Things about ballet schools

Main text [Things about ballet school] (1)

Let

me tell you about some things I learned during my time at ballet school.

My school is located in a large coastal city in the south. The school adheres to an elite education model and is

in line with international standards. There are not many students, always around three.

The school's hardware and software are exceptionally good. They are built according to the standards of a world-class ballet academy. Therefore, the tuition fee is quite high

every year , and ordinary families really can't afford it.

Moreover, the admission requirements are particularly strict. Generally, people with poor physical conditions are not accepted.

The ballet selection criteria are called: "Three longs, one small, one tall, and two twelves are very important; flexibility, instep height, and knee size are given by

parents , and lightness, agility, and height are taught by teachers."

Three longs: long arms, long legs, and long neck; one small: small head; one tall: high instep; two twelves: the lower limbs are

at least 2 cm longer than the upper body; the length of the arms plus the shoulder width is more than 2 cm longer than the height.

Flexibility, instep height, and knee size are all issues that are

highly and not easily changed later in life.

Lightness, agility, and height are the quality of the movements and the performance effect that are trained by teachers later in life. Especially

for girls, who are in their puberty and whose lower limbs are generally 5 to 8 centimeters longer than their upper limbs , the growth rate of the lower limbs is less than that of the upper body, and the length difference between the lower limbs and the upper body will decrease as they develop. Also, good instep is important. If you are naturally flat-footed, it's not impossible to learn ballet, but you will have to put in several times more effort than those with better physical attributes, and the school will not accept you. Additionally, the lower and upper limbs should naturally have a certain degree of outward turn. This makes the movements appear graceful and elegant. Finally, you must be tall and thin. Even if your proportions meet the 2-centimeter standard, if you are too short, it won't work. I enrolled in school with my twin sister after finishing junior high school. My parents were both fitness instructors; my father was a bodybuilder, and my mother was a professional yoga teacher who had won international awards and was quite well-known. After several years of hard work, my parents opened their own fitness center, which was quite successful. My sister and I were influenced by them from a young age ; my sister practiced yoga with my mother, and I practiced bodybuilding with my father. However, I resemble my mother more; I'm refined, handsome, and have a reserved demeanor, lacking the typical muscular , muscular look. Because I'd been bodybuilding with my father since childhood, at only fifteen or sixteen, my muscles were exaggerated for my age, quite incongruous with my appearance and temperament. My mother worried that if I continued, I'd develop "deformed" muscles, which she thought would be terrifying. So , she decided to have my sister and me learn ballet, saying it would help me cultivate a more reserved demeanor and perhaps even develop an elegant, aristocratic air. At the time, I didn't really understand, but it sounded very sophisticated. Perhaps due to good genes from our parents, my sister and I were easily selected by the school. Actually, I wasn't really keen on learning ballet; I felt it was a . But as the eldest child, my mother's decision wasn't something I could disobey, especially since she kept trying to convince me about developing an aristocratic air. This school is a four-year program with a fully enclosed management system; students are only allowed to come home once a month. My sister and I were immediately assigned to the same class after enrollment. I inquired and found out that each class has about twenty students, and there are three classes in total. New students spend their first year in a separate teaching building, supposedly to help them adapt to the environment. Each class has two teachers: a homeroom teacher who teaches dance, and an assistant teacher who focuses on physical training. Our class met in a spacious and bright dance studio. The studio was large, with a simple yet stylish, international feel. The walls were adorned with many world-famous paintings, and the training equipment was very complete . I counted, and there were twenty-three students in the class, only five of whom were boys, mostly around fifteen or sixteen years old. One of the two teachers was a young woman in her late twenties named Jiang Xuehui, who was plump and had fair skin; the other was the assistant teacher, Lin Meiyu, who was twenty-two or twenty-three years old. She was slender and graceful, like a little swan in motion. Generally, freshmen entering this school are those with outstanding natural talent and some dance background. Everyone first introduces themselves, mentioning their dance backgrounds, strengths, and special skills. I was the first one like myself, having trained in bodybuilding since childhood. Under the curious gazes of the teachers and classmates, I was quite nervous. Especially since most of the people present were girls, all very beautiful; I had never experienced anything like it before. The other boys weren't much better looking than me either. I noticed that most of them were quite handsome, generally with delicate features—though I admit I was far from being as striking as them (anyway, bragging isn't illegal). However, they all had a certain effeminate quality, a stark contrast to the rugged masculinity I was used to from bodybuilding . While I am naturally reserved, I am definitely not this kind of effeminate. Besides, I'm a bodybuilder; I possess a quiet, understated masculine beauty, much like an oil painting, which made me feel somewhat out of place with them. I was terrified that after training, I'd end up like them, and people would laugh at me! This cast a shadow over my mind; I didn't know if coming to learn ballet was the right decision! Teacher Jiang Xuehui first explained the school's rules and regulations, as well as the course schedule. Apparently, it wasn't just ballet; Latin dance, modern dance, and folk dance were also included. I listened attentively and noticed that most of the daily classes were dance training, with few academic subjects, and none of the math and science I hated. There were only a few humanities courses, such as dance theory, music, performance, makeup, poetry recitation, English, and Russian. Then, teaching assistant Lin Meiyu began distributing the professional costumes and other items that had been custom-made for each student upon enrollment. I had never been exposed to ballet before. Looking at the pile of clothes that seemed to be for women—white and flesh- colored pantyhose, stockings, tight-fitting stockings—and several stacks of what looked like children's bodysuits, especially the pairs of white, black, yellow, pink, and red dance shoes, my lips twitched.

