The School Bully
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

It was the home of Jason Davis – the school bully. Jason’s mother answered the doorbell. Chrissy was still wearing the ridiculously short skirt, but had changed her top to something that better displayed her burgeoning breasts.

“Hello Mrs. Davis,” said Chrissy. “I am here to see Jason.”

“My God. It’s Christopher isn’t it?”

“Not for over a year now, but yes, it’s Chrissy now.”

“Come inside, Sweetie,” she said. “What a brave child you are. It must have been so difficult for you.”

“Not so much, Mrs. Davis,” chirped Chrissy with a smile. “It’s actually easier to be a girl than a sissy. As a sissy boy lots of guys gave me a hard time, but now half of the guys look at me like they look at girls, and the other half, well, I don’t care about them.”

“I hope Jason is not one of those teasing you for being a sissy.”

“Oh no. Jason is O M G amazing!

“So, what do you need from Jason.”

“Oh, I need his cum in my bum,” Chrissy chirped.

“What did you say?”

“I need his jizz in my ass. His seed inside me. He wants to do it, and I want him to.”

“I don’t think so. Jason is not gay.” Mrs. Davis glared haughtily at the boy-girl.

“Of course he’s not gay, Mrs. Davis,” said Chrissy. “I am not a boy anymore. I have had my nuts snipped off. I still have a little dangly bit like a big floppy clitoris, but not for long. It’s just that Jason can’t wait for my new pussy, and neither can I. We are going to go at it this afternoon.”

“Not in this house, you’re not,” Maggie Davis was suddenly very angry.

“Whatever,” said Chrissy. “Here or my place. Or maybe on your front lawn. But I should warn you, I squeal really loud when I cum.”

The raised voices had brought Jason to the bottom of the stairs. His mother glared at him.

“Get upstairs Chrissy,” he commanded. She slinked over to him and kissed him on the cheek before heading upstairs. Jason turned to his mother but said nothing to her.

“No Jason,” his mother said. “Not with that.”

Jason turned and went upstairs. Within minutes Maggie Davis learned that Chrissy had not lied. Over the bang of the legs and headboard of Jason’s bed she could hear Chrissy’s loud cries of joy.

The End

© Maryanne Peters 2024

Author's note: It seems that reads are down across the board here on BCTS and even on my Amazon Kindle books. Is this a seasonal thing? Surely conditions are perfect to hunker down with a nice warming story like this one?