This is a rough draft of something I may continue. I thought I'd give the slut school a bit more depth and realism. I'd love to know what you think, both good and bad. 

Amelia, or Millie to her friends, rode the bus to the new school. The windows were painted over so she couldn’t see out unless she learned her face to the side of the windows, she could get a sliver view of the outside. She knew enough about what would happen there so she hadn’t bothered to pack a bag and was wearing her least favourite clothes, a pair of stripped slacks and a baggie, hand me down blouse from a cousin, her oldest pair of shoes and socks, even her panties were saggy with a broken elastic. She worn an old bra that had all but given up the ghost, a 15-year-old with 36B size breasts, a bra wasn’t really necessary but she decided why not, one last time.

She’d been unconsciously planning this morning since her birthday a month and a half ago. After a girl turned fifteen, she was taken to school during their next intake. Her family might get her special dispensation if she had a severe learning disorder or was physically handicapped. If a girl fell into that category then her parents would have to make their own arrangements for her education, otherwise she was to go to the designated pick up area her town with the other girls her age so she could be taken to a government run school for training. For the next three years she’d be taught to be proper female, a woman who would make a proper contribution to the world.

Her parents promised to come and visit her during visitors’ weekend. Her father had a strange look when he said that.

She equally nervous and excited. Looking around at the other girls on the bus she wondered if they felt the same way. They were pretty diverse ethically and in body shape. Some were flat-chested, others were well endowed. some were thin and some were chubby. No one was fat, she’d rarely seen any fat people, between the controlled diets, mandatory exercise, and monthly weigh ins. A few chatted and one pair were probably old friends the way they whispered to each other.

Eventually they arrived at the academy and were ushered off the bus. Each girl was greeted by three members of the school staff, two female members of staff and one member of security. Each girl was ushered her inside. The oldest member of Millie’s party seemed to be in and kept it clear that they were in a terrible rush.

“So, you Millie,” She said confirming she had the right student. Millie nodded, “Excellent, my name is Tiffany and this is Stephanie, now please follow me, we’ll begin your medical exam, testing and orientation. Much to do, much to do.” The bus had apparently dropped all of them off in front of the school hospital. Tiffany lead her up the stairs to a private exam room, like the one her doctor had. The guard stood outside the door.

“OK, I see you’ve completed the online psychological tests we sent you.”

Millie nodded. She didn’t let on how the test had annoyed her. There had been over two thousand multiple choice, true false and short answer questions, it had taken her three weeks to answer them all. She tried to be honest so the test would accurately understand her personality.

“Let’s get started,” said Tiffany, “Go ahead and get undressed.”

As Millie untied her shoes, it hit her that this would be the last time she wore real clothes for the foreseeable future. She knew that for the first year all student went naked, and they didn’t wear a lot after that but it hadn’t seemed real to her. Her heartbeat sped up as she kicked off her shoes while unbuttoning her blouse. Tiffany picked up the shoes and tossed them into a garbage bag. Her blouse went with in next. She slid off her ugly slacks and was happy to know she would never see them again. She reached behind herself to unfasten her bra and froze for a moment. Stephanie noticed and gently placed her hand on Millie’s shoulder.

“It’s OK dear,” She said speaking for the first time. “You don’t have to worry.”

For some reason hearing this made Millie feel better. She unsnapped her bra and took it off. Millie did like her breasts and thought they looked lovely. She took a breath and slid her panties to the floor.

All girls knew what happened at school and usually around 13 girls tried to prepare, they’d go nude at slumber parties just to get used to being naked around each other. Although, nothing could prepare someone for doing it in front of strangers. Millie knew this was just the tip of the iceberg so she’d best get used to things as they came.

“OK,” said Tiffany gracing quickly down at her clipboard for a moment before looking back up and gently caressed Millie thighs and calves with her free hand. “Legs are smooth. Arms over your head.”

Millie did as she was instructed and imagined it looked like she was being robbed.