Ms. Lin began explaining the uses of the clothes, dance shoes, and other items, as well as the correct way to wear them. She required everyone to wear pantyhose or stockings at

school , and not to wear underwear underneath. Both boys and girls were required to shave

their pubic hair. She also picked up a tube of something covered in foreign language, explaining that it was shaving cream

and a special electric shaving razor, and explained how to use them.

Ms. Lin spoke very seriously, but I felt quite awkward listening to her; sometimes our eyes met, and

some girls even blushed.

Finally, Ms. Jiang summarized the discussion, pointing to a set of items distributed to the boys and girls respectively:

white and white bodysuits for girls, along with white dance shoes. She instructed everyone to wear

these styles and colors to class the next day, and then class ended.

The school dormitory building was elegantly decorated, with many oil paintings related to ballet hanging in the corridors,

exuding an artistic atmosphere. We first-year students were all on the same floor, two people to a room, with

a private bathroom and shower, all fully equipped.

I first helped my sister carry her things to the dorm; her room was diagonally opposite mine.

My roommate, Cheng Lin, was pretty with delicate features and fair skin. She wasn't just handsome,

she was beautiful, almost like a girl.

To be honest, I'm quite handsome myself, but I couldn't help feeling a little

jealous .

He said he had a background in ballet, but I didn't know how he trained. He spoke in a soft, effeminate voice,

which I found incredibly irritating, and I didn't really want to talk to him. I simply picked up the things that had been distributed and examined them one by one. For example, I studied

the shaving tool for a while, quite curious. I then opened the packaging and took out the white pantyhose that the teacher had specified. It felt very light and silky; it was some kind of silk material, thin, smooth, soft, and extremely elastic—it looked very high-end. I took off all my clothes and, with considerable effort, managed to pull the pantyhose up to my waist and put them on. They felt very tight when I put them on , especially around the lower body where the pantyhose was tightly wrapped. The sensation was like a cool breeze blowing across my crotch on a hot day—a pleasant, refreshing feeling. Hmm, not bad. However, the pantyhose was really tight, and my lower body felt very uncomfortable. I don't know if it was because they were too slippery, but the pantyhose kept slipping down on its own. I walked around the room a few times to get used to it, but it was still just "tight"! I had to keep pulling the pantyhose up around my lower body to loosen it. I picked up the white dance shoes again and looked at them. They seemed similar to ordinary soft-soled shoes, except the toe was hard. They felt a bit tight on my feet, like they were a size too small. I walked around a bit to try them on, and they were very light, comfortable, and breathable—it felt like I wasn't wearing shoes at all! While I was trying them on, my roommate kept glancing at me. When she noticed me looking at her, she immediately lowered her head shyly, her fair neck peeking out from under her oversized t-shirt turning red. What's even more amusing is that he was huddled in a corner of his bed, his knees curled up behind his arms, looking like I was going to do something to him. "I'm really annoyed by his appearance!" I thought to myself, lamenting my bad luck in having such a roommate. Out of sight, out of mind, I took off my dance shoes and went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror , and oh my god! The shape of my genitals was clearly exposed, a huge, unsightly bulge. And those pantyhose were definitely too thin; upon closer inspection, it was practically like I wasn't wearing any! A small tuft of dark hair above my genitals was very noticeable in the mirror! No wonder the teacher made us shave it off; it really wasn't aesthetically pleasing. Speechless, I laboriously pulled off the pantyhose, crumpling it into a ball in my hand. The silky smooth texture was quite nice . I thought to myself, it's the middle of summer, thirty or forty degrees Celsius outside; I couldn't possibly wear thick clothes, or I'd get sick ! "But this is way too thin!" I was incredibly annoyed. I tossed the pantyhose onto a hanger, thinking of asking Cheng Lin if they wore these when they practiced ballet. But remembering Cheng Lin's effeminate manner, I immediately lost interest. I simply turned on the shower and took a long, refreshing cold shower, feeling completely invigorated. I took my phone to the bathroom and called my sister to check on her. She told me I had to follow the teacher's instructions. Apparently, her roommate Yang Lili's mother was a choreographer at the school. She said the school was very strict; you had to do exactly what the teacher said, or you'd suffer if you didn't. "Suffer!" I wondered to myself after hanging up, but ultimately decided to follow the teacher's instructions. After all, I was a good student! I then carefully took the electric razor and meticulously shaved all . Looking in the mirror, my pubic area looked like a completely bald chicken! It was so ugly! "This damn ballet!" I cursed inwardly. Main text [Things about ballet school] (2) The second day was the first day of formal classes for us freshmen. In the morning, we ate a small bottle of milk and a few slices of bread for breakfast. The school does not have a public canteen, and meals are delivered by a special person. Because ballet requires strict weight control, it is better for boys, but girls are especially strict. The physical education assistant teacher of each class will keep track of each student's weight, waist circumference, hip circumference, thigh circumference, etc., and provide different diets based on these. It can be said to be a typical elite education service, otherwise, why would they charge such expensive tuition fees? After eating, I hesitated for a moment and was too embarrassed to go out directly wearing those pantyhose, so I put on a pair of sports pants and a t-shirt. As for my roommate, when he saw me looking at him, he would blush and turn red at the slightest provocation, which I couldn't stand. I called my sister and asked her to leave early together, and then I left the dormitory without caring what he was wearing. My sister and I are indeed twins, we're on the same wavelength. I waited for a while downstairs at the dormitory building, and I saw that she was also wearing a t-shirt and pants, but not tights. I chuckled and said, "Sis, why aren't you wearing tights? Aren't you supposed to listen to the teacher?" "Go away! You're wearing them underneath too!" My sister's fair face flushed slightly, looking a little embarrassed. My sister and I have a very good relationship, and I like to tease my quiet and gentle sister whenever I have free time.

