"Good morning, kids," the fiery nurse exclaimed as she entered our dorm. "Rise and shine! Come on, wake up, and get ready for your shots!"
Still groggy, I struggled to sit up in my bed. Slowly, I swung my legs around to face MD17. As the first in line, she was waiting for me. Looking up from my feet, I couldn't believe my eyes. There she stood, as usual. But instead of her regular uniform, she wore a short black skirt paired with a white, short tank top that revealed her navel and much of her breasts due to a plunging neckline. As my gaze traveled over her appearance, it caught on something different: a vivid flame tattoo beneath her collarbone. Our gazes finally met, and though she appeared embarrassed, I couldn't understand why.
"Good morning! What's up with your uniform?" I asked.
"It's per the General's orders," she retorted. "And let me warn you. There's something extra in your shots today as well. Don't worry if you feel…” She hesitated. “Different."
"How different?" XX02 chimed in.
"Hungry like a Vorax!" She giggled. "Well, you'll experience it soon enough. It should take effect almost instantly."
She administered the shot in my pectoral endo-epidermic catheter as usual. And, as usual, I sat there while she proceeded with everyone else in the room, gradually waking up.
I glanced at MD17 as she injected one of my brothers. She was bent over him, her ass pointing at me like hundreds of times before. Except today, for some reason, that vision suddenly felt very attractive. Something woke up in me, but I couldn't tell what. Unable to look away, I got hypnotized until I got to my senses and looked away, scared at what happened. I looked at my feet, waiting for her to finish her job.
After attending XX30, I looked at her again. Was she always that beautiful before? And, damn, her breasts looked amazing!
MD17 returned to me, leaned down, and pressed my head into her ample cleavage. She guided my hands on her tits and let me feel their softness. When she finally released me, she slowly pulled up her skirt. It felt strangely captivating. She knelt before me, pulled down my pants, took hold of my penis, and massaged it. She came closer to kiss me on the mouth. I closed my eyes and slowly leaned forward.
"XX01?" MD17's voice brought me back to reality. She was standing before me, my brothers already en route to the washroom.
Damn. Did I daydream? Wow! But, since MD17 was still wearing the alluring outfit, not everything was a dream. "Did you... drug me?" I questioned.
"In a manner of speaking. It's just modified male hormones, no need to worry."
Walking alongside XX02 to our classroom, I couldn't help but ask him, "Just to clarify... Do you see what I see, or am I imagining things?"
"Uh... Yes," XX02 replied. "If you're seeing it, I'm seeing it too... It is so…"
"Captivating, right? So captivating!"
As we traversed the corridors, all women were wearing sexy uniforms. And we had developed a newfound attraction to their exposed skin. We couldn't get enough of it. And apparently, the other men too.
"Guys," XX04 remarked, "I don't know about you, but I'm not sure how I'll last a month like this. It's crazy! I can't wait for the assignment! Hope you all end up carers and look as good as them!"
"So you'll handle Voraces all alone? Very clever..." XX02 responded with skepticism in his tone.
KS12 awaited us in the classroom, also donning a skirt.
Once we were all there, checking her out insistently, she sighed. Her somewhat flat, saggy breasts didn't look particularly appealing with the revealing top. However, her broad hips, which were unusual at most the past day, were intensely appealing to me. She began to speak, though I couldn't focus on the content. New regulations, perhaps? My attention was exclusively focused on her thighs.
At a certain point, one of my brothers approached her, reaching for her ass. Honestly, I had thought about it myself. That, and more. Much worse. Yet, some remnants of decency prevented me from acting on those impulses. KS12's response was a resounding slap across his face, causing him to crumple to the floor.
"I'm sorry, instructor... I don't know what came over me..." he mumbled.
KS12 sighed. "It's alright. Return to your seat. I can imagine what you're going through but behave! As the General said: work hard and get what you want. In that order. Agreed?" KS12 glanced around the room, sighing once more. "Alright, it seems they've really overloaded you. I doubt I'll get much out of you today..."
"What's happening to us?" I asked.
"Simply put, your sexual hormones have been chemically suppressed throughout your lives, and now they're being awakened, exacerbated, even. Normally, this occurs over a few months, but it got sped up to a day. It'll pass, don't worry."
"Ah... I understand. But why have you all changed out of your uniforms? Wouldn't it be more appropriate for everyone if you dressed formally?"
"Those were our previous female uniforms before predictions of overpopulation led to rule changes accompanying birth rate control. At the time, women protested against the newly imposed unisex ones you were used to. Hard to believe today. Anyways, the goal is probably to reverse that process. At least we can agree it's effective, right? Don't worry. It will get better once your hormone levels decrease naturally."
"So, we just wait it out?" I pondered.
"Well... Perhaps it's time to begin sexual education. Hopefully, it will help you concentrate."
The class immediately perked up at the mention of that. Finally, we would learn everything we wanted to know. KS12 listed some topics: anatomy, hormones, intercourse, pregnancy, and contraception. Cool stuff!
KS12 fell silent for a moment, hesitating. "Before we proceed, there's one last new rule I must inform you of. Please, I beg you, do not abuse it. Effective immediately and until further notice, General HP07 has ordered all women to comply with requests from men and students to disrobe."
The classroom went silent, a tension building up. XX07 raised his hand. KS12 looked at the ceiling and sighed. Resigned, she didn't even wait for him to talk. She pulled her skirt up, dropped her panties, then stood there, exposed, looking at us all, obviously pissed off.
At the end of the lesson, I waited for everyone to leave. "Please," started KS12, seeing me waiting for her, "don't tell me this is what I'm thinking about."
"Hum, probably not. There's something I had to ask you."
"Ah, fine. Go ahead, then."
"You were like us once, right?"
"Of course!"
"Did you want to become a woman?"
She sighed. "Isn't it obvious?" I pinched my lips, to which she answered with a smile and ran her hand through my short hair. "See you after lunch!"
liking the story! Great Job!
I don't really understand why pregnant women dress like whores? If they are all so logical and practical, then why this humiliation of half the colony's population? Do they think it will do her good?)