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‘Come on boys, smile! You will soon get used to wearing your new uniforms all day. Off you go to class!’ 

I encountered these former jocks at the gym, harassing other guys, smaller than them. At my school for doms and subs that is unacceptable and any graduates are nicely educated and kind boys. I therefore decided to take them in. With all authority in my voice as possible I called them over. Their bodies immediately responded to my command and they started to walk towards me. They looked confused since it was not their desire to do this, they were guided by an invisible force. ‘Strip’ I told the obedient jocks. Their expression darkened as they started to undress, stripping of their gym clothing down to their boxers. ‘Boxers too!’ Sheepishly they took off their underwear. Bare naked in the middle of the gym they regained control over their bodies. ‘What the fuck dude! You can’t do this to us!’ One of them said. The other started to run towards the locker room.  I snapped my fingers and both boys froze. ‘Come back and present!’ I shouted. Their faces turned blank as they walked back to me. Both boys put their hands behind their backs and spread their legs, presenting their muscular naked bodies to me. ‘You vandals are going back to school. I cannot tolerate such behaviour from grown up boys which you clearly are not. Let us begin with taking away some pride.’ I clapped my hands and two metal chastity cages appeared around their flaccid cocks. The locks locked themselves and the keys floated towards me, which I put around a big keychain I wore with me. ‘Two fine additions to the collection’ Finally, all pubic hair around the cages disappeared leaving them with smooth caged crotches. 

‘You are going to be taught what it means to be a proper boy. Since being a top turned you into mean jocks you will try the submissive track. Usually I do physical alterations too but I think it will be more humiliating for you if you have the body of a jock but the mind of a twink.’ I clapped again and all physical strength was sucked from their bodies. They were left with all the muscle they had previously, but no strength to use them. The smallest twink would be able to overtake them now. Their faces did not shift since I had locked them in a slightly smiling position. ‘You seem to be happy with the changes, boys. Glad to see that. Now let’s get you dressed.’ Suddenly a pair of white briefs appeared to cover their caged cocks. White shirts appeared on their chests which buttoned themselves. Grey shorts were the next items to appear over their firm butts. They were tight, extremely tight, showing off their bulges and bubble butts nicely. They were also the shortest I had in my arsenal of uniforms. If they behaved in class they might get longer ones. Ties with my school weapon tightened themselves around their necks and grey socks appeard on their feet, which pulled themselves up to their knees. Finally, a pair of shiny black shoes finished it all off. 

Their bodies were freed and they regained movement. However, they did not run away or anything. A slight alteration to their minds made sure that they remained compliant. Awkwardly they kept pulling on the shorts, trying to make them cover more of their legs, or hide their bulges, but to no avail. ‘These shorts are a sign that you are far from being adults. Now get out of the gym, you are only permitted to do light cardio.’ They nodded and walked away. They were programmed to know which class to go to next. A final snap of my fingers made them do a small jump. I smiled as they covered their asses with their hands. A softly vibrating plug appeared in their butts. That would increase the speed of their horniness build up, making them perform better in obedience based classes. 

I left the gym feeling satisfied. Two more vandals taken off the streets to be turned into obedient uniformed boys. 

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The headmaster’s son part 4

quick recap: Aiden and his mom have moved in to Aiden’s new dad, James. James is an extremely conservative man and despised Aiden’s look and behaviour. He completely changed the 18-year old boy into the perfect obedient son with new formal clothing and corporal punishment. Aiden is forced to behave himself while wearing a formal uniform with grey shorts and knee socks. James is also the headmaster of the school Aiden is going to attend so the poor boy’s trouble is far from over.

Two weeks passed with little to no issues. Aiden learned to stay low to avoid punishment and James was happy to see the boy improving. He had always believed that a passive and quiet boy was a well behaved one. There was one occasion where Aiden protested about his bed time but after a firm spanking with the cane that had not happened again. James had hung the cane next to Aiden’s school blazer on his bedroom door to constantly remind him of the consequences of bad behaviour and it seemed to be working.  Then that horrible day came. The first day of school after the holiday. Aiden believed his old life had ended weeks ago when he stepped foot in James’ house, but the start of his new and miserable life was today. James woke the boy up extra early to get ready. He had already picked the boy’s uniform out the night before, to make sure Aiden made no mistakes. Reluctantly, Aiden got out of bed to get dressed. After putting on a fresh pair of his white briefs he picked up a white short sleeved shirt and put it on. After buttoning it all the way up he grabbed his pre knotted tie and tightened it around the collar. He then grabbed the pair of grey shorts he hated so much and pulled them over his legs. James had picked out the shortest pair he had with the inside leg being just 2 inches. The elastic backside snapped in place around his tight butt. Due to the lack of belt loops Aiden was forced to clip on a pair of suspenders. They were striped in the school colours. The boy tucked in his shirt and looked down. He sighed. He looked like such a little kid in these. The only thing revealing his age were the hairs on his legs. He then grabbed the pair of grey socks and pulled them all the way over his knees. After slipping on the tight elastic garters he folded the top of the socks. Lines appeared similar to those on his suspenders. Aiden had learnt to appreciate his socks because they were the only pieces of clothing that kept his legs warm. After putting on his blazer and grabbing his cap Aiden went to the bathroom. Aiden hated his blazer, since it was one size too big for him. Together with the tight shorts it made him look extremely juvenile. There he proceeded with the same ritual as always. He spent most of his time applying a generous amount of Brylcreem to his hair. He combed it to make sure the parting was just how James wanted it. One loose hair would lead to a spanking so Aiden was extremely precise and careful. With everything done he went downstairs. 