"Yuting, Yuze." Before I could speak, I heard a pleasant voice calling us.

My sister and I looked up and saw it was my sister's roommate, Yang Lili, who had come downstairs early as well.

I often visited my sister's dorm when we entered the school, and that's how I got to know this classmate. She

had a naturally smiling face, always showing her white teeth when she smiled, and she also had two small dimples on her face. She was a very

cheerful and pretty girl.

Seeing that she was also wearing trousers and a short-sleeved shirt, I teased her, "Why don't you listen to the teacher? Who

said that not wearing pantyhose would cause trouble? Be careful, or I'll tell your mom, and see what kind of trouble she'll give you!"

"Hmph!" Yang Lili looked disdainful, suddenly ran up to me, reached out and pulled up my trouser leg,

revealing the pantyhose underneath, and laughed, "Aren't you wearing them inside too? What are you afraid of, you're a big boy? If you're so capable, don't wear

trousers outside!"

"Fine!" This little girl was no pushover; she immediately gave me a sharp retort.

I wasn't falling for her act. I tried to tug at her pant leg to see if she was wearing anything underneath, but she was prepared .

She jumped aside, giggling, "I knew you'd copy me!"

"Where do you think you're hiding!" I started chasing her, and we ran towards the teaching building, playfully bickering.

My gentle older sister watched us two clowns, shook her head helplessly, and followed after us.

The school campus was beautiful, with shady trees and winding paths, very characteristic of Jiangnan. Since

it was still early, the three of us strolled around the campus, admiring the scenery.

When we arrived at the classroom, most of the students were already there.

Seeing them, I felt a surge of joy. They hadn't dared to come out in just pantyhose;

they all wore clothes over them and were chatting with familiar classmates.

I glanced around and saw my roommate, Cheng Lin, also wearing an overcoat, standing alone in front of a window,

looking outside. Although we hadn't known each other long, I could tell that this roommate was a bit introverted and probably

not good at talking to people.

I was just thinking about whether to go over and talk to him. After all, we were roommates, and even though he was a bit girly, we'd be living

together for four years. I wanted to make the best of a relationship so we wouldn't feel awkward together.

Just as I was about to walk over, I heard a classmate whisper, "The teachers are here!"

I looked towards the door, and sure enough, two teachers walked into the classroom one after the other, stopping in the middle of the dance studio.

Everyone immediately stopped talking and looked in their direction.

When I saw the two teachers clearly, my heart skipped a beat, and a surge of excitement rushed to my face. Both

teachers were wearing white, tight-fitting bodysuits with spaghetti straps, the same

style as the ones the girls had been assigned to wear yesterday.

Each teacher had her own unique beauty. Teacher Jiang was more voluptuous; the white bodysuits clung tightly

to her, highlighting her smooth, full legs, which looked incredibly alluring.

Looking further up, from my angle, the pantyhose held up her pert, snow-white, and plump buttocks. Perhaps because they were so

voluptuous, they would tremble with every involuntary movement, creating a few beautiful, subtle ripples.

What I found most irresistible was how clearly the pantyhose outlined the shape of Ms. Jiang's lower body. Two plump

labia, with a slit in the middle—the image was simply too beautiful!

And beneath the backless halter top, her pair of full, soft, round breasts were even more captivating. Especially

the two prominent, purplish-red nipples, set against layers of rosy areolas, stood high like a pair of

purplish-red grapes hanging on transparent silken glass balls, making one's mouth water.

And Ms. Lin Meiyu, encased in white pantyhose, displayed her beautiful and graceful figure

to the fullest .

Her round, full breasts, rosy and alluring nipples, smooth and delicate back, slender and graceful waist,

firm and pert buttocks, and long, snow-white thighs, especially the clear cleavage between her legs, made me

feel a stirring within me. My mouth went dry, and I unconsciously swallowed a few times.

At this moment, Ms. Jiang coughed lightly, and everyone's attention turned to her.

She first took the class roster and called out names, then her pretty face darkened, and she pointed to the wall clock, saying, "What did I tell you about your attire

yesterday ? Did you all ignore what I said? Now I'm giving you five minutes

to change. If you're late, you'll get ten spankings. Begin now!"

The large dance studio was quiet, with only Ms. Jiang's soft but cold voice echoing through the room. I never expected

that Ms. Jiang, who seemed so elegant, could be so chilling when she got angry.

I also noticed that both teachers were holding thick wooden pointers, each about the thickness of a finger. Anyone

could see that being hit a few times with one of those would be unbearable, even on the bottom!

We looked at each other, most of the girls showing fear. I don't know who started it, but everyone

headed to their lockers in a corner of the dance studio.

This was what they called "suffering." I looked uncertainly at Yang Lili. Seeing me looking at her, she

clearly understood. She stuck out her pink tongue and nodded at me.

"This show of force is quite interesting!" I smiled to myself.

I've been beaten a lot by my dad while training in bodybuilding. How many kids are truly self-disciplined, especially when

practicing dance or fitness? Without pressure and coercion, you won't achieve anything. So, I

didn't take it too seriously.

In a corner of our dance studio, there was a row of lockers, one for each person. Everyone silently walked to their

lockers , no one talking to each other.

I opened my locker, changed into my dance shoes first, then took off my t-shirt. After a slight pause, I gritted my teeth and

quickly pulled off my athletic pants, revealing white, waist-high tights underneath.

