This is the second chapter of All-Star Sissy. The third is currently up on my patreon and the next will hopefully be posted there next month. Thanks for reading!

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The less said about the pool party, the better.
I lost track of all the mocking compliments, teasing jabs and humiliating objectification as they all blended together into one massive soup of mortification.
Maybe I just don’t want to talk about it because I don’t want to remember it.
Either way, I was on the team. That was all that mattered. I must have surprised the camp too, because they were on the phone with Jasmine when I got back to the dorm, and she was trying to explain exactly what had happened. Even after everything, I cracked a grin as I saw her scrambling to tell them how I’d evaded their clutches.I had some pep in my step for the next few days, especially when my stepmother called. She seemed confused as to my success, telling me she hoped that everything worked out in a tone I didn’t believe. But who cares? I had beaten them. I just had to keep beating them for the rest of the year.
The group chat was tame, only really mentioning volleyball stuff, although I wondered how much of that was because of me. I was smart enough to know that when you wanted to talk about someone, you made a separate groupchat without them in it. And if there was ever anyone to merit that, it was me.
But I was feeling good, acing my classes and staying out of trouble. The first practice was scheduled for Saturday and I went through the week on a cloud. Sure, all of this was terrible. My life was terrible. But I’d spent so long without eeking out the slightest of victories against these people and baffling them with this clever play was enough to make me proud. Everything seemed to work out.
Until Friday night.
A knock on the door gave me pause, maybe because I was a bit paranoid. No news was good news when you were a sissy, and Jasmine hadn’t mentioned anything about people coming over. She walked out of our bathroom and tilted her head, looking just as surprised as me. Looking a bit annoyed that someone had interrupted her weekend party prep, she answered it.
Fuck.
It was Kim.
She was smiling wide and dolled up for a night out. Jasmine grinned as she noted her, and my stomach churned.
“Hey, girls” said Kim pointedly. “I just wanted to drop by because, well, Samantha here is the only real newbie on the team. So she’s the only one who needs one of these…” she said, lifting up a plastic bag.
“Oh, that’s so nice of you! Samantha, thank her!” exclaimed Jasmine.
“Thanks” I muttered, not sounding enthused. I knew what was in there.
“It’s no problem. You need one if you’re going to fit in with the girls, after all. And you want to fit in with the girls, right?” she asked in a threatening tone.
I nodded. “Yeah. Trust me.”
“Great. Then have that on your little booty when you show up to practice tomorrow.”
“She will” promised Jasmine. “Don’t worry.”
“Awesome. Glad to meet you” said Kim as she looked to my roommate. “See you tomorrow. I just can’t wait…”
And with that, she headed out.
Jasmine turned to me, hands on her hips.
“And here I was worried they’d go easy on you” she giggled, heading back to the bathroom to finish herself up. A few minutes later, she went out to party.
I stayed in bed, watching movies and trying to figure out how the heck I was going to handle these crazy chicks.

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The next day, I figured out my answer.
Badly.
I was going to handle it badly.
I stood in the bathroom, wearing the top and considering the tiny booty shorts. Just holding them in my hand and feeling the fabric was enough to give a bad feeling. I didn’t know what the heck I could do other than putting them on, but putting them on felt…
Whatever. I needed to do this. So I bent over and pulled them up my legs, having to force the tight shorts over my plump rear. I pulled and shimmied. Then they were on. They were showing my whole butt, dug into my crack like a constant wedgie and letting everyone see. But I had to.
So I walked out, hurrying past Jasmine and hearing her whistle from her bed as I went into the halls. It was terrible. Looking up at boys, seeing them looking down at me, feeling eyes on my butt like their very stares were groping me, once more seeing the girls checking out the competition…I just tried to keep my head down and hurry. I practically scampered across the campus and into the gym, hurrying towards the courts as Kim clapped.
“Welcome, newbie. Glad to see you in uniform.”
The girls were all looking to me, a few of them whispering to each other and making me feel like some sort of spectacle. But I was ticked. I grabbed a ball and walked to the court, waiting for them with an expression that said I was ready. I was here to play.
