but... That seemed absolutely unlikely, to say the very least.

"Besides, you're thinking too small," John said. She slipped off her chair and gestured around the room. "We've formed this little club of our own, aside from the tennis club. This is the Enigma Club."

"AKA, Alex's harem," Frank muttered to herself.

"The point is! We're investigating mysteries," John continued unabated. "Mysteries like this weird curse, and also the weird fact that every. Single. Student we've met in the freshman year so far is actually a girl disguised as a boy."

... Oh. Oh, of course. Yes, Patrick saw the problem there. One or two female students sneaking into an all boy's school was weird. Not unheard of, but a little strange. You could kind of believe it would eventually happen by sheer dint of odds. This many? In the same year? And they happened to run into each other? The likelihood there weren't other girls were tiny, but at the same time...?

"That... almost feels intentional," Patrick said. "The odds of that are - "

"Incalcubale," John casually said "But I'd estimate around a million to one. With the same odds again there isn't another girl somewhere in the freshman year. Leads to a few questions, doesn't it?"

"How... big is the freshman year?" Patrick asked. In response to this, Olivia waved her hands dramatically and reached under her uniform, pulling out a sheet of paper with names on it. A bit overly dramatic for Patrick's taste, but there you go.

"There are thirty students in all," Oliver said. "I was able to procure this list after a lengthy chat with the receptionist. A cute thing, with a weakness for donuts, offset by her biking habit."

Thirty students. Frank snatched it out of her hands and scanned down the list. Thirty students in the freshman year... Looking around, there was Alex, Frank, John, Jamie, Oliver and herself. That's six girls, a full fifth of them. Were the rest of them all girls as well, in secret?

"How do we check if the others are girls too?" Alex asked.

"Well, you could always ask them for the H word," Jamie offered. The rest of the girls all twitched in unison at the idea, it didn't sit right at all with any of them. Just gather all the freshmen together. Then march Alex, blushing and stammering, to the front of the room, then into a microphone - 

"Help!"

The entire room erupts in erotic feminine moans, as taped down chests burst out, hips flare up so much that the school's uniform trousers can't stay up, and the inevitable enormous female orgy commences, with Alex eventually stumbling out drooling, grinning, and eyes unseeing as her body needed time to finish processing what had happened to it.

"Alright, let's see. I'll go off first names here, cuz there aren't any dupes," Frank said. "Uh, aside from us we also got Kevin, Simone, Eli, Reggie -"

"That's my cousin," Patrick interrupted. "Regina. I already knew about her. Uh, she's definitely a girl, okay?" So Alex would hopefully be able to avoid saying the word around her.

"Uh? Okay... We also got Hisoka, Ray, Toby, Branden, Reed, David, Vincent..." She trailed off, scowling a bit to herself while staring at the paper. "You know, they're all really, really girly. Like. At a glance I'd swear that they were all boys, but there's definitely something off about them, y'know? Their faces are too cute, and their eyes are sorta... It's hard to explain."

Patrick took the paper from her, and had a good look. The thirty students were all here alright. Names and a headshot for all of them. At a glance, yes, she saw what Frank meant. There was an air about them that didn't quite match that of 'young boy'. It was hard to put into words exactly. Larger cheeks, their brows were less prominent, soft jawlines, fuller lips... Now, granted, none of them crossed into the 'definitely not male' viewpoint as it was entirely possible they could be boys on an individual basis, but when you looked at them all together like this...?

"Curiouser and curiouser..." Patrick muttered. "This feels like... someone did it on purpose. There's no other way for me to think of it. This was deliberate, but the methodology escapes me. I cannot speak for the rest of you, but I had purely sensible reasons for coming here, which do not feel as though they were manipulated by someone else..."

"On the other hand, curses do open up some possibilities, don't they?" Jamie said. Oh. Now, that was a chilling thought. What if someone had done something like that to lure them all in? A curse. A spell. Some sort of magical ritual to lure in as many girls willing to pretend to be boys into this freshman class, all together, and then...?

What, exactly? Why... would anyone do that? There wasn't any motive to it. No rhyme, no reason.

"It's probably a fetish thing," John said, and the girls all muttered their general agreement.

"Anyway!" Alex coughed loudly into her hand. "We can't just... sit around doing nothing. We need to investigate whether they really are all girls!"

"Yeah, sure, I bet they'll all consent to an immediate stripsearch," Frank scoffed. "Or, what, you gonna go up to each and every one of them and say <i>help</i> right to their... Their..."

The air in the room took on another flavour. Frank and Alex looked at one another. Stared at each other, up and down. With an enviable hunger, a thirst only one thing could quench.

"It's alright Frank, you couldn't... Help yourself," Alex repeated back to her. Patrick bit her lip. Tried to keep herself from saying anything and instead pulled out a notebook and pencil so she could scribble down notes. While she was able to. Before the curse pulled her in as well. Like a black hole sucking in matter and light from all around it, before too long this extremely dense lesbian orgy would haul her ass past the event horizon... and she too would be unable to help herself.