I dawdled as I hung up my clothes, closed the locker door, and felt a little awkward.

The teacher required boys to wear only tights and nothing else on their upper bodies. Despite the sweltering summer heat outside, I

broke out in a cold sweat because I had never worn women's tights like that in public before.

The locker to my right belonged to my sister. I glanced at her and saw that she had already changed into her dance shoes

and taken off her short-sleeved shirt. She was holding her tights up, clearly struggling with whether to take them off or not—it looked hilarious.

I found it amusing and chuckled softly. My sister looked up, saw my teasing smile, blushed slightly,

glared at me, and turned away, revealing her pink back to me.

The girl's pantyhose had a deep backless design, revealing her waist. Because my sister had practiced yoga since she was a child, her

back was very beautiful, and her fair and tender waist looked very elastic, which caught my eye.

We live together, so I've seen her back before, but in this special setting,

for some reason, I felt a surge of excitement.

My sister hesitated for a while before slowly pulling down her outer pants.

The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of straight, long, beautiful legs. Even though I'd seen them countless times, I was still a little amazed. Especially

since she was wearing silk stockings, which was a first for me.

Tightly encased in white stockings, her legs looked even more shapely; I imagine even supermodels on TV

would be envious.

Above her legs were her well-developed, round buttocks, smooth and firm,

much more perky than most women her age—clearly the result of years of yoga practice.

As she bent over to pull down one leg of her pants, the stockings

revealed , making my heart pound faster.

I realized it was wrong to look at my sister like that. After some struggle, I forced myself to look

away . Next to my sister's wardrobe was her roommate, Yang Lili. She had already changed and was gently pulling up

her pantyhose around her legs and abdomen, clearly not used to the tight-fitting clothes, constantly adjusting the tightness of different parts.

Yang Lili had a rather voluptuous figure, which matched her smiling oval face perfectly. The tight pantyhose

made her whole body appear very soft, smooth and shapely like silk.

Perhaps sensing that I was looking at her, she raised her head, turned her neck towards me, and gave me a very cute

glare Her large, expressive eyes conveyed, "Don't look around, or you'll regret it."

I smiled silently at this, ignoring her warning. When her glare didn't work, she

turned around , puffing out her delicate chest, her two rosy nipples standing erect, looking at me defiantly.

But when she saw my body, her delicate face clearly flushed, and her eyes lost their previous fierceness, becoming

evasive.

I was stunned for a moment, then I understood why she reacted that way. Because of my years of consistent, scientific bodybuilding training,

my entire muscular physique was incredibly masculine.

My height was just right, my neck was taut with muscles, the strong neck muscles bulging like chains. Two large,

smooth, thick pectoral muscles, like steel armor, and eight sharply defined, sculpted abdominal muscles.

My long, straight legs, with their distinct muscles, formed a visually striking inverted triangle from top to bottom.

My broad, thick shoulders and muscular arms had a streamlined beauty. My entire

body was muscular and balanced, with broad shoulders and rounded arms, like an ancient Spartacus warrior stepping out of a television

.

Especially my groin area, which bulged out in a large, conspicuous mass. I was truly speechless; I didn't know

who decided that male ballet dancers all looked like this.

To my slight embarrassment, perhaps due to my bodybuilding training since childhood, my penis is

considerably Even in its normal state, its thick and long shape is quite astonishing. With the pantyhose constricting it,

it looked like some kind of "weapon" was hidden inside.

Yang Lili only glanced at it before blushing and giving in to my gaze. She wrinkled her small

nose , leaned over to her sister who was hanging clothes, and whispered something.

Then her sister turned her head and glanced at my genitals as well. She probably hadn't seen my genitals so

clearly and her pretty face instantly turned bright red. Her sister gave me a playful glare and silently said,

"Don't bully Lili!"

"Tch!" I glared fiercely at Lili, who looked smugly pleased with herself. Expressing my displeasure at her

gossiping in my sister's ear, I turned away.

To my left was my roommate, Cheng Lin. I saw he had already changed into his dance shoes and taken off his outer pants, but

he was still holding onto the hem of his t-shirt, refusing to take it off.

I rolled my eyes at him speechlessly, thinking, "You're not a girl, you've already taken your pants off, are you afraid people will see your upper body

?" I couldn't find the words to describe this eccentric roommate.

I was too lazy to deal with him, so I looked up at the clock. It was time, and some

students heading to the teacher's. I quickly went over with my sister and Yang Lili.

The school's dance studio was large enough. The teacher gestured for us to stand in a semi-circle around them with our hands behind our backs, so that

everyone could see each other without any blind spots.

After we stood in place, I looked at the other students, and my lips twitched. It turned out that most

students were obediently dressed as the teacher instructed. The three of us,

including myself, made up more than half of the class. We were all wearing only pantyhose and had shaved our pubic hair.

Including my sister, there were more than ten other girls wearing only pantyhose, their genitals completely bare.

Looking at these plump and slender, almost naked young women, my mouth went dry. I tried desperately to control myself

and avoid , but it wasn't something I could control.

And at that moment, everyone was looking at each other, and I could feel many girls' gazes

drifting towards me, making me extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable. It felt like I had no secrets left, everything exposed

to the public.

Fortunately, the girls were relatively reserved; most only glanced at me before blushing and looking away

. If they had stared intently, I would have wanted to disappear into the ground.

As for the other students who didn't follow the teacher's instructions, that was interesting. Some girls wore pantyhose,

but underneath they wore underwear. Others wore no underwear, but their pubic hair wasn't shaved.