Practice began and everyone was getting into it. I was ready though. I’d spent the week reading up on volleyball, watching videos and learning every little thing that could help me. I was keeping pace with the others, even if I wasn’t exactly an all star. I wasn’t bad though. I wasn’t the worst. As Kim once more circled the courts, keeping track of everyone’s progress, I even managed to save the ball, keeping it in and getting our team the point at the end of the volley.
SMACK!
I gasped as Kim slapped my butt, sending my less than skintight shorts into a jiggle.
“Get it girl! I knew you had it in you!”
A few other girls snickered, but Abby looked to me like I should be proud. And maybe I should have been. I just wish that I could have been proud without a sting on my butt.
Practice kept up until we were all caked in sweat, sore and exhausted. But for a sissy who’d practically been denied physical activity, it was great. Maybe I’d get stronger. I hoped I would. Even if I didn’t, I’d managed to survive another day.
“Alright girls, our first game is in two weeks. Can’t wait to see how we do out there on a real court. You all impressed me out there, even Sissy Samanatha. I mean, if she can win sets, then you girls have no excuse.“
I rolled my eyes. But it didn’t hurt. She was right. I’d done good.
“That’s it then. Next practice is on Tuesday. Let’s hit the showers!”
I went to get my bag, glad to change out of this stupid uniform as quickly as possible. I’d probably just duck into a bathroom stall on the way out, that way I wouldn’t have to waltz around campus with my butt out again.
“Samantha?” asked Kim.
I looked up.
“What are you doing? The girls always shower together after practice.”
Everyone had stopped in their procession to the locker room, staring at me as if to see if I’d finally break. For my part, I went pale. She couldn’t be serious! She couldn’t make me…
I looked around at each of their expectant eyes, trying to force myself to make the right decision but I couldn’t move.
“It’s no biggie. We’re all girls here. Right?” asked one of the girls.
I stayed crouched, sweating worse than I was during practice. Luckily, Abby came to my rescue. She walked to my side and helped me up, guiding me on…to the locker room. “Of course she is. Right, Samantha?” she asked me with emphasis. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to mess with me or was trying to help, because she knew I had to do this. But either way, she led me downstairs to the locker rooms, as all the girls funneled in behind.
The lockers were all there, with most of the girls having already put their stuff inside. But all things considered, I’d still been working off the assumption I’d keep my bag by the bench. Being here felt…odd. It felt like I was behind enemy lines, totally surrounded, a hare looking up at wolfish grins from every angle.
The other girls got undressed around me, but not even bare boobs and cheeks could make me feel better. In a way, it made me feel worse. These girls had no issue undressing in front of me. They didn’t see me as a threat. They didn’t see me as a man.
And standing there with my buttcheeks compressed into this tight black uniform, it was hard to blame them.
“Hurry up, Samanatha!” exclaimed Kim with a mocking theatrically, strutting towards me in her underwear. “We won’t be jealous of your sissy milkers. We promise” she chuckled.
The rest of the girls were going to the showers, each one giving me a look as they walked by. They were all asking me if I’d back out or not. Gritting my teeth, I reached down and lifted off my shirt. Getting my shorts off was a bit harder, and I had to roll the taut material off my butt. But then I was there, in my sports bra and panties. Kim cocked her head to the side, waiting for the rest.
Turning away from her, I grabbed one of the towels and wrapped myself up. And then, with the towel protecting me, I removed my panties from underneath, and pulled off my bra without anyone seeing. Walking to the showers, my towel wrapped tight around my torso, I watched as the last passed me. Kim was in there now. So was Abby. Both of them, as well as every other girl, were looking at me as I reached the edge.
And then, wincing and closing my eyes, I let the towel drop.
I heard a whistle. A gasp. Some laughter. Opening my eyes, I slowly began to walk towards one of the showerheads, not daring to look at them as I felt the warm water running down my body.
“That’s…so small.”
“Do you think it still works?”
“Is that what they mean when they say micropenis?”
I listened as they whispered amongst themselves, though they were whispering louder and louder. They clearly didn’t care about me hearing.
