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Keith sits in the back of the squad car, frowning as the two police officers drive him from one prison to the next. He is dressed in the clothes he had been in the day he had been arrested, though his shirt had been tailored, so most the blood stains were out of the white button up. The shirt blends into his fur well enough to be next to useless. He is also wearing a pair of gray slacks, and a pair of simple sneakers. He doesn't really have any bags. Once the squad car arrives, one of the policemen gets out and heads for the imposing cathedral style school's front doors, entering to get the headmistress and hand over their charge.

A few moments later Miss Nightfang followed the officer out, she wasn't exactly pleased with this. Not after the last time they had to deal with a similar case, though she knew her daughter was gonna be even less happy about this then she was. "So this is the boy?" She asks, lacking her usual friendly demeanor. Keith glowers up from the back of the squad car at the arriving bat, not overly happy himself.

The police officer nods as he opens the back door to let Keith out, saying, "Yup. The brat's all yours..." Keith slips out of the car to stand up, at least glad that having been released from Juvie, he wasn't handcuffed for the trip. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and scowls.

Miss Nightfang was dressed as she tended to be, looking more like she was ready for some fancy gala even then managing a school, a purple dress that accented her eyes and showed off her body. "Welcome Keith, this is the Nightfang school for wayward youths. I would normally instruct you to gather your bags, but as you really don't have any simply follow me and I'll lead you to your dorm room." She wasn't upset or angry, but here she was simply going through the motions.

Not having much in the way of choice, Keith frowns and follows the bat towards the school. His eyes and ears are on full alert, flicking about as he follows her, as though expecting danger at every turn or something.

Miss Nightfang leads the boy through the halls, most will give her a wave or a nod to a few students that greet her though many stay out of her way, either because they realize she's not in a good mood or maybe for other reasons. The school itself is very lively, a student body that is as active and 'happy' as any normal school. It certainly wasn't an oppressive atmosphere, as the students were generally free to do what they wanted between classes, as long as they stayed on campus... still not all that different than a normal school. Keith keeps quiet on the walk, wondering how much of the 'happy' nature of the school is some kind of brainwashing. He has his own opinions, but doesn't want to start blurting them out in the open around 'indoctrinated' youths.

Eventually Miss Nightfang arrives at a room down one of the halls. "This is one of the older rooms." She states as she opens the door, revealing a small stone room that obviously been slightly converted for more modern necessities, such as a twin bed, wardrobe, dresser, desk, and nightstand; though other than furniture the room is bare. No natural electricity exists in the room either, but outlets have been sorta 'piped in' via extension cables from where small holes have been drilled in the walls. There is a small window in the room, about the size of his head, that currently allows light; but without any lamps the room will get very dark at night. "Students usually bring their own stuff to personalize their rooms." She adds as she lets Keith enter the room. It's a bit musty, obviously not having been used a lot. "More modern rooms are usually available, but as you are starting after the school year those are already filled, so latecomers usually have to make due with the older rooms until something opens up."

Keith looks around at the furniture to see what quality they are at least, "Yeah, well... I don't have anything. Even the clothes on my back are owned by someone else..." his tone sour but resigned. He looks back at the headmistress and asks, "So what now? Am I under lock and key until you can drug me and mess with my brain?"

Miss Nightfang says, "Like any student you are free to wander the campus, but not leave unless it is approved by me. Say whatever you want, but I still need to know where everyone is at any given time. I am generally very open with allowing students to go where they want, so long as it doesn't interfere with their classes, which means most off campus time is usually on the weekends, though the evenings does allow some possibilities as well but only for non-freshmen." She comments and then adds "Today you have to yourself, as I've not made a class schedule for you yet. It also gives you time to get used to things around here."

Keith frowns and sits down on the bed, "Right... great. How do I go about getting new clothes?"

Miss Nightfang says, "This weekend I will take you shopping, till then I'll provide you a few sets of clothes to wear. Stuff left behind by previous students. It's all be washed and taken care of. You aren't the first I've taken in that's had limited options, so I always try to keep some things available for when they are needed."