Breakfast was as usual and when it was time to go Aiden put on his clunky shoes, made to correct his flat feet. He still was not used to their size and weight so he had a hard time walking without nearly tripping over his own feet, like a little kid. James on the other hand was wearing a fancy tailored suit. Before leaving the house he put on a black traditional gown. Aiden couldn’t help but stare at the intimidating man as he turned from a strict father into an even stricter headmaster. The gown made him look like an evil wizard of some kind. James told Aiden that he would be driving with him to school so they both got in the car. It was a 30 minute drive. Upon arriving James parked the car just next to the entrance on his very own parking spot. ‘Before I let you go to your class I need to notify you of some things.’ James said to Aiden. ‘At school you will not call me father and I will not call you son. I am your headmaster as soon as we are in this building and I will act upon it. I expect you to do the same.’ ‘Yes sir.’ Aiden obediently replied. ‘Good. Here is your schedule.’ James handed the boy a piece of paper. ‘Now off you go! Don’t forget to have fun! I trust you’ll make some new friends today.’ And with that James stepped out of the car. Aiden followed the man into the building. 

A wave of silence and nervosity spread through the hallway when James entered. Laughter disappeared and all students lowered their voice. This was an immediate sign to Aiden that James was to be feared here. He felt small behind the headmaster, so much of his body was exposed to the world while James was completely covered by his gown apart from his head. James looked back one more time and smiled at Aiden. ‘You look good boy, I’m glad to be your father now.’ This surprised Aiden. For the first time ever a compliment came from James. There was no time to reply however. With firm steps James trodded off to his office. With the big posture of the headmaster gone the students engaged in conversation again. Many had not seen their friends for a while so the atmosphere was cheerful.  Not for Aiden though. With James gone he was all alone and had nothing to hide behind. His full body was visible to any person looking. Aiden felt extremely vulnerable and tried to become as small a possible. He looked at his schedule, his first class was math, the worst of all. Checking the signs Aiden found the corridor he had to walk through. Trying to get a firm pace he started to walk but he did not dare to look up. Aiden could feel a million eyes staring at him as he walked to the classroom. The cold breeze made his bare legs feel even more exposed. Staring firmly at the floor Aiden passed a lot of long trousers but not a single pair of shorts. This made the belief that he was the only one wearing them even stronger. Aiden was sure he heard some laughing and snickering too. He was certainly being noticed by the other boys. 

After what felt like a thousand miles Aiden reached the classroom. He was greeted by an old short man wearing a khaki suit. ‘You must be Aiden.’ How the hell did he know my name? Aiden thought. ‘I was informed by the headmaster that you were going to attend our school this year.’ Aiden remained silent. He learned from his time with James that not saying anything is the safest when avoiding punishment. ‘Not so talkative, eh? That’s alright. Have a seat, young man.’ The teacher pointed at one of the tables in the front row. If there was anything Aiden definitely did not want, it was sitting in the front row. His bare legs and shaved head would be visible to the whole class. Yet something in the teacher’s voice told Aiden that there was no room for negotiation. Obediently the boy sat down. The seat was cold on the part of his legs the shorts did not cover.  A few minutes passed and the classroom became filled with students. For the first part of the lesson Aiden could relax a little. He forgot about the eyes piercing his back and tried to focus. That did not take long though. After explaining something the teacher wrote an excersize on the board. He asked the class who was willing to come forward and write out the answer. Obviously the whole room went silent. None of the boys wanted to be in such a spotlight. Especially not on the first day of the year. Aiden too kept his mouth shut. Suddenly there was just behind him. ‘I’ll do it sir!’ A boy shouted while leaning forward to Aiden. The boy grinned and quickly sat back in his seat when Aiden turend around. The teacher smiled and looked at Aiden. ‘Splendid, boy! Please come forward and write out the answer.’ Aiden’s face turned bright red when he realized the teacher thought he was the one who volunteered. He looked behind him again and saw a group of boys snickering at him. They must have set him up!  Reluctantly Aiden got up from his seat. He was so nervous he nearly tripped over his clunky shoes again. All to the joy of the other boys who started to laugh. The exposure was enormous as Aiden made his way to the board. There was no hiding possible anymore. His bare short trousered legs were visible to the whole class to see. Even the slight red marks of the caning he received yesterday were visible on the back of his legs. Aiden picked up the marker and wrote the answer on the board. He was okayish at math and the question was not hard. When he was done he quickly walked back to his seat, hoping this would never again. Upon sitting down the boy behind him bent forward again. ‘This is just the beginning, shortie pants.’ He said with an evil grin on his face. ‘We’re going to have so much fun with you. And you’re going to make sure that we get away with it, being the big boss’ son. Oh and. Nice tighty whities, loser.’ The other boys snickered while he sat down again. Aiden looked down and was horrified to see that his briefs had snuck up his shorts, the waistband being visible to the world. He quickly tucked it back in, his face red as a tomato. Aiden realized that there was nothing left to hide. The other boys knew he was the son of the headmaster and that he was wearing shorts and tighty whities. Aiden feared for his life.

Just before the class ended Aiden heared a bell followed by the voice of the headmaster: ‘All new students are to head to the nurses office immediately after class for physical examination due to new hygiene standards.’ The message repeated itself as Aiden’s face became red. Physical examination? What would he mean by that? Then the bell rang again and math class was over. The boys quickly ran out of the classroom, smelling a few minutes of freedom. Aiden on the other hand still had a puzzled look on his face. The teacher walked up to him and explained where he had to go. Pulled back to reality Aiden started his journey to the nurses office. He tried to walk as quick as possible to avoid being seen by other. Unfortunately the corridors were filled with loud boys running around. It did not take long before Aiden, clumsily walking, tripped over someone’s legs. His heavy shoes locked in place Aiden fell forward and landed face first on the floor.

