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It was a peaceful summer morning in Vale. The residential district was kind of flooded with people getting to work, but it wasn't hectic at all. In the commercial district, the merchants were setting up their stores to welcome any customers from within and outside the city. The people in the agricultural district were already up and about for some time, eager to support the capital and its surrounding regions with fruit and vegetables. The rather large port area was about to awaken gradually, since the first large cargo vessels were not expected before noon, to trade goods with the other kingdoms.
All the peace and quiet of the city itself seemed to affect Vale's advanced school for Huntsmen and Huntresses, Beacon Academy, as well. The whole campus was immersed in a comfortable silence. Not a single soul was out in the courtyard, its paths void of any person. Void of any person were also the hallways inside of the academy's main buildings, where the classrooms and sparring grounds were located. The Huntsmen- and Huntresses-in-training were all either on some kind of mission or, most likely, in their respective classrooms to receive knowledge from their professors in order to become the best of the best in protecting Remnant's population and slaying the creatures of Grimm – or at least pretending to pay attention in the... more boring lectures.
Well, all students besides one person in particular...
'No, no, no, no, no, no, no...'
Weiss hurried through the hallways of Beacon Academy, obviously agitated by something. Fortunately for her, the corridors were empty; after all, it was early in the day and almost all students were in some kind of class. Just as she had to be, but an emergency had occurred and therefore she was forced to leave the lecture.
'Not again, not again, not again...'
The heiress wasn't herself anymore. The rational and emotionless Ice Queen, as she was infamously addressed, was long gone. All that was left was a vulnerable girl, terrified someone would find her in the state she was currently in. And that didn't refer to her emotional condition...
Weiss realized it was too risky to make it back to the dorms in her current state, so she entered one of the bathrooms in the main building of the academy. She checked every stall carefully only to find nobody inside. 'It seems my luck may be returning...', the heiress thought bitterly as she entered one of the stalls and locked the door. She had to make sure no one ever discovered her abnormality.
As she lifted her skirt the hated malformation immediately came into sight: a huge penis was straining her panties. At least it had no testicles, otherwise, it would be impossible to wear girl's underwear, and Weiss considered herself a girl. Underneath the cock, she still had what was required to be one, and the rest of her figure also left no doubt about her being anything else: A perfectly feminine body, only tainted by her dirty little secret.
Well... To be honest, Weiss' secret was anything but little. The last time the heiress had measured it (although she didn't know why she wanted this information), it was almost a foot long and roughly two inches wide; and that had been about two years ago! She had no idea how big it was now but she didn't want to know anymore. Her entire life this abhorrent organ had caused her nothing but problems. And it wasn't even her fault she got it in the first place...
The Atlesian society was extremely patriarchic. The concept of gender equality couldn't gain a foothold in the most northern continent of Remnant and women in leading positions were hardly respected at all, whether it was in politics, in the military or in the economy. Especially large family-owned companies were in need of a male heir to continue their long-held legacy. Companies like the Schnee Dust Company...
Jacques Schnee was very aware of this fact, yet fate seemed to work against him. His firstborn child was a girl and to bequeath the company to her was ineligible. Much to his dismay, he needed a few years to persuade his wife to try again but finally succeeded. Still, he didn't get a proper heir again as his second child turned out to be a girl as well. The CEO of the SDC was growing impatient and was not willing to produce any more children just to maybe get a boy to continue the Schnee legacy. Right after Weiss was born he came to the conclusion that there had to be another way. And he found one, as drastic times called for drastic measures.
There was some kind of experimental Dust, which was accredited to have extraordinary effects. It was a byproduct of questionable and unsuccessful medical research, yet it seemed to have the power to alter the physique and even the gender of a person. The CEO didn't waste any time and assigned his best scientists and physicians to recreate this Dust. By now, Winter was probably too old to be treated without undesirable side effects, so it was Weiss who had to play guinea pig; not even a few months old and already infused with an experimental and highly dangerous substance.
After a couple of weeks, the results were clear: the Dust had changed Weiss' physique a bit, but it couldn't alter her gender completely. The only hint that at least something went in the right direction was the fact that the little girl now had a little penis, located right above her lady parts, but nothing else. Weiss' father demanded to continue the treatment, but his scientists told him it would be way too dangerous. Some of them even quitted their jobs after the realization that they had scarred an innocent, little child for her life with this failed experiment.