Keith nods his head, and then states bluntly, "I don't want to be a girl. I looked up the school on a 'borrowed' phone when I heard the judge was sending me here... Almost 60% of the students who start here are guys, but your graduating classes are 90% girls... with the same number of students. I don't know what fucked up experiment you are running here, but I don't want to be part of it, got it?"

"That will be determined by your own choices here, both good and bad." She states as she walks closer. "I don't do experiments, I punish and reward. Whether that involves a physical change you want or don't want." She says and with a flourished wave of her hand Keith is suddenly 'blessed' with a pair of DD breasts, ridiculous but real, He can feel their weight, every movement, The boy lets out a surprised yelp at his chest suddenly growing two huge tits, three of the buttons of his shirt snapping off and zinging into the room, though just as quickly she dismisses them leaving his shirt untucked and ruffled when those heavy orbs vanish.

"Or even mental..." Her eyes flash and suddenly without realizing it Keith is dancing to a song only he can hear in his head until those eyes flash again and it stops. As the music stops Keith is gritting his teeth and grimacing at Miss Nightfang.

"IS entirely up to you. Some are here because they are confused about who they are, because the world outside tells them to be something and they don't feel like it's right. Here, they are free to explore and be themselves, whoever that is. I will help them learn. On the other hand, there are the selfish, sexist, speciesist, violent assholes, that simply need to learn what it's like to be on the other end of life. A Crash course in a completely different lifestyle can be remarkably eye opening, some end up liking some of what happens, others will change back and have a new respect for others... and others... sometimes need more heavy handed approaches." She states as she looks the boy in the eyes.

"Don't want to be a girl? Then don't act like one or don't be a sexist asshole." Miss Nightfang says before turning away. "You'll think whatever you want, but I generally prefer the students to learn without my intervention. So no, I don't drug anyone, I don't brainwash anyone, despite my abilities." Some could argue that, but for the bat there was a difference between inserting hypnotic commands or triggers and completely rewriting elements about who a person was. "My lessons and punishments have end points, though sometimes they depend on how quickly the student learns. I have rules for how I use my powers, and maybe if you learn them you'll have an easier time here."

To say that Keith was surprised by the two displays of power is... an understatement; Still, he can't resist one last jab, like so many dogs, always having to have the last word, "Like your daughter Harmony had an easy time here?"

"She would have, had it not been for a violent juvenile asshole like yourself." Miss Nightfang states coldly, stopping where she stands, not even turning to look at the boy as he makes that jab. "I am willing to be 'nice' to you, in that I will treat no no worse than any other student. But first a warning: Stay away from my other daughter, Rhapsody." She doesn't say why, she just leaves it at that. "And second;" A snap of her fingers and Keith finds he can no longer open his mouth... in fact if he were to look in a mirror he would realize he no longer have a mouth at all. "Since you decided you HAD to mouth off, well... No mouth for you for the rest of the day. At the stroke of midnight it will return. Have fun with that." She grins before leaving.

Keith paws at his face as he realizes that he can't open his mouth, and then glares daggers at the doorway the headmistress leaves through as she just leaves him like that. Keith spends a few minutes in his room, sullenly and silently going over what's there. Keith would groan if he could as he realizes just how sparse his room was, instead letting out a sighing breath through his nostrils and then opens the door to his room. He makes note of the number so he can find his way back before he goes off in search of something to do. He didn't exactly get a tour, so he first tries to find a bathroom.

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It doesn't take long for Keith to locate the nearest restroom as there are signs hanging on the walls that point out the general direction of where places are. There was a large restroom in the boy's dorm hallway, part of the newer area of the school; of which there is a pretty marked difference. While it's obvious that the architects did their best to match the main building, the designs don't fully mesh if one pays close attention; though even more then that is that the newer parts have more modern sensibility and actual light fixtures and outlets built into the designs rather than around them where they were obviously added in later like in his room.

Keith stops by the bathroom, which like the halls are currently empty due to classes being in session currently. He steps up to a urinal and does his business, after which he washes his hands, deciding to look for a rec room or computer room next. Looking around Keith notices that signs point to both a Student Lounge and a Computer lab, which are in opposite directions. He would frown if he had lips, and with a nasally sigh, he He guesses that the computer lab is probably used with classes, so he starts for the lounge first.