‘Hey, watch it!’ Aiden heard from behind. ‘These shoes are brand new!’ Clumsily Aiden tried to get up. Looking up he saw a big muscular guy standing over him. He was obviously wearing the same uniform as Aiden but with long pants, a belt and a long sleeved shirt. His top button was undone and his tie a little loose. Compared to Aiden he looked a lot older and more mature. Aiden could not help but think that the jock looked kind of handsome in his uniform. The boy got up, the jock was at least a head taller than him too. He started to apologize but was interrupted. ‘Hey you’re that boy from math! The headmasters son! Oh boy you’re gonna pay for this!’ He grabbed the front of Aidens shirt and pulled him closer. ‘You and your bare legs better get you to the locker room now! You’re gonna get a taste of what it’s like to insult me like this around here. Do you understand?’ Lost for words Aiden nodded quickly. The jock let him go and Aiden fell to the ground again. He got up as fast as he could and scurried after the jock who already left. The whole corridor was staring at him and most of the boy had started to laugh and point at his bare legs and formal haircut. 

After what felt like a marathon Aiden obediently followed the jock into the locker room. He had a terrible feeling about this and considered to run. He trashed that idea since, on these shoes, he would probably be outsped by anyone in the school. To his demise the locker room was filled with other boys. All of them looked like senior and they were all quite muscular. Aiden figured some kind of training had just finished. The room fell silent when Aiden entered. With his head hanging in shame he approached the jock whose legs he tripped over. He could already hear some snickering as everyone knew what was going to happen. ‘Okay nerd. I’m Jared and I’m in charge around here. It just so happened that you damaged the shoes of the football team’s captain so no luck for you. You know what happens to boys who insult me? They get punished and become my bitch. And since you’re still in short trousers I suppose you should be treated like the nerdy little boy you are.’ Aiden finally looked up to Jared. ‘Please, I did not do it on purpose. Just let me go I have to get to the nurse, I’m already late. Please just let me go man, these shorts are worse enough for me.’ Aiden did a step backwards and bumped into a big muscular jock behind him. The jock was only wearing a jockstrap and his bulging muscles stopped Aiden in his place. He looked down to Aiden with an evil smile. ‘That’s where you’re wrong loser.’ Jared continued. The jock behind him placed a firm hand on Aiden’s shoulder, making it unable to get away. ‘You need to learn the rules around here. And the first one is to fear me. The second one is that boys in shorts get treated as the little boys they are. The third one is that you never speak up to me. You’ve already broken 2 of them so let’s not break the fourth shall we? The fourth rule around here is that boys who wear tighty whities get wedgied!’ And with that the jock behind Aiden grabbed a handful of his white briefs and forcefull yanked them up. Aiden yelled in pain as the white fabric lodged itself into his ass.  The jock pulled the fabric from behind his blazer and kept tugging. Within seconds Aiden was on this toes trying to stay on the ground. More jocks gathered around Aiden and his tormenters and started to laugh and shout. ‘Hah what a cute boy in his tiny shorts and tighty whities.’ ‘With such a haircut you’re just begging to be bullied!’ ‘What kind of shoes are those! They look like bricks to me. Must be a big nerd for wearing those voluntarily.’ Aiden’s head turned red from shame and pain while the jock kept tugging. Jared smiled, obviously satisfied with his display of power. ‘Hang him.’ He said. The jocks started to cheer while the wedgie jock pulled even harder, lifting Aiden from the ground. The jock walked over to a coat hanger and placed Aidens waistband over them. Then he let go letting Aiden fall down, only to be caught by his own underwear. His ass was on fire and his ball were being crused. The white fabric was visible all around his waist, being tugged upwards out of his shorts. In turn, his shorts were also riding up since his suspenders pulled them even higher. His legs were dangling down with most of his upper legs and thighs on display. For a second he thought this could not get any worse.

Then all of the jocks approach him. With an evil grin on his face Jared positioned himself in front of Aiden and crossed his muscular arms. ‘I hope this is a lesson. If you dare to make eye contact with me ever again after this. You will regret it.’ Aiden quickly nodded. ‘Now boys for a final moment of fun. Get your towels! I have to go to class. The jocks cheered while Jared left the room. The jocks then proceeded to grab their towel and started to twist them. Aiden knew what was coming but also knew that begging was not going to help. With a loud snap the first towel hit his bare thighs. Then another hit his other leg. Aiden shrieked in pain while the old markings on his legs turned red again. Some jocks aimed for his thighs while others aimed for his exposed crotch or ass. They were clearly having fun because they went on with it for at least 5 minutes until one of them said it was enough. ‘He’ll get to have more fun with us later. Won’t you little nerd?’ It was the guy who wedgied him earlier, clearly the right hand of Jared. ‘My rule is that you fear me, David, as well. Understood, loser?’ Aiden nodded. ‘Well then get out of here I don’t want your boyish ass in my locker room anymore.’ He grabbed Aiden’s waistband and lifted him up again. He then let go and let Aiden fall to the ground. With a snap his briefs returned to his shorts. Aiden quickly got himself together and rushed out of the room, nearly crying. In the hallway he pulled out his wedgie and straightened his clothing. His legs were covered in red stripes from the towels and it hurt badly. Everyone who passed him snickered and some boys started to call him shorts boy. Aiden started to walk towards the nurses office. He tried to hold back his tears. He was not only treated as a little boy at home, he was also the little boy of the school now. He was treated like a loser and a nerd. He used to be a cool kid once, with cool clothing and cool friends. Now he was a nobody with strict parents and a formal and boyish wardrobe. How was this ever going to get better?