Although development varies, these girls generally didn't have much pubic hair, but

it was I guess that's probably why the teacher asked them to wear white!

Teacher Jiang remained expressionless, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the pointer in her hand trembled slightly,

creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

My heart tightened as well. Although I didn't care about being spanked, the teacher's constant shaking of the pointer made everyone

's skin feel tight, their buttocks itchy, and their hearts tremble. My previously restless lower body

became much more subdued at this moment.

The few students who did not dress according to the requirements were even more uneasy, and many regretted it, wondering

if they would be spanked or something.

To everyone's surprise, Teacher Jiang did not mention the clothing issue, but instead said, "Let me

introduce you to a student again

!

"

"Uh..." Everyone looked at each other, wondering what the teacher meant. Didn't they all meet yesterday?

Did someone just arrive?

Those students who hadn't dressed as required secretly breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed the teacher wouldn't bring it up for now, and they hoped

they could get away with it.

Teacher Jiang nodded to Teacher Lin Meiyu, who was on the outer edge of the circle. Only then did everyone notice that there was someone standing behind

Teacher .

I turned around and exclaimed, "Oh my god!" It was my roommate, Cheng Lin!

He was wearing pantyhose, and his t-shirt was off, but his arms were crossed over his chest, and he

stood there shyly with his head down.

I wondered what he was doing. Why was a boy covering his chest? Why was he so shy?

Over there, Teacher Lin Meiyu smiled slightly, like a blooming flower, warm and comforting.

She patted Cheng Lin's shoulder, gesturing for him to come over.

Ms. Jiang's previously cold, pale face thawed instantly, like a spring breeze, revealing a warm smile as she

ushered Cheng Lin to stand beside her.

"You all met Cheng Lin yesterday, but I'd like to reintroduce her to you all,"

Ms. Jiang paused, then continued, "Cheng Lin might be a little different from everyone else, I mean in terms of physical structure.

She's intersex..."

"Wow!" Everyone was clearly astonished, especially me. I never expected my roommate to be intersex!

No wonder she seemed different from others.

Cheng Lin blushed under everyone's gaze, still keeping her head down. Ms. Jiang raised her hand, signaling for

quiet.

She then briefly explained the concept of intersex people, introducing this special group

and highlighting the remarkable achievements of some famous intersex individuals in various fields.

She also mentioned several famous intersex dancers in ballet history who

achieved remarkable success.

Teacher Jiang told us that ballet dancers shouldn't care too much about other people's opinions.

We should learn to face gender differences with equanimity, adjust our mindset, and maintain a positive inner state.

Because when we go on stage, we wear thin, tight-fitting leotards and pants. This means that

every pore of our bodies is waiting for the audience's critical gaze. If you care about that gaze, you'll feel uncomfortable all over, and you

won't be able to continue dancing.

Teacher Jiang, starting from the simple and gradually deepening the discussion, used many examples to analyze the relationship between gender and ballet, finally

concluding: "We shouldn't care about other people's opinions, and we shouldn't look at others with prejudiced eyes."

We all listened quietly, feeling that Teacher Jiang spoke with exceptional wisdom, and her gentle, warm

voice highlighted her extraordinary knowledge and magnanimity.

Cheng Lin also listened silently, her arms crossed, her unease and shyness lessened considerably.

"Cheng Lin, please put your arms down! In the class and school, no one will discriminate against you; they will only care about

and help you. Be brave and integrate into the group. Let's give a round of applause to officially welcome Cheng Lin!"

"Clap clap clap..." Everyone applauded enthusiastically.

I didn't have much of a concept of intersex people before, and I didn't discriminate against them; I was just curious.

Under everyone's friendly gaze, Cheng Lin slowly lowered her arms from her chest, revealing a pair of small

, round breasts with delicate nipples.

Cheng Lin was quite slender, and her long legs made her figure appear even more elongated. Her skin was very

fair and smooth, like milk, and combined with her pretty face and naturally shy demeanor, it was

impossible to tell she was a boy.

However, under the thin stockings, there was indeed a small bulge, and further down, a small

groove could be seen, resembling a female vulva.

"So this is an intersex person!" Although I knew in my heart that he was intersex, seeing him or

her with his upper body completely naked and his lower body so peculiar and alluring, my lower body started to

get restless again.

Teacher Jiang asked Cheng Lin to join the class line, and her face instantly darkened. I thought to myself, "This

teacher's face changes faster than flipping through a book!"

"I said yesterday that practicing in underwear will distort the movements and limit the body's function. We

will only wear protective pants when we are on stage." As she spoke, she took a white protective

pant from Teacher Lin Meiyu.

Teacher Jiang demonstrated in her hand, saying, "These protective pants are very similar to thongs. They're very tight in the front and back.

If you wear them regularly, it can lead to underdeveloped genitals, gynecological problems, and even deformities.

So we only wear them when we're on stage."

Teacher Jiang handed the protective pants back to Teacher Lin, her voice growing even colder, "Yesterday I specified

the clothing and requirements for everyone. Today I see that only a few of you followed my instructions. I want to

commend you all."

I was really glad I listened to my sister and followed the teacher's instructions. I was quite pleased with my own wisdom

. It seemed like a storm was brewing, but now I could just watch from the sidelines.

Sure enough, Teacher Jiang picked up the pointer and pointed, saying, "Those who didn't follow the instructions, stand to my right

!"

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on the few students who hadn't followed the teacher's instructions.

They trembled, lowered their heads, and hesitated for a moment. Not daring to disobey the teacher's

command , they reluctantly moved to stand to the teacher's right.