“All right, underarms are smooth,” Then Tiffany glanced between her legs. “You’ll have to keep you pussy waxed or shaved from now on unless otherwise instructed.”

“I understand,” Millie thought about shaving herself ‘down there’ (She couldn’t yet use the word ‘Pussy’ even in her head), but she’d never done it before and thought she might do a sloppy job so she decided to just come looking natural and shave what she was use to shaving.

“We can take care of it today when we shave your head,” said Tiffany casually.

“What?!” said Millie practically shouting.

“For the first year your eyebrows are the only hair you’re allowed.” She’d heard rumours about this but assumed they were just rumours designed to intimidate her. “It marks the separation from your old life to your new one.”

Stephanie took her hand this time. “I know it’s a lot but you’re not doing it alone and, in a year, you’ll be allowed to start regrowing it.” It still didn’t seem real to Millie. “Believe it or not, you’ll still be cute with a shaved head.”

“Here,” said Tiffany holding up tablet showing a series of nude photos, they were all girls around Millie’s age and she had to admit they did look cute.

“Well I guess it is only for a year,” said Millie relenting, after all she didn’t really have a choice.

Stephanie held her hand the entire time which Millie appreciated. Tiffany used clippers on the shortest setting and then actually used shaving cream and a razor to make her head and her bikini area completely smooth. When she was completed Tiffany spoke again.

“A little stubble is acceptable but that’s it. Get someone to shave you at least once a week.” Millie didn’t understand what she meant by ‘get someone’ it wasn’t like she could go to a barber. Even if she had any clothes, students weren’t allowed to leave campus. Millie decided this would probably become clear later.

Over the next two hours there were a number of medical and physical tests. Millie was weight, measured in everyway she could be. Samples of her blood were drawn for analysis. She was given an injection as well that would help monitor her from the inside out. She was required to hold a number of poses designed to measure her core strength. She was required to do as many push-ups as she could (Only six), as many sit-ups as she could (only ten). She had a strong feeling that she’d be sore tomorrow.

Stephanie verified that her subdermal pin was still functioning.
“The injection we gave you will work with your pin to give us a much more through reading, watch.”

There was a large screen in the examination room. Tiffany hit a few buttons on her tablet and the outline of a human body filled the screen with the image of a circulatory system running thought. In the centre there was a beating heart.

“That’s you, check you plus and you see.” Millie held up fingers up to where her neck met her jaw and felt her pulse. She could feel the pulse matching the beating heart on the screen.

“Wow!” Since the image on the screen showed her entire body, she could only see her veins and arteries, Millie suspected that if someone zoomed in on the image, they would eventually be able to see her capillaries.

“Wow is right,” said Tiffany smiling. “Between this and your blood test we’ll be able to program a meal and exercise plan based on your needs. What your allowed to eat will be programed onto you file, simply go the cafeteria and the servers will check your file and you can choose what you want to eat. There’s usually reasonable selection.”

Millie was use to this as well. It was the way most restaurants worked now. Although she suspected that meals at school would be a little more restrictive.

Tiffany hit few more buttons, the image of the body changed. Now it showed two lungs inhaling and exhaling along with her. Tiffany hit some more buttons and another image similar to her circulatory system appeared but instead of being connected her heart it was connected to brain. “Now this is your nervous system. Let me show you something else, spread your legs.”

Millie suspected what was coming and hoped she was right as she spread her knees about a half a metre apart. Stephanie smiled and slide her hand between Millie’s legs and gently caressed her labia and clitoris. Millie gasped.