Finally part 4 is up! Thanks for reading! What do you think should happen next?  Should Aiden be able to get some revenge on Jared? Or should his life become even worse? Let me know what you think! Leave a DM, it’s always open :)

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A proper boy

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Got to be transformed into the school boy I truly am and proud of it!

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Here’s my quick tutorial for all boy to dress appropriately! I hope this helps and inspires a lot of boys and sirs.

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I wish I could dress as proper as this boy here

It’s always a good idea to neatly lay everything out prior to getting ready for the day to ensure that nothing is forgotten. 

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I hope my boss would do this to me

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The headmaster’s son part 3

The walk to the shoe store felt like a marathon to Aiden. It was warm outside so the AC units of the mall were blowing at full force. A cold wind blew around Aiden’s bare knees, making him shiver. This small event made him feel extremely little and vulnerable. Unconsiously the poor boy stuck close to his dad. James looked at his new son and smiled, he was already starting to behave like a proper boy. The only thing that remembered him of his old life was the scruffy haircut and the worn sneakers. But that was going to change soon too.

The two reached an old looking store in the back of the mall. The windows were dusty and Aiden could see a few pairs of black and brown dress shoes on display. He feared for his elaborate sneaker collection to be thrown away after this day. Upon entering James was politely greeted by an old man who seemed to be the owner. He was wearing brown suit with matching shoes. His whole appearance looked really old fashioned. ‘I am here for my son. He needs new shoes for the upcoming school year. You know what kind I approve of.’ James said. ‘Of course sir.’ The man replied. He immediately grabbed Aiden’s hand and guided him to a chair. He then proceeded to hold all kinds of measuring devices against the boy’s feet. Over the course of a few minutes his face became more worried. After a while he walked over to James. ‘I’m afraid your son has flat feet, most likely due to those horrible shoes he’s wearing.’  The two men looked towards Aiden. ‘Do what you have to do’ James replied. The man scurried off to the back of the shop only to return a minute later with a box in his hands. He kneeled at Aiden’s feet and opened the box. Inside, Aiden could se the clunkiest, unfashionable pair of black leather shoes. In a reflex Aiden lifted up his feet. ‘There is no way I’m going to wear those awful shoes!’ He exclaimed. The old man had a surprised look on his face and anger filled James’. He walked over to Aiden and grabbed his arm. ‘I will not allow such protest and behaviour from you boy!’ The angry tone at which he said it terrified Aiden. James pulled the boy up and sat down on the chair himself. He then proceeded to pull Aiden over his lap. The boy couldn’t imagine what was going to happen next. James’ face red with anger he lifted his hand only to slap to down on Aiden’s butt. There was a loud smack and Aiden screamed in pain. ‘You are to behave yourself boy! And listed to your superiors!’ James shouted. *Smack, Smack, Smack* Aiden tried to hold back his tears but was unable to. ‘I was going to punish you at home but I think this will work better’ James smacked a few more times. The worst thing for Aiden was that the chair was visible from the entrance of the shop. He heard the laughs of a little boy and could feel the stares and fingers pointing at him. ‘Look mommy! He wears the same uniform as I do to school! He looks a lot older though.’ 

The spanking went on for a little while until Aiden was crying so loudly James thought it was enough. He picked up the defeated boy and placed him back in th chair. The old man just smiled, he had seen a lot of boys being spanked in his store, although never one this old. He grabbed the shoes from the box and placed them around Aiden’s feet. ‘There you go that should resolve the problem. Wear these every day for a few months and then you can switch to a normal pair.’ Aiden’s eyes widened and James just nodded. James proceeded to pay for the shoes while Aiden stood up. Under his skinny legs his feet now looked extremely big. Apart from the ever present feeling of boyishness he now felt a little dorky too. The boy tried to take a few steps but nearly tripped over his own feet. Looking really clumsy Aiden made his way over to James. He overheard the two mean talking about other pairs of shoes. Black and brown dress shoes, white sporting shoes, sandals… ‘Sandals!?’ Aiden thought. That would make him look even younger than this! For a second Aiden wanted to protest the feeling of this sore bottom made him shut his mouth again. He really did not want another spanking for that was the most humiliating moment in his life so far. 

They left the shop. James forcefull grabbed Aiden’s hand and guided him to the barber shop on the other side. Walking awkwardly Aiden followed. A neatly styled man greeted the two. ‘This boy needs a proper haircut.’ James said. ‘Shorts I see, so he’s around 14?’ The man asked. James smiled. ‘No he’s 18, but the boy is new here and needs to be taught some discipline.’ Aiden’s face turned red in embarassment. The barber smiled and guided him towards a chair. ‘What will it be for this boy?’ The employee asked. Aiden felt a little insulted that the barber did not ask him, but rather James what his own haircut should be. ‘Short on the sides and a parting on the top. My school only allows conservative and formal haircuts. Use Brylcreem to finish it off.’ James said. ‘Certainly sir’ The employee said. He quickly got to work. After a while a woman and her son entered the store. The boy was seated in the chair next to Aiden and clearly looked a few years younger. He was in the same school uniform as Aiden, but with trousers instead of shorts. Aiden’s face turned red again as he realised that this younger boy was allowed to wear trousers while he was stuck in these boyish shorts. The younger boy looked at Aiden’s bare legs sticking out from under the cover. He snickered. ‘Little shortie pants’ He whispered. Aiden wanted to talk back but he could already feel James’ hand slapping his bottom so he remained silent. After a while the barber was done. He removed the cover and grabbed a big jar. He opened it and scooped up a handful of white cream. He carefully applied it to Aiden’s hair while styling it. He applied a parting at the left side and made sure no hairs were sticking out. When he was done he held a mirror in front of Aiden. The boy was nearly unable to recognize himself. In just one day he had gone from a free boy of 18 to a 14-year old proper uniformed boy. His hair had changed drastically and looked really old fashioned. He had once seen a very old move where boys his age had haircuts like these. He now exactly looked like those ancient school boys. 

