Time passes, and the girls kept busy hardly notice, until one day their teacher actually smiles at them when they arrive at their classroom. Ricki, who had still occcasionally thought of escaping, was kept busy trying to keep up with natural talents of her friends. The instructer smirks down at her students, who have blossomed into elegant young women. No visible trace of the uncouth young men whom they used to be remains.
"Ladies, ladies," she claps to attract their attention. "Today is a day that I'm sure you've both dreaded, and anticipated. You are now ready to graduate from my classroom." The ladies look at each other nervously, are they finally to meet the young men that they have been trained for? With one last wicked smile, she bows, and then walks quickly out of the room.
Alone with each other, the girls glance at each other nervously. Ricki can't help but feel guilty of annoyance that her friends are now even better looking than she. Both Jenny and Brandy have grown into the curves of young womanhood, enhanced of course by their bustiers, and bustles. Ricki can't help but wish that her milky breasts, and pale nipples where as attractive. Their maids arrive and lead them to large room, where an old man in dark suit awaits them.
He smiles oddly, and with a quiet cackle suggests, "Sit ladies, sit. I'm sure that your all eager to meet your bethrothed..."
As they sit, all of the girls vaguely recognize the creepy gentleman as their father. They've been at home the whole time?
He knocks a large hairy knuckle on the table, and a side door opens up and three young men enter. They each stand behind one of the girl's chairs, almost as they are afriad that they will vanish if not watched. "As you can see, I've fuffilled my side of the bargain. Three young virgins, unspoiled by association with the hoi paloi of humanity."
"Then lets us be done with the ceremony!", growls the young man behind Brandy.
"Certainly, gentelmen," He opens a desk drawer and pulls out three small boxes. He tosses one to each of the lurking men, who then open them and pull forth simple golden bands. They each move around in front of the young women, who then feel compeled to lift their left hands. As the rings are pushed onto their fingers...
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