To be honest, I had a bit of a smug, mischievous feeling, and a "the more the merrier" mentality.

Just then, I felt someone watching me. I turned around and saw Yang Lili standing next to my sister.

Her eyes clearly told me, "Come thank me! You'd be

standing there even without my reminder!"

I turned my head away dismissively, too lazy to pay her any attention, which made Yang Lili snort angrily.

I counted; there were six students in total. Only one boy was wearing underwear under his tights,

and three girls were doing the same, wearing underwear underneath their stockings. The other two girls, while not wearing underwear,

hadn't shaved as required.

"Without rules, there can be no order! You didn't follow the teacher's instructions on the first day of school! This is unacceptable!

So you need to take responsibility for your mistakes." Teacher Jiang's expression was very serious as she continued, "Now I'll give you two..."

"I have two choices. One is that I'll use this pointer to spank you ten times. Don't worry, this pointer is specially made and

won't harm your skin, but it will hurt a lot. This is to teach you a lesson!

Don't twice." Teacher Jiang waved the pointer in her hand so everyone could see it clearly.

"It won't hurt, but it will hurt a lot!" The teacher's explanation only made things worse, and I

could feel my butt tightening. The students standing there trembled, clearly very scared.

"The second choice is, since none of you are willing to do what I say, then

do it right here, in front of your classmates. Considering this is your first offense, I will waive your punishment after you do it."

"Uh..." I didn't expect the teacher to make them change clothes in front of everyone, or even shave their pubic hair. How embarrassing!

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel sorry for them...

Two of the girls trembled and sobbed softly after hearing this, their eyes red, looking pitiful

.

"Shut up, all of you! We ballet dancers only sweat, never cry; that's the behavior of weaklings.

If I ever see anyone cowardly shedding tears again, I will punish them even more severely."

"Only sweat, never cry!" From the teacher's words, I could deeply feel

the pride of a ballet dancer and their profound respect for this profession!

"One minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage!" The noble and elegant ballet dancer is forged through sweat.

At this moment, I gained a new understanding of ballet.

Everyone looked thoughtful, having gained new insights into the major they were about to study.

Insights aside, when faced with the actual choice, it was extremely difficult. These students stood

there uneasily, silent, and if possible, they didn't want to choose any of them.

Seeing that they were all silent, Teacher Jiang pointed a pointer at the boy with her pointer and said, "Li Dong, you're a boy,

set an example first!"

Li Dong, whose name was called, visibly tensed. He was very delicate-looking, with little muscle on his bare upper body, still

possessing the physique of a young man.

"Step forward!" Teacher Jiang's voice rose a few decibels, revealing its severity and unyielding nature.

Li Dong glanced timidly at the teacher, unable to move to the front. Under the gaze of the entire class,

he trembled nervously.

Teacher Jiang ignored him and asked, "Which one do you choose?"

Seeing Li Dong still hesitating, Teacher Jiang said with a hint of anger, "A man should be decisive and not waste

everyone 's time!"

"I...I choose to be beaten!" Li Dong finally made his decision.

His choice was not unexpected; he would rather be beaten than lose face in public! Changing clothes was one thing—

he was already dressed like this, what was there to be afraid of? But shaving his pubic hair was a bit much! I absolutely refused.

Teacher Jiang nodded upon hearing this, it was unclear whether she approved of his choice. Teacher Lin brought over a

stool and placed it in front of everyone.

Everyone immediately guessed the purpose of the stool. Teacher Jiang said, "Take off your pantyhose and lie face down on the stool."

"Oh dear! And you'll be punished naked!" I really felt sorry for this student. This show of force, or rather, this

scare tactic , would remain vivid in our memories even years later.

Li Dong was clearly flustered, his face as red as a monkey's bottom. Teacher Jiang continued expressionlessly,

"I'll count to ten. If you're not ready, I'll add ten more."

"Damn!" I admired the teacher; he really knew how to discipline people.

"...2..." The teacher counted slowly, as if the footsteps of death were approaching.

When he reached "6," a slightly panicked Li Dong gritted his teeth, laboriously pulled down his pantyhose, revealing his

underwear, and then quickly took it off.

"Wow!" When Li Dong stood there naked, the girls gasped, blushing and

lowering their heads in embarrassment.

Li Dong covered his face with both hands, his sparse, undeveloped feathers making him look incredibly ashamed,

standing there dumbfounded!

"Quiet down!" The teacher waved her pointer, signaling everyone to quiet down. "The human body is the most beautiful art in the world

. When we learn ballet, we want to express this beauty in the most graceful and noble form. We

also have nude ballet classes. You need to gradually get used to this and look at it with an artistic eye. This is the beauty of

art , there's nothing to be ashamed of!"

The two teachers had a nonchalant, indifferent expression. But we didn't have that kind of refinement yet;

our understanding of art was really limited. The girls were still too embarrassed to look up.

I turned to look at my sister and Yang Lili and saw that they were both looking down, their fair faces flushed. I smiled

to myself , finding it quite amusing.

"Slap!" The sound of flesh being slapped reached everyone's ears. The girls forgot their shyness and

all looked up.

Li Dong was already sprawled on the stool, his white buttocks sticking out, a pained expression on his face.

"Damn, is it really that bad?" I thought to myself, looking down on Li Dong. He'd only been hit once, and he

was already making that face—it must hurt that much! Anyway, it's easy for me to say.

"Smack! Smack!" By the third hit, the entire dance studio was silent, except for the sound of Li Dong involuntarily hissing through

his teeth .