James was satisfied and paid the barber. The two then left the shop. Aiden looked back one more time to see the other boy. He had gotten a slightly more modern haircut and now looked older than Aiden. The boy stuck out his tongue as he looked at Aiden’s bare legs. Completely humiliated, Aiden left the mall with James by his side. When the two arrived home they were greeted by Aiden’s mom. She gave Jason a quick kiss and proceeded to check out Aiden. She smiled and told him he looked really smart in his new outfit. ‘We should have done this way earlier’ 

During the next three days life seemed to be a lot more normal. Aiden was allowed, still in his uniform all day with the clunky shoes, to watch TV and play outside during the day. He mostly kept to himself because he did not want others to see him dressed like this. In the mornings James taught him how to neatly com and duringb and style his hair with cream. At lunch and dinner he taught Aiden how to sit and eat properly. Calling James ‘father’ and ‘sir’ was becoming more normal, as was calling his mom ‘mother’. Aiden was starting to learn how to please James to prevent punishment.  James had already bought a few extra pairs of white briefs and had thrown out all of Aiden’s old boxers. When his mom was washing his uniform, Aiden was told to wait in the living room, only wearing his briefs. This was one of the most humiliating things yet, having to sit on the floor in just his underwear. Whenever James sat down on the couch next to him, wearing his fancy suit, Aiden really felt like a little kid. James seemed to notice this and was pleased to see that Aiden was starting to behave himself.  On the fourth day, just after breakfast, James entered the kitchen with a big box in his hands. He commanded Aiden to stand up and come with him to his bedroom. Unconscious of what was going to happen, fear struck Aiden. 

In Aiden’s bedroom James opened the closet. He had placed the bix box on the bed. Next to the closet was a big trash bag. ‘Pick up the bag, son.’ He told Aiden. ‘Today is the day you’re saying goodbye to that horrendous and improper life of yours. Put every piece of clothing you own in the bag.’ Aiden’s eyes widened. Was James really going to make him empty his closet? This was the only suit he had and he hated it! Hestantly, Aiden picked up the bag. He looked at the stacks of t-shirts and jeans. Some of them he was very fond of. Aiden missed the look and feeling of a pair of long jeans around his legs. The grey formal shorts were still strange to him and he hated the slight itch of the wool knee socks. ‘Come on boy, what are you waiting for? I told you to put EVERYTHING in the bag.’ James said. With a sad face Aiden started to grab the shirts and threw them in the bag. The closet was emptied quickly. James opened the drawer with his underwear and socks. One side was filled with different kinds of socks in different colours and the other side was a sea of white since James had already replaced all of them with briefs. Not wanting to anger James Aiden proceeded to take all of his socks and throw them away. Aiden looked at James thinking he was finished but James guided him to his shoes. A few pairs of old sneakers, most ripped around the seams and incredibly dirty, next to a few pairs of sporting shoes and flip flops disappeared into the bag. It was completely full now and quite heavy. James took the bag from Aiden’s hands and placed it next to the door outside of the room. He then opened the big box on the bed. ‘This is your new wardrobe, son. It contains everything your going to need until you finish school in a few years. All the pieces are well tailored so you should be grateful for this. Now I want you to take every piece and give it a place in your closet.’ James said.  Aiden took a look into the box. There wasn’t much colour in there. Only black, grey and white. A few hints of blue told his those were the school colours. Accepting his fate Aiden started to pick up the items and place them in the closet. A few pairs of white formal shirts. Most of them short sleeved and 2 long sleeved once. a few white under shirts and tank tops. Only grey and black formal shorts. None of them had pockets and all had an elastic backside and a white lining. They looked shorter than the pair he was currently wearing. Aiden had hope that he was allowed at least one pair of long trousers but to his disappointment there were none. James seemed to be able to read his mind. ‘I wil consider giving you a pair of big boy pants when you prove that you can behave yourself.’ Aiden proceed to grab a few pairs of grey knee socks white a blue stripe on them. There were black ones too and one pair of white ones. A black and blue pullover. Two sweater vests and 2 blazers in the school colours. A very short pair of sporting shorts and white long sporting socks. A black and blue striped tie and a matching bowtie. 2 pairs of black suspenders and a black leather belt. Another pair of those clunky shoes and 2 pairs of black normal dress shoes. Aiden was horrified to find a pair of leather sandals in there too, but the worst thing was the school cap he lastly picked up. ‘Good job son. And now that you have your cap why don’t you try on your school uniform?’ James grabbed the cap and placed it on Aiden’s head. This was such a powerful move since it seemed to make Aiden even smaller. Aiden was then told to put on a pair of new shorts. He put hem on and they were definitely way shorter than his old pair. They stopped well above his knees precisely where his fingers ended when standing. With more bare leg Aiden felt more exposed. James  grabbed the old pair and put it in the trash bag. Aiden proceeded to put on the school socks, a white short sleeved shirt and the school tie. James helped him put on a pair of suspenders to keep his shorts from dropping. Sock garters were placed under the fold to keep his socks up. James straightened the tie and gave Aiden his blazer. He put it on and noticed it was slightly too big. The sleeves were quite long and with this on, it almost looked as if Aiden wasn’t wearing pants at all. This just added to the school boy look making him look more juvenile. Looking at his son James was very content. In just 4 days he had transformed this 18-year old brat into a proper and neat boy, from his shoes and clothing to his haircut and behaviour. Aiden did not look happy at all. Wearing this full uniform, his feet covered in clumsy and dorky shoes, his hair styled to perfection and all of his old clothing thrown away, this was the point he realized that his transformation was complete. There was no going back now and he could not do anything about his position. He was to obey his father who was also the headmaster of his new school. With just 2 weeks left until the first day, Aiden believed that would mark the end of all freedom and fun in his life…

