“Let's go" Said Miranda. I follow her through a corridor. Pictures on the wall catch my attention. They are dully posters with plains letters, there is one every few meters. “I can not stay at corridors.” says one. “What are these pictures?” “Oh, they remain boys hospital rules. You will be instructed about all you have to know once you are introduced to your mates.” “Rules? Mates?” I follow Miranda all puzzled. I see doors like the one in my bedroom at oth sides of the corridor. One opens and a girl walks out the room and goes apparently in the same direction than us. At the end of the corridor, she enters a room. When we arrive to this door, Miranda stops and opens it. She invites me to enter first. “Errr… No…” She pushes me in. “Oh!” I mumble… There are girls chatting sat on desks and chairs and they all turn their heads to me. I freeze but Miranda breaks the ice. “Girls, this is your new classmate. We don't have a name for her yet, but today is Monday. What do you think? Do you like it?" Miranda looks at me impatient. I blush and do not know what to say. At this moment, Doctor Douma enters the room. “Good morning, girls” “Good morning, Doctor Douma!” Say everybody, except me. “Oh, Monday. Please have a seat right there.” She points a chair and a desk in first row. I walk trying not to make eye contact with anybody. I sit and try to process, all blushing. “Monday begins today her Feminine Side Self Discovery Course (FSSDC), so I hope we all can give her a nice first contact. Monday, stand up and tell us a bit about you, please” Doctor Douma's intense look, accentuated by the glasses she is wearing and her perfect eyeliner freezes me. I manage to stand up clumsily, making a lot of noise with the chair. Some girls giggle, others look at me expectant… “I…just…Well, I do not… not… know why I am here… but…" I look down to the floor “I like it…” “Ohhhh” Say all the class. “Isn't she cute?” Says Doctor Douma. I blush and wish to be invisible so I sit and cover my face with my hands. “Thank you, Monday. It is natural, she has lived too many emotions lately.” Says to the class. “Thank you, Miranda" Miranda leaves the room. “Well, today we start style and fashion lesson 1. We begin with basics… bla, bla, bla." I try to pay attention but feel all embarrased dressed like a girl, with the girls giving glances to me and gossiping, with Doctor Douma looking so sexy in her intelectual look… “oh” I feel a finger pushing my back. I turn slightly so Doctor Douma does not notice. The girl behind me, a red hair with freckles hands me a folded paper. I grab it and open it under the desk. It says “Monday is a boy. Monday suck” I throw away the paper and try to pay attention. A bell rings. Doctor Douma pulls out a cell phone from a pocket of her labcoat and answers. She leaves the classroom. As soon as she leaves, the red hair girl grabs my arms from behind. Other girls come and get me on the floor. One sits on my chest and arms while other grabs my legs. The red head pulls down my skirt and throw it through the window, take my panties and cleave gag me. All the class yells “is a boy! is a boy!” I cry and the girl sat on my chest slaps my face. One of the girls uses my knickers to tie my ankles and her hair tie to tie my hands. Then, they put my on my chair and tear my blouse to expose my bra. I cry a lot and mumble muffled by the panties. They use my torn blouse to secure my body to the chair and then move the chair to a wardrobe on a corner of the class room. They close it and sit down on their desk like innocent girls. After some minutes, Doctor Douma comes back. “Sorry. It was an important call. Well, Monday can you tell me where to continue the lesson, please?" “Monday?” “oh, where is Monday?” “She went to the toilet, Doctor.” “Ah, ok.” The lessons goes on until the break. Doctor leaves the room to go to the toilet. Once there, she remembers… “Oh, my. But where is this girl?!” She phones her assistants and they check camera records of the corridors. Monday has not walked through them so Doctor returns to the classroom. It is in silence except for… She runs to the wardrobe. “Oh, my God!! But who has done this!" She finds me gagged, tied, crying and mumbling for help. Doctor and her assistants take me to the infirmary where they undress me, wash me and give me a sedative. Doctor Douma puts Lola in charge of my surveillance and orders to put the rest of my classmates in isolation.