The CEO soon came to the conclusion that it was futile to cling to his plan, so he let his daughter grow up without any further attempts to change her. In the hope that the treatment would bring some delayed success, he made Weiss the heiress of the company instead of Winter but honestly didn't believe that happening either. He felt like he was met with utter defeat (something he had never faced before) and invested his time and energy in his company rather than in his, in his opinion, disappointing family.
But then, finally, the gods seemed to favor him again. Totally by accident, his wife got pregnant a few years later and this time Jacques Schnee got a male successor, someone to whom he could bequeath the company without any risks. He promised himself he wouldn't make any mistakes this time, so he used his every bit of energy to make sure his third child, Whitley Schnee, would become the perfect being to take over the company someday. No son, no heir, but preferably a younger copy of himself, so the very essence of his character could run the SDC again, long after his physical entity was counting worms.
Therefore, the very little residual interest in Weiss was swept away completely. He didn't need her anymore, no matter how successful any delayed effects of her treatment would be. For now, she would officially stay the heiress of the company, but as soon as she was close to inheriting it, Jacques would change his mind. One mistake on his daughter's side or an event that would prove her unfit for the position and the CEO would put Whitley in her spot. He even wouldn't be the bad guy that way, as it was all for the company's sake. And Jacques knew that the mistake he hoped for would happen eventually; if not by itself, then with a little aiding and abetting.
At first, Weiss had tried to gain her father's attention again by showing him that she could be the perfect heir despite the fact she was a girl... well, mostly a girl. She aced everything she did, whether it was something school-related or extracurricular. She HAD to ace everything in order to show her father that she was no failure, that she was a child he could be proud of... a child worth to be loved or at least accepted by him.
But Weiss soon came to realize that her efforts were as futile as her father's experiments on her. He would never show any interest in her, her very being only a reminder of one of the biggest defeats he had to accept in his life. Still, a small part of her clung to the thought of him appreciating her someday. After all, she still was the heiress and not her younger brother, so there had to be something he saw in her, she thought. Therefore, Weiss continued to try to be perfect: a well-mannered, disciplined and obedient student and daughter in every way. It wasn't for long and this behavior became almost some sort of mental disorder and whenever she didn't live up to being immaculate (despite her father didn't care) the heiress felt like she was a worthless being, incapable of doing anything right.
And to cap that, there was also the certainty that she was a genetic malformation...
Her life was a living nightmare because of all this. As she grew up she soon became aware of the fact that she was different, in a way nobody should be. She was told to never reveal her secret, as it was called, to anyone, and she started to isolate herself, slowly becoming the person everyone at Beacon now knew as the Ice Queen. The heiress was sure if she would let anyone climb over the solid ice walls she had built around her heart over the past eighteen years, and that person would find out, her life was over.
That her secret was also bothering her from time to time wasn't helping at all. The first time it happened was when she was about eleven or twelve years old, Weiss remembered. Fortunately, she soon figured out how to deal with the problem. She hated herself for playing with this, in her opinion, disgusting thing and even more that it felt good doing so, but it was the only way to calm it down when it got erect. Until about a year ago that didn't happen very often (still often enough to annoy her), but ever since she was attending Beacon Academy it had gotten worse, especially over the last few months. Yet, the heiress had no idea why.
'Maybe some kind of miscreation-puberty I'm going through right now...', she thought bitterly as she freed her erection and gave it a stroke that sent shivers down her spine. So that was what she had become: Weiss Schnee, of which everyone thought she was noble and sophisticated, was hiding in an empty bathroom stall masturbating, on top of that with an organ that didn't belong to a normal female form. Every fiber of her body was burning with shame as she did so, but, as said, it was the only way to get rid of her hated erection as soon as possible.
As usual, she started wondering why the mismatched organ acted up this often since she was attending Beacon. Was it due to the unfamiliar environment, which caused her stress and sometimes anxiety? Was it, as she assumed earlier, just a phase her anomalous body had to go through at some point? Was it because of the people she met or had met? And why did it happen this time...
(Earlier this day...)