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The headmaster’s son Part 2

Aiden could relax a little while unpacking his belongings. He was still processing everything James, his new dad, had told him. He knew that his life would change in the upcoming weeks. Little did he know that more was going to change than he realized. Aiden opened his two boxes of clothing and started to put them in the dresser. He dedicated one drawer to his boxers and ankle socks. Another to his t-shirts and tanktops. The few pairs of jeans he had got a drawer too. He hung his only button up shirt on a hanger from the door. He put his three pairs of sneakers under the dresser. Back at in his old home, Aiden loved to walk around in just his boxers or a casual outfit like a tank top. He was definitely not going to do that here, with james walking around all suited up. Recalling what James had told him he kept the box of personal belongings closed. It was sad that he couldn’t hang his favourite movie posters from the wall, or display the prizes he had won. At his former school, Aiden was the best of the swimming team. He had many trophies and other prizes. Aiden decided to take off his shoes and then head downstairs. He found his mother in the kitchen unpacking boxes and James in the livingroom reading a book. The living room was furnished in the same style as the entrance. Entering the room Aiden felt small and vulnerable. James looked up from his book. ‘Ah son, finished unpacking I suppose? We’ll have a quick snack and then I’ll take you to the mall for clothing.’ He said. ‘Okay that’s fine.’ Aiden responded. James frowned. ‘Remember what I told you a few minutes ago, boy… Oh my goodness why have you taken your shoes off? Inside the house I want you to be properly dressed! No taking off your shoes until I say so. Do you understand that?’ James exclaimed. ‘Yes, sorry father. I will get them right now.’ Aiden replied scared. He hurried back upstairs. He wondered how James could be so intimidating. It was as if he could do no more than listen and follow James’ commands.

After getting his shoes Aiden and James went out together. His mother decided to stay. Using James’ oldtimer car they went to the mall. During the drive Aiden was already thinking about what shops he wanted to visit. There were a few with nice modern clothing which he liked. And he could use a new pair of sneakers. After quickly parking the car they entered the big mall. Instinctively Aiden walked up to a store and wanted to enter it. ‘None of that, son. We’re going to another shop.’ James said. He grabbed Aiden’s shoulder and dragged him to the shop next door. It was called ‘Gentle men’s’ and in the window Aiden could only see dolls wearing old fashioned suits and dress shoes. He suddenly realized what James had meant with wrong clothing and tried to imagine himself in a suit. Even the thought of wearing a blazer horrified Aiden. ‘But why can’t we go to another store? This is not really my style.’ Aiden pleaded. ‘Because I say so, Aiden. You’re going to listen to me and I don’t want to hear any more buts from you.’ James responded. His voice was so strong that Aiden shut his mouth and didn’t dare to open it again until later in the store.

Upon entering the two were greeted by an assistant. He properly introduced himself to Aiden as Bob and James and he clearly had met before. ‘So are you here for a new suit, master James?’ Bob asked. ‘No I’m here for my son. As you can see he needs a big make over.’ ‘Ah yes I can see. Full wardrobe?’ ‘Yes everything. And we’ll discuss school uniform too, he’s going to attend my school. ‘Excellent, right this way.’ Bob grabbed Aiden’s shoulder and guided him to a platform in front of a mirror. There Aiden was told to undress to his underwear. A little blushing Aiden undressed, fearing James’ reaction if he wouldn’t listen. Bob quickly took away all of Aiden’s clothes and grabbed a measuring tape. ‘I see why you’re here, James.’ Bob said while he measured every inch of his body. From the length of his arms and legs to the width of his neck and waist. ‘Yes bob, I can’t stand those dreadful boxers. Children these days.’ Aiden blushed as he looked down at his plaid boxers covering his manhood. ‘I will get a pack of underwear for you to wear when you’re trying on your suit.’ Bob measured some more things and then walked away. After a minute he came back with a hanger with a black suit on it. He handed the suit to aiden and guided him to a changing room. Before closing the door he handed Aiden another box and told him it contained his underwear.

At last Aiden had a minute alone to process all the things happening. But before he could process anyhting he opened the box and was horrified. Inside the box he found a pair of plain white briefs. He had not worn briefs in 8 years! Wearing a suit was bad but going back to tighty whities was worse! ‘Hurry up son. We have other places to be’ He heard James shout from outside the room. Figuring he had little choice Aiden took off his boxers and slid into the briefs. They felt extremely tight around his package. Watching himself in the mirror he looked 15 instead of 18. The bright white seemed to radiate from him. Aiden then turned his attention to the clothes hanger. He first put on the shirt which was white too. Putting it on he noticed it had short sleeves too. This only added to the boyish look. Aiden hated button ups but short sleeved ones were even worse. He then proceeded to grab the pair of pants but was surprised by the lack of it. Hidden behind the blazer was a pair of shorts. What! Shorts!? Aiden had never worn formal shorts and was horrified by the idea of it. No self respecting boy would put those on. ‘Hurry!’ He heared once again and had to sadly admit he was forced to put them on. Aiden put on the shorts and noticed there were no belt loops and pockets. This made things even worse! The shorts were quite tight around his waist and stopped about an inch above his knees. If he was going to wear them, they were at least an okay length. ‘Put on the socks too, you can wear your old shoes for now’ James shouted.  Aiden looked into the box once again and was greeted by a pair of long black socks. He put them on and decided to keep them casually low. After putting on his shoes and the blazer he exited the room.

