It was nearly time for Jordan's interview for the Beuxbatons school of Feminization and Wizardry and his palms were sweating profusely. He wasn't nervous because he might be rejected, but because he might be accepted; since 1793 nearly all the boys to enroll in the school (Jordan was forced to enroll by his two radically feminist bisexual mothers) had graduated as girls. He didn't want to become a girl, and the twelve-year-old British boy wasn't exactly inclined to spend the next six years of his life in a school that resembled Versailles with a pink filter.
Eight-O-Clock
"Jordan Granger" called a disembodied voice "please enter the interviewing room."
Jordan obeyed, swiftly rising from his chair and pushing his blonde hair out of his face. Upon entering the room, he discovered it to be very posh, the atmosphere was soft, warm, inviting. There were no chairs in the room, except for a single white desk and accompanied by a chair in front of him. He took this to be the Interviewer's chair and decided to stay standing. Creeek, a door opposite the one he enetered began to open, and from it stepped a figure covered from head to toe in a curious pink robe. Slowly, the figure stepped in front of him and pulled off the large hood, revealing herself to be a beautiful blonde woman complete with a set of stunning blue eyes.
"Bonjour" she said.
"Bonjour"
"I'm sure you're aware of the type of education we provide here, are you not"
A frog seemed to leap down Jordan's throat " Yes m-mamn"
"Then you are also aware of our somewhat... evolved philosophy: women are superior to boys like you. By the time term begins I hope you will share in our philosophy. For now though, I must evaluate your potential."
With her last remark, she stepped closer to Jordan and began to remove her robe. As she did so, his eyes found themselves looking upon a beautiful woman whose staggeringly large E breast demonstrated perfect cleavage in her white satin blouse. It might've been her breasts or her tight ass encased in leather pants or her shaven legs or her black knee high boots that trapped him in her beauty. Regardless, he was under her spell.
"Undress for me" demanded the woman.
Jordan's mind raced and he made a split second decision to stick to his principles rather than his instincts. It was the wrong choice. As soon as the words "no" escaped his mouth, he felt the woman's boot crash between his legs, crushing his testicles.
"Ooooooaahhaahhaaaaa" Jordan screamed.
"That should teach you for now," she said. Looking at Jordan whine like a baby on his knees, she took him by the armpits and stood him back up. Jordan was dazed his head moved back and forth while his superior's hand moved to his fly, undoing it slowly. She then undid his Jeans and slid them down off his ankles. Finding it was in his best interest to abide by her commands, Jordan took off his shirt as she took off his underwear, thereby freeing his penis.
Springing out of his boxers, his member grew erect at the mere sight of the superior being in front of him.
"Ooh someone's excited" The woman proceed to take her hand placing it around his balls. After one moment of hell, Jordan had just entered heaven and her hand felt amazing. With a smile creeping more Jordans mouth, she placed her mouth around only the head of his cock and sensually kissed it moving her tongue around the object of male inferiority in a clockwise motion.