"Smack!" Another blow. Teacher Jiang raised the pointer high and struck Li Dong's buttocks hard.

"Ah…" Li Dong finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out in pain.

"Damn… does it really hurt that much?" I didn't think Li Dong was faking it, but the pointer

hadn't really made any difference on his buttocks, just a slight redness.

This high-tech pointer really lived up to its name. I also took the opportunity to curse the person who invented it—his

family had been around for generations.

Many girls closed their eyes in fright; I saw my sister's eyes were also tightly shut, clearly terrified.

Yang Lili didn't close her eyes, but her face looked very unnatural. Her hands, clasped tightly together behind her back, showed

her tension.

"Slap, slap..." The rhythmic slapping sounds, Li Dong's screams, struck our

hearts , deepening our respect for the teacher. I guess from now on, few of us will take a teacher's words

to heart anymore.

The unbearable ten lashes finally ended. Li Dong, like a lifeless dog, slumped on the stool,

taking a long time to recover. He slowly tried to get up, even too weak to pull up his pants.

I saw that his already small penis had shrunk to the size of a child's. He covered the areas where he had been hit with his hands.

He kept rubbing himself, looking utterly miserable.

The teacher told him to go to the restroom in the dance studio, fix himself up like the rest of us, and then come back to

the group.

We watched as Li Dong, one hand covering his buttocks, the other clutching his thigh-high stockings and underwear, limped towards the restroom without even bothering

to put them on. It was clear those ten blows had really hurt him,

and as the teacher had said, there were no physical injuries.

I cursed the entire family of whoever invented this thing again; I figured

many of my classmates felt the same way.

Those of us who followed the instructions were terrified, let alone the few girls standing alone.

When Teacher Jiang looked at them again, the girls paled, looking pitiful, wanting to cry but afraid to,

unsure what to do.

"There's always a reason why someone is pitiful!" I suddenly thought of that saying. Who told you not to follow the teacher's orders? It's easy for me to say this from a position of privilege

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Main text [Things at the Ballet School] (4)

Author: tlr

Published on September 9, 2025

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"Sun Leqi, Sun Leyao, step forward!" The names called were those of another pair of twin sisters in the class.

Including my sister, there are three pairs of twins in the class, and one pair is a brother and sister. This is

very . Twins learn together, or brothers and sisters learn together. It can be said to be a common phenomenon.

After the intimidation just now, although they were very scared, the two sisters did not dare to dawdle and walked

to the teacher's side.

Both girls had pretty ponytails, thin pantyhose covering their bodies, and their snow-white skin was faintly visible. The pair of breasts tightly wrapped in pantyhose on

their chests seemed to be about to burst out of their clothes. They were full and not common among the girls in the class

. Moreover, their beautiful faces were exactly the same. They were indeed twins.

Although my sister and I look very similar, I am the older sister after all. There are still some differences between men and women. But

the are different. Outsiders can hardly tell which one is the older sister and which one is the younger sister.

Their eyes were bright and clear, their faces as beautiful as flowers, their skin fair and rosy, dazzling to the eye. Beneath their

long , slender eyebrows, their bright eyes sparkled with charm, and two alluring dimples on their cheeks were captivating

even before they smiled. They were truly stunning beauties, with graceful figures, ranking among the top in the class.

Their shapely, rounded buttocks stretched their stockings high, a testament to their considerable dance

training . The silk stockings clung smoothly to their identical buttock muscles,

showcasing their beautiful curves to the fullest.

As the teacher had said, the human body is the most beautiful art in the world, and this was undoubtedly the most beautiful

painting in the world.

The twins' legs were also full and firm, especially accentuated by the stockings, appearing long and supple.

Between their legs, their full figures formed a slight dip, and because they were still

wearing underwear, the inverted triangle shape was faintly visible, creating

a hazy, alluring effect that made me involuntarily swallow hard.

"State your choice?" Teacher Jiang Xuehui's expression remained cold, and the

memory of Li Dong's screams from the previous brutal beating seemed to still echo in my ears, giving many girls the illusion that the teacher was "brutal."

Under the intimidating aura of the teacher, the two sisters exchanged a glance and said, "We...we...change

..." The two sisters were too ashamed to speak under the watchful eyes of so many classmates, but everyone

understood .

"Damn!" My heart skipped a beat. The two sisters were clearly terrified by Li Dong's miserable state and dared not

let the teacher spank them, so they had no choice but to accept the second option.

"Who wants to go first?" Teacher Jiang asked.

The two sisters pitifully exchanged another glance, and then resolutely stood before everyone. However, having just mustered

a sliver of courage, they hesitated again under the gaze of all their classmates. Their eyes reddened slightly, tears

welling in their ; they were so ashamed they wanted to disappear into the ground.

At that moment, Teacher Lin Meiyu quietly brought in a basin of hot water and placed it in front of the two sisters. Beside them on

a stool were two brand-new towels, an electric shaving tool, and a tube of shaving cream.

"My dear sisters, don't feel guilty. The human body is the external beauty of the human form, something to be observed and appreciated. People

admire it, hence the term 'art.' This was originally going to be covered in the nude ballet class, but I'll just give a brief overview now,"

Teacher Jiang said gently, seeing the sisters' shyness. "The broad concept of human body art is

art that uses the human body as its object, showcasing different forms of the human body, both static and dynamic, and ballet is one such art form

..."

The teacher, in a soft voice, recounted the development of human body art, explaining that artists use the language of the human body

to worship life, praise nature, celebrate youth, extol love, and pursue freedom. This creative attitude is

the intrinsic motivation for producing excellent works of art.