The Student's lounge is in the newer area of the school, and is a large open room. Near the back is a large flat screen TV, that has shelves under it with the past two generations of game systems, and a library of games and movies, a large couch and several recliner as in a semi-circle around it. Over in one corner is several bookshelves and some arm chairs, obvious for comfortable reading while still being in a somewhat sociable mood, those that would want real privacy would likely read in their rooms or the library. Another corner has a billiards table and dartboard. But Keith is in luck, as the room does have a couple of computers in one of the other corners. Though there are a few students in the room, most of them looking like upperclassmen as they probably have a free period instead of skipping class.

Keith takes a moment to size up the other students, In the reading corner is an androgynous equine, with mane dyed in various colors as if the owner couldn't pick one, and dressed in blue and white shirt and pink skirt. Watching some action movie was a wolf that looked like the typical jock, while looking over the games was an otter girl, her hair was dyed in layers, darker blue near the roots that gradually got lighter to the paint of white at the tips, looking almost like the ocean itself. She wore a jean vest the looks like it used to be a jacket and had the arms cut off by an in-experienced tailor. White shirt under it with a shell that looks sorta like a skull, black mini-skirt, navy stocking and black army boots.

He shakes his head faintly and heads for one of the computers in the corner. As he is reaching down to turn it on so he can check for an internet connection a voice speaks up. "I wouldn't bother with them, they're just gaming rigs." The otter says as she walks over. "LAN only." It seems she noticed you as you entered.

Keith glances at the otter as she walks over, taking in her stride, and like a guy, sizing up her figure. He would say something, but... he can't talk, so instead he brings up whatever typing or notepad program he finds first on the computer and types, 'Got a cell phone?'

The otter as a bit on the tall side, not quite lanky, but not quite curvy either, breasts seems to be only hinted at under the loose shirt. She smirks and scoffs softly. "Ah, I see you must have been mouthing off. Miss Nightfang likes her 'ironic' punishments." She says as she notices your lack of mouth now that she's up closer. "Not on me at the moment, stupid teach took it for sexting in class. Not like his lecture was worth listening too anyway. Regardless, I gotta wait till the end of the day to get it back from the fucker."

Keith makes an exhaled snort through his nostrils at that, raising one brow as he types, 'Sexting? Nice.' then after a moment he types, 'I'm Keith.'

"Zoey." She replies. "So what'd ya say to lose the use of your mouth?"

Keith doesn't type anything for a moment, pondering, and then he types, 'That depends, were you born a girl?'

Zoey blinks for a moment and then laughs "Going on about something like that? Surprised you didn't lose something else." She replies, but doesn't answer your question.

'I mentioned how most boys who go here graduate as girls. She said this place was safe. I mentioned her daughter.' Keith types.

Zoey blinks and then smacks you on the back of your head. "Idiot!" She huffs and shakes her head. "There are certain things you don't bring up. I know how it is to want to rebel against authority, but dude you gotta be smart about it. There are battles you simple can't win, fighting those battles are NEVER worth it, losing them don't make your a martyr or whatever; they make you an idiot."

Keith's eyes wince at the slap to the back of his head and he rubs the back of his head as he rolls his eyes, then he types, 'Yeah, yeah... so what are you in for?'

"Step-Dad is a cop, he got tired of my attitude and thought this place might straighten me out." She states with an annoyed shrug.

Keith gives another laughing snort at that, shaking his head side to side before he types, 'Is it working? :)'

"I don't think there is anyone here that doesn't change some over their course here, so I suppose it might be working some. Still not a model student or anything though." She says with a shrug. "Some people are just born hellraisers, and you can't change that." She says with a bark of laughter.

Keith nods his head and gives a thumbs up. He briefly peruses what games are on the computer, noticing that the computer seems to have a wide variety of games on it mostly a lot of stuff that would involve co-op play, before typing out, 'You never answered if you were born a girl or not.'

