well….. probably not what you were expecting, but she’s a do-it-yourself kinda gal.
also a bit of a callback to the thing I did… little under 1 year ago!(except she’s sleeping that time)
Perfect.
In celebration of half price candy day, give a cum bunny a load or two.
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He’d pushed you around since you were little kids, calling you a sissy, a faggot. He pulled your long hair and shoved you in grade school. Over the years he upgraded to holding you down and pinching your nose so you had to open your mouth to breathe. Then he’d spit in it and make you swallow; later, piss.
It’s little wonder when puberty hit that your hormone filled mind turned to thoughts of the only intimate encounters you’d ever known. You felt so ashamed that for a few years you learned to dress less feminine and found that he left you alone, mostly. But you missed him. You grew your hair back out, wore tighter jeans, brighter colors. That got his attention again. By senior year not a day went by that he didn’t find some opportunity to shove you, trip you, slap your ass and laugh. You missed his fluids, though…
You went away for college, earning a BFA in poetry. You tried to date girls, boys , but no one could give you the treatment you craved. Everyone was confused when you moved back home after graduating magna cum laude and took a job at the construction company where your old bully was now a foreman. He took endless pleasure in belittling and messing with you. Begging him to stop got him real riled up, so when you did so around Easter and he made some joke about dressing like a bunny and kissing his god-damned dick, you fucking pussy, you jumped at it.
He shared the pics with his friends and word got out. Your progressive family was so eager to prove that they were down with it that your mom booked you some appointments without asking. Shame and fascination drove you on and before you knew it you were taking hormones and electrolysis without much thought beyond that it would probably drive your bully wild.
It did. He told you if you were going to dress like a sissy full time you should act like one. He got you a job as secretary for the construction company. Mostly you were his personal assistant, tasked with looking cute and fulfilling his every command…
Of course when you got there you saw your frat brothers out on the lawn horsing around. Men sporting sundresses with chest hair sprouting where cleavage should have been. Big beards over slips, their junk tenting the smooth fabric and obviously not tucked thoroughly as you had. And certainly no one else had shaven their legs. They were parodies. No one came close to passing. Even though they’d all assured you there would be prizes for the most convincing getup.
Freaking out, you asked your girlfriend to pull away immediately before anyone saw you. She just took the keys, got out and started striding away, greeting your roommate loudly. Shit!
“Who’s your hot new frien-” your roomie started in, “Oh my god! Sam!?!? You’re smokin’! I can’t believe this worked- I mean, that your outfit is so good. The seniors need to see this!”
You were quickly ushered into the house – past many roving eyes, wolf whistles, and ass slaps – to the house elders. After much laughter and being made to twirl and bend over you were summarily declared the winner for the title “Queen Sissy”. Yay? Wait, the prize was to be the Party Hostess? You’d have to take everyone’s orders, drink and…otherwise. If everyone wasn’t pleased by the night’s end, you’d have to dress like this for a month!?
You looked to your girlfriend in panic. She just smirked and said in a sultry voice not to worry, that she’d teach you exactly how to please all the men. This was met with raucous approval.
Find your level and sink to it. Your knees, perhaps…
Going as Kelly from Saved by the Bell for Halloween was such a dumb idea. How had you let this happen? Well, it probably had something to do with all the drinks your girlfriend Jess fed you. It would be funny, she said. You wanted to leave but you could barely stand up and what if someone saw you?
Of course, Jess introduced you to all of her old college friends as “Jane” and you were too shocked to to contradict her. They asked about her boyfriend and she said he got called away for work. It was just as well, she said, because James was always so overprotective of his sister Jane and she really needed to get laid. A number of the male friends perked up at that. But why did this keep you silent?!
A couple drinks later and Jess pushed you into Dylan’s lap. He pawed at you and you found yourself affecting a falsetto and giggling?! What the hell? Jess told you two to get a room, pointing to the bedroom you shared with Jess. You shouted with glee as he scooped you up and carried you in. He barely paused over your anatomy, just said you were beautiful. Why did that make you so happy and open your legs wider? Dylan took your anal virginity and, a few hours later, your number.
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