Truly excellent art of the human form will not lead people astray. Pointing to

some , "Doesn't Michelangelo's *David* move people with its masculine beauty and power?

And Rodin's sculptures, directly themed around love, can transport people away from the mundane world, allowing them to feel youthful beauty and

vitality ."

"Our purpose in learning ballet is to enter this temple of art. In this process,

we must strive to overcome all psychological barriers, break free from mental constraints, and become noble, pure, and elegant

ballerinas..."

Teacher Jiang's words were well-reasoned and highly infectious. Unconsciously,

she led everyone to glimpse a corner of the charm of art, guiding them to release their mental obstacles.

I truly admire Teacher Jiang's speaking skills; her lectures are captivating and mesmerizing,

reaching an artistic level. You are unconsciously guided by her.

Of course, the teacher only spoke for a short while, and it's impossible for everyone to completely abandon their preconceived notions—that

must be a long, gradual process—but many of the mental barriers have been significantly reduced. The two sisters listened intently

, the shyness on their identical pretty faces slowly fading.

"Art is art, but wrongdoing still requires punishment," Teacher Jiang's voice turned cold again.

"My two students, I'll still count to ten. If you haven't started yet, I'll spank you ten

more times after I'm done."

"Ah..." The two sisters also came to their senses, their hands slowly moving to the straps of their bodysuits, gazing at each other, their minds

engaged in a fierce struggle.

"...2...7..." As Teacher Jiang was about to count to seven, the two sisters, as if by telepathy, bit

their lips, their faces flushed with embarrassment, and slowly began to remove their bodysuits, revealing their half-naked, snow-white

bodies .

Their skin was as smooth and supple as jade, shimmering under the soft lights of the dance studio. Especially the shy expressions

on their faces , who wouldn't feel their blood boil and their hearts pound?

Moreover, not only the lights, but also everyone's gaze, and even the gaze of the figures in the oil paintings on the wall,

were all focused on the sisters' alluring bodies, which were only covered by their underwear, making them appear dazzlingly white.

Their full and elastic breasts stood proudly on their chests, trembling with the twins' slightly

rapid breathing, stimulating me and teasing my sensitive nerves. My lower body, even more uncontrollably

awakened, slowly revealed its grotesque form.

Between the two identical pairs of breasts was an alluring cleavage, and at that moment, a faint

scent of baby milk seemed to emanate from it, wafting into my nose.

The four cherry-pink nipples atop those breasts visibly hardened, revealing

their unrestrained tension. When the twins pulled down their panties, their entire snow-white bodies were fully exposed

.

Below their flat stomachs were two almost identical, slightly protruding mounds of flesh, covered with

dense , dark pubic hair, seemingly displaying the twins' maturity beyond their years.

"No wonder they were wearing panties." But what truly aroused me was a pink slit

revealed beneath the dark forest. Although the twins were standing, preventing me from seeing

the full extent of the alluring and tempting slit, the half-hidden allure only fueled my burning gaze.

Their long, firm legs trembled slightly, perhaps from nervousness or shyness,

revealing the twins' excitement.

Their legs were perfectly proportioned, without an ounce of excess fat, so alluring—

perfectly proportioned, neither too plump nor too thin. These legs alone were even comparable to my sister's.

It was the first time in my life I had seen identical twins naked, and my heart

pounded wildly. Looking at their goddess-like bodies, I couldn't help but gasp.

Such beautiful bodies, paired with snow-white, delicate skin, were

the epitome .

My penis, too, reflected my inner feelings, becoming fully erect and unrestrained. Its hard

shape, like a sword piercing the sky, pushed the tights to an exaggerated degree,

making the already thin stockings even more transparent, practically indistinguishable from wearing nothing at all.

I finally understood the awkward situation the two sisters had just experienced. I secretly glanced at the other boys, and they all

looked embarrassed, their genitals noticeably protruding. But theirs were clearly not in my class, both

in size and length. I was afraid I might accidentally tear my pantyhose and make a fool of myself

.

At that moment, I was a little envious of my roommate Cheng Lin. She was intersex, with male genitalia, but it wasn't very

obvious, and it didn't seem too unusual.

My situation was quickly noticed by the older sister next to me. A blush crept onto her cheeks, and she looked like she wanted to

laugh but was holding it in. Later, seeing my embarrassed and red face, she gave me a gentle and comforting look.

Her roommate Yang Lili, on the other hand, seemed to have found a way to retaliate. Although her pretty face was flushed and she looked

surprised , she still stared at my crotch, occasionally giving me a provocative look.

"Damn it!" I secretly vowed to myself that I would make her pay after class and get my revenge.

I was so eye-catching that it didn't take long for my classmates to notice me.

Several couldn't help but laugh out loud.

At first, they were too embarrassed to look, but there's strength in numbers, and the dance studio was predominantly female with only

a of boys. They grew bolder, their faces flushed, and they secretly stared at me,

glancing curiously every now and then. The other boys were automatically ignored by them—a true

demonstration .

My roommate also noticed me and was quite surprised. She had seen me in my

normal and probably never imagined I'd transformed into such a magnificent figure! Already easily embarrassed, she

lowered her head even further, avoiding my gaze.

Even more awkwardly, the twin sisters standing in front of me noticed the girls' unusual behavior and, from about

a few meters away, looked at me with almost mutual disbelief.

What met their eyes was a menacing stick, thicker and larger than the pointer the teacher held.

They froze for a moment, and the blush that had just faded returned to their pink faces.

The sisters' hearts were pounding like two little rabbits. They realized that my

state was because of them, which made the twins feel even more ashamed.

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