Zoey laughs and puts her boot up on the desk, letting Keith see that she wears no panties and definitely has a vagina. "Does it really matter either way? Either ya got the compatible goods, or ya don't. I don't really care as most people still have their tongues. Well cept for you." She smirks.

Keith can't help it; he glances sidelong expecting to see panties, and when he doesn't his head turns to take it in, in full, and which also allows the otter her own full view of the growing bulge in his slacks as the sight of her bare slit gets a rise out of him. 'Fair nuff' he types, and then adds, 'I might still have a tongue, not sure...'

Zoey smirks softly as the boy's reaction, the exact outcome she expected from her display. "Doesn't matter if you do or not, if you can't use it, it might as well be non-existent." She says and lowers her leg, ending the pup's peep show.

Keith nods his head at that, leaning back in the chair again, before typing, 'Hot cunt, BTW. And the rest of you is pretty hot too' giving a wink at her after that.

The otter giggles with a slight huff. "Yeah, figure I might as well have my best features on display." She smirks. "I enjoy the look on people's faces when they got to stop whatever they're doing just to make sure they seen what they thought they did. Surprised how many teachers even fall for it. At least it leads to less boring lectures..." She smirks.

Keith nods, then types, 'G/B/S?' gay, bi or straight. He cocks a brow as he waits for the answer.

"Heh, I guess you could say I'm Bi; since as long as I like you, I'm likely to lead you back to my bed; though I tend to do so more with other girls; I do enjoy a nice pair of tits. But guys still have a shot as well, so long as they don't get forceful and are willing to follow my desires." She re

Keith nods his head, typing, 'I'd be grinning if I had a mouth. So, what's there to do around here that is /actually/ fun?'

"Depends on what you consider to be fun, They do have some decent parties here in the lounge with movies and snacks and stuff. There are quite a few places around campus that aren't annoying either. There is also sex. Seriously, there is a shit load of sex. If there is one thing this place is open about, its about sex. While fucking in public rooms is discouraged, it still happens from time to time with no repercussions. No smack downs for being affectionate in public or anything. So long as you're respectful, no one really cares if your hormones run wild. Seriously, avoid calling people sluts or whores or such." She says with a shudder. "Beyond that... well.. I suppose then we get to what you're actually looking for." She grins. "You want the 'Sub-lounge'."

Keith looks... skeptical about her talk about all the sex, unable to imagine that a place could be like that. But he nods slowly, taking it in without saying anything against it. He then types, 'What's the sub-lounge?'

"It goes by different names," Zoey replies. "but it's a semi-secret private place. No one knows who found it or established it as secret lounge, but it's the one place on campus where you don't have to worry about rules. Some call it 'The Quill' nowadays since the guy that tends to keep it running currently is a hedgehog. It's only open at night though."

Keith nods his head again and types, 'I don't have a mouth until midnight anyway.'

"Yeah, I suppose you're gonna be a bit on the boring side till then anyway." Zoey smirks with a chuckle.

'The quiet side at the very least.' Keith replies in text and then types out his room number for the girl.

Zoey nods and takes note of the room number. "So, then should I pick you up at midnight? Should I wear something special for this little date?" She grins teasingly.

Keith shrugs, typing, 'Special is good. I'll be wearing this. Only clothes I have... stupid shirt still has that bastard's nut blood all over it too...'

"I could let you borrow a few things... but I dunno if you wanna be seen wearing clothes that belong to a girl. After all you look like you wanna protect your concept of masculinity." Zoey says with a smirk, Her mind not fully registering the bit about the blood's source.

Keith shakes his head, 'Only into girl clothes on girls.'

"Your loss, not like I wear any of that girly-girl shirt anyway. Might have found something you liked, better than relying on the lost and found." Zoey says with a shrug. and then stretches. "I need to get going. Try not to get into any more trouble before tonight." She says and flicks your ear. "I'd hate it if I came by and your were suddenly a mouse girl or something... or maybe I might like you more... who knows." She grins and flicks your ear.

Keith nods and types back, 'See you later, Zoey.' then twitches at the ear flick, rolling his eyes at that parting comment, getting up shortly after she leaves and heads back to his room, as there doesn't seem like there is much for him to do til then.