Bob immediately started measuring again and James looked somewhat pleased for the first time. ‘Good but Bob, can you dress him properly?’ ‘Of course sir.’ Bob put away the measuring tape and started to work on Aiden’s clothes. To his regret Bob tucked the shirt into his pants and pulled the black woolen socks up to over his knees only to fold them once. They now reached to about half and inch under his knees. With the shorts, only his knees were visible now. Bob then buttoned his shirt all the way up and proceeded to put a black tie around his neck. Never in his life had Aiden worn a necktie and he felt very restricted in it. Bob straightened his collar and looked pleased.  James nodded in approval. ‘Come Bob let’s discuss the full list of clothing.’ ‘Yes sir come with me. And don’t change back Aiden, you can keep wearing this for today to get used to the feeling.’ When he heard that a cool breeze passed through the store and past his bare legs. Aiden shivered a little and couldn’t stand the thought of having to walk around like this all day. He looked at himself in the mirror and apart from his sneakers and messy hair, couldn’t recognize himself anymore. He looked very proper and formal, like some rich British kid he had seen in a commercial. He could hear only a few words from the conversation between James and bob. ‘Only…. Briefs and kneehigh…….. needs shorter…. braces…. leisure…. full wardrobe….’ Aiden couldn’t make anything from it but knew it was bad for him.

After paying for the clothing Aiden was told by James that he could wear this suit today and his old clothing for the next 2 weeks since the ordered clothing had to be adjusted in size. They exited the store, Aiden’s head red of shame while he tried to stick close to James to hide himself. Only to look more boyish. ‘Where are we headed next?’ ‘FATHER. Please Aiden show some manners. We’re headed to the shoestore next. We need to do something about those dreadful sneakers. And after we’ll pay a quick visit to the baber. We need you presentable for the upcoming school year, son.’

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Headmaster’s son, Part 1

Aiden woke up from the loud noise of his alarm. He opened his eyes and looked around his empty bedroom. He sighed realizing that this would be his final moment in his old room. The room he grew up in. For eighteen years this was his castle. Still sleepy Aiden got up and dressed himself. After putting on a fresh pair of boxers he decided to wear a comfortable pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Finishing his outfit with a pair of old Vans he went to the bathroom. Aiden had not gone to the barber for quite some time so his hair was all messy and long. He liked it though, and his mother didn’t really care. He combed it a little and proceeded down the stairs to greet his mom. He found her at the soon to be removed kitchen table eating he breakfast. After giving her a kiss he made his own breakfast consisting of yoghurt and chocolate sprinkles. While eating Aiden and his mom discussed the events of the past few months.

After the divorce of his mom and dad Aiden’s mom was left alone. Being unable to pay for such a big house she decided to remarry. She’d known this man for a while so developing a relationship wasn’t hard. Unfortunately for Aiden this man lived very far away so they’d have to move there. Hence the empty house since today was the day of their travel to their new home. Yet worse was the fact that he had only met this man once, and he was the headmaster of the school Aiden would be attending when the summer break ended. He had heard it was a boys only school and judging from the headmaster’s look it would be a very strict school too. His new dad, named James, only wore suits and other very formal clothing. His hair was always perfectly combed and short and his shoes were always polished and neat. He looked very old fashioned which scared Aiden a little. Moreover, Aiden had heard James was going to institute a school uniform for all boys at his school starting next year. The thought of having to wear an uniform was horrible for Aiden. He hated uniforms and thought they restricted movement and freedom. But as much as he hated it there was no going back now. The house was already sold and the van of the moving company was arriving.

After packing up the last bits and pieces the journey started. After what felt like an eternity they arrived at their new home. As soon as the van pulled up the front door of the house opened and a tall man walked up to them. James looked even bigger than last time they met. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie and a white shirt. The formal and neat haircut made him look more intimidating. His black dress shoes made a loud noise when he walked. He smiled when he saw his soon to be wife and gave her a kiss. He then turned to Aiden and his face became straight. ‘It’s good to see you again boy.’ He said to Aiden. ‘Likewise, James.’ Aiden responded. James frowned when he heard Aiden say his name. ‘Well then. Let’s unpack your belongings and then I’ll show you around the house.’ James opened the van and started to take boxes of stuff into the house. The entrance was grand but old fashioned. The walls were lined with dark wood and a dark green carpet covered the floor. A giant chandelier hung from the ceiling next to the double stairs leading to the first floor. The whole appearance of the house reminded jason of a gentlemen’s club he’d seen in a movie once. It scared Jason a little. After emptying the van James told Aiden to go upstairs for their tour. His mom went into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Aiden went up the stairs with James behind him. ‘You’re going to like your bedroom, son.’ Aided shivered when James called him his son. This was only the second time he’d seen him.