She’d only been touched there before by two other people besides herself. She frequently asked her friends at slumber parties but only two wanted to try touching each other. She dreamed of having a boy her own age to touch her there but that almost impossible. When teenage boys could have sex with a trained woman simply by stopping at the nearest government brothel, why would they waste time with a gawky teenage girl. Millie had heard of girls who convinced boys to give them a chance at then they chicken out at the last minute. Stories like that made Millie want to scream, it made it harder for every girl when one of them acted like a tease. If you weren’t ready, that was alright, but then wait until you went to school and they’d help you. Don’t wind boys up and then leave them disappointed. She dreamed about being in a school where you could actually get the boys attention. The idea excited her so much, she’d often fall asleep imagining different boys stripping her naked, having them suck on her nipples, letting her use her mouth on them. She even imagined letting them… take her. She wasn’t sure she could do that in real life, not yet anyways. Oh well, that’s what school was for.

Stephanie’s expert fingers went to work on Millie and she saw a portion of her brain on the screen light up along with nerves in her clitoris and labia. Millie felt herself starting to get wet. Stephanie’s fingers slide inside her.

“Wow, you’re really tight Millie. Don’t you play with your pussy?”

“I… I… just rub my labia until I orgasm.”

“How often to you make yourself cum?” asked Tiffany clinically.

“Uh… uh… every other day… or so…” Millie wasn’t sure if that was correct. She had never bothered to keep track before. Stephanie was an expert with her fingers and watching the screen she could tell what excited Millie. Although Millie suspected that the screen only told Stephanie what she already knew.

Millie began to play with her nipples, they were hard as little rocks and tweaking them between her thumb and index finger felt amazing. Stephanie’s finger went deep inside her and began making circles around Millie’s cervix while Stephanie used her thumb to massage Millie’s clitoris. Millie needed to stop what she was doing and lean back on her palms or she would have fallen off the exam table. Stephanie began gently sucking on Millie’s nipple while she fingered her.

Millie and her friend Connie had tried sucking each others nipples and it had felt good but this was like an electrical shock of pleasure. Millie thought Stephanie could have made her cum just doing this. Soon Millie was cumming so hard she squired onto Stephanie’s hand.

“That’s my girl,” said Stephanie letting Millie’s nipple slip out of her mouth.

“Oh, my fucking god!” said Millie, not even realize her language. She hardly ever cursed and never used F-bombs. “It’s never felt that good when I touched myself.”

“Of course not,” said Tiffany rubbing a gel into a tube-shaped item, “You haven’t been trained yet. That’s what you’re here for. Now one last thing and you can meet your student mentor. Do you know what a butt plug is?”

Millie nodded. She realized what the item was in Tiffany’s hands. She knew this coming and realized the necessity of it.

“Please stand up and bend over the exam table and lift one leg up beside you on the table.” Millie did as she was instructed. She thought she must look awkward and silly. She felt one of them rubbing a lubricant over her anus before feeling the item sliding up her butt.

“You’ll have to wear this for three hours a day unless otherwise instructed,” said Tiffany wiping her hand off on a paper towel. Millie nodded not trusting herself to say anything. “Trust me, the first man takes your ass, you’ll be glad you did. Let’s go meet your student mentor, shall we?”

Millie nodded. The plug felt very odd but not exactly unpleasant. Stephanie opened to the door and lead the way, Millie follow and Tiffany followed behind. Walking felt even stranger. Millie knew she’d get used to it in time. There was a part of her that liked the intrusive feeling. She liked how dirty it made her feel.

Stephanie lead them down several hallways, until they came to a small waiting small waiting room where a nude third year girl was flipping through a pornographic magazine. She had brownish blond hair cut in a side swept crop. She had small perky breast and when she heard them enter the room, she put down the magazine and smiled.

“Hi, are you Millie?”  she said standing. Millie nodded and the girl hugged her. Feeling their breasts press together was unaccustomed but not unpleasant. “I’m Brandy, I’ll be your Peer Mentor and roommate. I’m so excited to meet you!”

When the hug broke, Millie motioned to Brandy’s naked body.

“I thought third years were allowed to wear teddies, and bodysuits?”

“Oh, we are,” said Brandy with a wave of her hand. I thought you would be more comfortable if I was naked too. Besides, I never mind going nude. Come on, let me give you a tour.”