The members of team RWBY sat in the very last row of the lecture hall, since they arrived almost late, thanks to their fearless but disorganized leader. Ruby had failed to read their schedule correctly again and she had been reassuring everyone that they still had a lot of time before they had to leave for class. Needless to say, they didn't. Fortunately, the mistake had been realized five minutes before their first lecture started, so the four girls got there just before Professor Port began his teaching slash self-adulation. The whole scenario would've reminded team RWBY of their first day of classes after initiation, if only it hadn't happened quite a few times afterwards. Why Ruby was still in charge of the team's schedule was unclear.
Despite the adrenaline rush from almost being late and making a sprint across the whole campus to the main facilities, the first ten minutes of class were enough to drain their will to stay awake completely. Five minutes later, Yang was fast asleep, and Blake, despite being an attentive student otherwise, was soon to follow. Ruby tenaciously tried to stay awake to be a good example as a team leader (and to make up for messing up again), but that was harder than she had thought in the first place. Weiss, however, was as disciplined as always, following Port's story vigilantly and taking notes whenever there was any kind of information basic enough to be useful sometime.
"Please make him stop...", Ruby whined through clenched teeth.
Her head rested on her hand and was tilted to the side, while her eyes struggled to stay open.
"...or put me out of my misery.", she continued, still quiet enough for only Weiss to hear.
"As appealing as this offer might appear, unfortunately, I have to decline.", the heiress whispered, annoyed by the sudden interruption of her concentration. She wasn't one for chatting in class, never had been, even if it was as boring as this one.
"In case you didn't notice, I'm trying to focus here.", the white-haired girl continued, not even looking up from her notepad, "So could you please limit this distracting chit-chat to a minimum?"
"Oh, look at me. I'm Weiss. I'm such a good student. I would never admit that death is a much more favorable option than enduring Professors Port's lecture.", Ruby mocked her teammate playfully but gave her a small grin just to reassure she was only joking. Since the heiress tended to mistake a joke for an insult, the crimson-haired girl knew it was best to make sure she didn't mean any harm by this little teasing.
"Stop it, dunce. You never know if something he says between his self-praising tales may save your life in a hazardous situation.", Weiss explained quietly and added a little angry, "And I don't sound like that!"
"Aww... come on.", Ruby giggled, "I'm just messing with you."
The heiress wanted to respond something but then she felt a slender arm wrapping itself around her waist. Not a second later the crimson-haired girl pulled her in for a hug. It wasn't that unusual for this to happen but this time it caught Weiss completely off guard. She froze immediately as she felt her blood rise to her cheeks at the touch of the younger girl. She couldn't do anything but notice once more how pleasantly warm and soft Ruby's body was.
The crimsonette rested her head on Weiss' shoulder and pulled her a little bit closer. A strange feeling started to appear in the heiress' chest, strangely pleasant and a little frightening at the same time. Did she... enjoy this?
'No way!', Weiss told herself inwardly but it was more like she was trying to convince herself. The lovely scent of roses filled her nose... which was odd since Ruby's currently used shampoo was strawberry-scented.
'And why the hell do I know this in the first place?!', the heiress thought irritated.
"H-hey! D-don't do that, you dolt!", she stammered quietly and pushed Ruby away. The warmth of her team leader disappeared, however, the strange feeling didn't.
"Oh... sorry.", Ruby said with a sheepish smile and looked down at her feet. 'Wait... is she... also blushing?', the heiress thought confused. A shiver went down her spine as she noticed a tingling sensation between her legs.
'Oh no...'
That was bad. Really, really bad. Why did this have to happen now, in the middle of class, with no options of retreat?
'Calm down, Weiss.', the heiress tried to soothe herself, 'You're better than this. You're not getting an erection right now. In class. Next to...'
Yet, a specific part of her had to disagree. The white-haired girl felt her blood starting to rush down her body and she knew it was too late to stop this process by simple willpower. Soon, her ridiculously large endowment would be noticed – and that mustn't happen.
As fast as she could, Weiss snatched her papers and crammed them into her briefcase. "Well... I-I have to... I don't feel... umm...", she stammered and stood up. Watching out that she kept her briefcase in front of her crotch, she stormed out of the lecture hall.
'No, no, no, no, no, no, no...'