Grade One: First Day
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Mrs. Grace Hester, first grade teacher at Cherry Orchard Elementary, surveyed her classroom. It wasn't actually in the school. It was in her basement, which looked out at the actual school. Her house was on the hill beside the school. The school was short a classroom, due to the new library, and she had 'volunteered' her basement to fill the need.
The new chalk board, television, and desks had been installed last week. The basement bathroom had been changed, adding urinals and a row of showers. She was sure that her thirteen year old eldest son was responsible for the order of more shower heads. Actually, Robert was probably responsible for saving her job and allowing her to basically teach from home. When Robert spoke, people listened, in fact every little cell in the body listened and obeyed, just like they had his late father.
She was a bit worried about what her son planned to do. Robert was home schooled, despite her job. Her other child, renamed Charity, would be starting fourth grade, across the backyard at the Elementary School. She doubted that her classmates would recognize her, not with what he'd done to Charity. Clothes couldn't hide that any more.
Grace looked out the open door to the school. The first bus was now pulling in to drop off students. There would be eight buses this year. It looked like Mrs. Riddle in bus number seven, the only single digit number going to the school, had just arrived. Principal Williams was there to meet the students and directed four of them to head over to Mrs. Hester's House, or as it was officially called, Auxiliary Classroom One.
She would have twenty-four students, not quite evenly split. There would be eight boys and sixteen girls, assuming nothing changed. Grace watched her students trudge through her back yard and up to her door. She smiled as she welcomed them. "Welcome to First Grade. I'm Mrs. Hester. Please hang up your jackets, put your lunch boxes in the cubical with your name on it. Then remove your shoes and socks before finding the desk with your name on it."
Grace wasn't sure why she told them to remove their shoes and socks, sending her students to their desks barefoot. With her first students arrivals, however, it was definitely time for Charity to head over to school. She took a few steps from the door and called up the stairs at the back of the room. "Charity, time for you to head to your class!"
Charity soon appeared at the top of the stairs and carefully made her way down them. The fourth grader's just about to enter her third trimester's belly puffed up the babydoll style dress she wore. She wasn't wearing panties, though Grace could only tell that because of the angle as she went down the stairs. "Do I have to go to school?" she asked.
"Yes you do," Grace said. "I have to teach, you have to learn."
"But everyone will know what happened to me," Charity moaned, as she stopped at the landing.
"I doubt very much that anyone will remember that you used to be Charles," Grace said. "You're in a different class, your hair is longer, and you're pregnant."
"Of course they will," Charity said. "You didn't do that good of a job hiding my change last Spring."
"But I did," Robert said, before pounding down the stairs to his sister's side. "And you know I don't do anything by halves, my no-longer-little-brother." Robert was, as was his custom, naked.
Grace couldn't say anything about that to her son. He kept her from even forming the thought. An arriving student did a brief double take at his nakedness, but Grace knew there would be no problem with her son. Whatever he did would be okay. He jumped around in front of Charity, and then picked her up, swinging around his pregnant sister until she was back on the floor in front of the door.
"The only question you're going to get, sis, is can I feel her kick," Robert said. "See you at lunch."
Charity left out the door, in between the arrival of more students. Grace welcomed them, as her son went to chat with one of the first arrivals. Soon all of her students were seated, just as the bell rang, all twenty-four of them.
"Welcome to First Grade," Grace said. "I am Mrs. Hester, and I'll be your teacher this year. My son Robert, in between his studies, will be my teacher's aid this year. Robert, why don't you come up hear and introduce yourself."
Robert walked up to the front of the room, and Grace couldn't keep her eyes off of her son's erect cock. With her eyes focused on it, she so wanted it inside her again. He had forbidden it though. She had to act prim and proper, no matter how wet he was making her panties. She had to teach her students well, no matter what Robert did to them.
"My name is Robert, but you all will call me Master," Robert said, as he stood before the class. "You will do and believe as I say."
Grace knew that was true, as her son moved back to the girl at the end of the first row of desks, a little blonde girl named Kerstin. "Now class, there is a stack of books in your desk, along with a sheet of paper labeled book log," she said. "Take them out. Then write your name on the inside cover, and copy the number on to the log. When you're done, bring the log up to my desk."
The books she was using this year were not all the same as last year. The reading book was especially changed, with its cover showing Robert making love to Charity. Inside the stories were all sex stories, targeted to the proper grade level. Most of the books at least had new covers, save the math book. Apparently Robert hadn't found anything to do to that one.
Grace heard a moan, and looked over at Kerstin. She was nude now, and sported one of Robert's lockets. His had was busy feeling up her pussy, and Grace knew that the girl would soon be satisfying her son's hard cock. "Robert, make sure her form is filled out," she ordered, as he bent his head down to lick Kerstin's pussy.
By the time they reached lunch, two girls were naked, leaking Robert's seed. She hoped he hadn't decided to make her whole class pregnant. He hadn't neglected his duties, however. The lunch buffet was set and ready buy the time Charity returned for her lunch. Those that hadn't packed their lunch used the buffet, and somehow Grace knew that tomorrow it would be all of her students.
Near the end of the day, Robert decided to work on one of the boys in the class, Julian. Grace watched as he stripped the boy. And then just as he did with his little brother, Robert pressed his hand against the boy's cock and balls. When he removed it, they were gone, replaced with a girl's pussy. The former boy looked down at his crotch, and started to cry for his lost manhood, but that's all she could do, as Robert made the girl wet, before plunging his cock into the new girl.
Julian was crying out with joy by the time Robert was done. "Thank you Master Robert," Julian said as Robert pulled out of her pussy, just like the three other girls had. Then she returned to working on her Social Studies worksheet.
When the final bell rang, four students had to get dressed while the others just had to put on their shoes and socks. Grace wondered what her students would say to their parents, especially Julian. She was willing to bet, based on the lockets that her son was handing out as the students dressed, that her job was safe, even if Robert did decide to start the class's fertility early, instead of accidentally like his new sister's.
With the last student gone, Mrs. Grace Hester waddled up the stairs to make dinner. Her son stayed behind so he could finish his own school work, having been too busy during school hours working with his mother's class. He had to finish by bedtime, otherwise his mother would be quite lonely.