James showed Aiden the bathroom, which also looked old fashioned. He skipped the master bedroom saying it wouldn’t be necessary for Aiden to come in there and went to Aiden’s new room. The way James talked to him made Aiden feel younger than he was. Like he was being treated as a little boy and he didn’t like it. He entered his new room and to his disappointment it was much smaller than his old room. It was a square room with a single window. A single bed lined one of the walls and a dark brown dresser lined the other. Next to the window stood a small desk with an old computer for Aiden to use. Overall the room looked plain and boring and Aiden couldn’t wait to add his personal touch to it. James closed the door behind him. His face suddenly looked very grim. ‘This will be your new room, son. Before you unpack I want to make a few things clear. Putting posters or anything on the walls is prohibited. You will put laundry immediately in the basket for your mother to clean. I don’t want to see any mess on the floor. Next, you are responsible for cleaning your room, not your mother. If is see it is messy you will be punished for it. And now that we’re talking about it your mother and I have decided that I will be taking over the responsibilty of raising you. This means you will listen to me and only me. Since you’re going to attend my school this will be a good way to monitor you and make sure you behave. Furthermore you will adress me as father. Not daddy, dad or James. You will speak politely to me and will be corrected if not. Do you understand that son?’ ‘Yes.’ Aiden responded.  ‘Yes what?’ ‘Yes father.’ Aiden was terrified of what James had told him. He realized that much was going to change from now on and he certainly didn’t like it. He wanted to walk away but James stopped him once more. ‘And judging from your current looks you have not been raised very well by your own dad. We’ll have to correct that. This afternoon we will go shopping for new clothing and your school uniform. What you’re wearing now is unacceptable boy. Now go and unpack but remember the rules boy.’ ‘Yes father.’ Aiden was extremely frightened by James and started to unpack, worrying about what James had just said. Was his clothing that bad?

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I want this to happen to me and get regressed and put into a proper uniform like the good boy I should be

When I was  on vacation I stumbled upon four naughty boys. They looked about 26 years-old and they obviously did not have strict parents, or had them. At the edge of town they were harassing girls and talking back to adults, all while wearing skimpy shorts. Their muscular bodies intimidated all other people walking by. When I passed them they shouted something at me. I could not make out what it was but their cocky grins made me believe it was a bad word.  I balled my fist as I walked over to them. My face was already turning red with anger. I politely asked them for their names. They told me their names were Gaz, Bratt, Drew and Tresh. Typical names for such bad boys. I proceeded to ask them why there were making fun of others and intimidating passing people. The boys just laughed it off. Gaz flexed his biceps at me. I figured it was time to do something about this situation. 

I raised my hand and snapped my fingers. The world started to shift around us and within seconds we moved place to the courtyard of my school. The boys looked around nervously. They had no way of knowing what was happening. I placed my hands on my back and watched the show before me. First the boys dropped in height. I made sure their age regressed to 18, perfect for boys like them to learn how to behave. I watched as their scruffy haircuts shifted into preppy, neatly combed ones. Next, their shorts all turned dark grey uniformly. The material changed to wool and a white lining appeared on the inside. The pockets disappeared while they all shortened themselves to be the same length as Drew’s (second from right) The elastic backside made sure they stayed pulled up properly. Tight white briefs appeared under the shorts to keep their junk in place. Their socks turning grey too and rising to their knees was amusing to watch. They folded themselves as a yellow lining appeared. They all looked down at the same time in surprise. I laughed while their shoes turned to proper black dress shoes.  With their bottoms done white short sleeved shirts appeared. After buttoning themselves a pair of suspenders and a red tie appeared, tightly knotted. Red blazers slid over their shoulders to complete their new uniforms. The changes then stopped. The boys looked at me in anger after checking out their clothing. Bratt was the first to speak. ‘Dude you sick fuck! I look like a dork in this!’ I laughed. ‘You know what lookes even more dorky?’ I snapped my fingers and his hair turned bright red. He looked up, unable to speak. Drew next to him started to laugh, jeez these boys were stupid. ‘Dude you’re never getting laid again like this!’ He said. I raised my hand and snapped my fingers again. ‘Neither are you since you’re not nice to your peers.’ His eyes widened as he cupped his shrinking junk. I made his penis shrink to a microsize and laughed. All boys had lost the same amount of weight in the age regression process and I could see on Tresh’ face that he was glad he was still the biggest. I snapped again and his muscles disappeared and he dropped even more in height. His legs became very skinny while his blazer looked really big on him. Tears filled his eyes when he realized he was the smallest now. I then turned my eyes towards gaz, who was silent the whole time. ‘You need a new feature too, boy.’ I snapped again. He opened his mouth to speak but noticed it was becoming harder. A pair of shiny braces had appeared on his teeth. He tried to speak again but could only talk with a hard lisp. The other boys did not dare to laugh. 

Well boys, that concludes the physical changes. I can’t do the mental ones so that’s why you’re here. Welcome to my school of recorrection. In the upcoming years you will be taught respect and obedience. You will wear this uniform while you’re hear and if you graduate you’re awarded normal clothing again. If you try to escape before that or fail to pass, you’re stuck in this uniform forever, understand? The boys were filled with fear for me so they quickly nodded. In the distance the school bell rang. ‘Well Theodore, Benjamin, Maxwell and Albert, off to your first class!’ ‘Yes sir!’ The boys shouted in unison. While the former bratts walked away I looked at their bottoms in their tight shorts. I couldn’t help but snap one more time. Their asses inflated into round and firm bubble butts. That would only be of benefit to them in one of their classes: being a good bottom.

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Just need some knee socks and would be the perfect uniform

Working from home as an ABDL being like… 

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So handsome in his school uniform 😩

Back to school...

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I wish I could wear this every day for the rest of my life

4/10 Schoolboy wardrobe

Grew shirts will be worn on weekends, when the boy will be working around the house. He still needs to look presentable, even out of school on weekends.

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Your uniform is ready, boy! Get dressed!

It includes:

White short-sleeved shirt with a pocket

Bottle-green/Gold striped school tie

Bottle-green school blazer

Grey shorts

Grey knee-high socks

Black shoes

Get used to your new everyday uniform!

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