It was true. The idea of the sissy program was to totally destroy the male ego in order to make a submissive citizen. The biggest symbol of the male ego was pretty obvious, and so they made sure to shrink and belittle it as much as possible. Mine was currently the size of a thimble, and incapable of getting any bigger. It hadn’t always been like that. It had actually been above average. But there was no telling these girls that as they giggled and gossiped right in front of me.
I tried to reach down and cover it, laying both my hands over as the warm water glistened against my skin.
“Aww, she’s shy!” cooed one of the girls as a few others laughed.
“Why so coy?” asked Kim, soaping herself up. “We’re all girls here, right?”
“In fact, I’m jealous” said another. “I wish I had a figure like yours. Your boobs are so perky!”
I frowned, blushing neon red. Whether it was my pride or the estrogen, I felt like I might start crying. My little fists were balled up and shaking. I was trying to stand as close to the wall as possible so no one could see the front of me.
“Here, this might help” said the redhead, walking over to me with a loofa and soap. I hadn’t really cleaned myself since this all began. Shame had me on autopilot, barely able to think as this boiling heat churned inside of me. I turned and reached out my hand…
And she grabbed my forearm as I took it.
“You’re a C cup, aren’t you?” she asked as I tried to pull out of her iron grip.
“Hey!” I snapped.
“Would you rather I look down?” she scoffed.
“Come on…” said Abby, though it was a pretty halfhearted effort. The redhead turned to her and shook her head.
“This is totally normal, way I see it. You get to see our clits and we get to see yours” she snorted, going back to her showerhead.
As soon as she let my arm go, I walked to my showerhead and turned it off. Kim looked like she was planning on saying something before I snapped. “I took a shower, okay?! Is having to use conditioner a part of the rules or can I fucking go?!”
She tried to suppress her laughter. “I was just going to complement your ass.”
I growled and hurried out, getting dressed before I was even dry and storming from the locker room. I practically ran across campus, feeling everything overwhelm me until I finally snuck behind a bush, crying like a baby. Being like this meant that I was naturally more emotional and prone to bawling my eyes out, but this was different. It wasn’t just hormones, or feeling weak and vulnerable. Even without that, I would have wept. I sobbed so hard, eyes red as I hid in the shrubbery.
“Hey?”
I recoiled from the voice, looking up from the ball I’d curled myself into and seeing some guy there.
No, wait, it wasn’t just ‘some guy.’
It was the douche who’d kept harassing me during the basketball tryouts.
Wiping my eyes, I tried to get past him. But he was blocking the only way out between the wall and the bush.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I tilted my head at him.
“Yes. Yes, I am absolutely okay. You throwing me to the ground really helped. Crying, crying is always a sign I’m doing great and best of all, the one who finds me here is you. I mean, how could today get better?!” I glared.
“Sorry. I just heard you crying and-”
“And what? You wanted to insult me? Slam me? Or tell the sissy how cute she is!?”
“Hey, no need to shout” he said, looking around. “Listen, I…I didn’t realize this was so hard on you. I’m sorry.”
“You’re….you’re sorry?” I asked in shock. Not like I was going to accept his apology. But it was strange to hear.
“I heard that you were willingly doing this because you wanted to...I don’t know, okay? The only things people know about you are rumors. I heard a ton of crazy things. And it’s not like you try to correct anyone. You just run into tryouts and get your butt kicked.”
“And now what, you see the pretty gurl crying and it reminds you that empathy exists?!” I asked, throwing my hands up.
“Kind of?” he shrugged. What an idiot. “What are you crying about?”
“Oh, you know me. I broke my nail” I scoffed. “Now can you please get out of the way? I’m trying to get back to my dorm. And I don’t know how I could make it more clear that I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Fine, right…” he said, stepping aside. I walked past him, shaking my head.
“I heard you made the volleyball team though. Congrats” he offered, still trying to make me feel better.
“Thanks…” I practically hissed, hurrying off towards my dorm. Luckily, Jasmine was out today, partying at one of the bigger schools nearby. I had the place to myself…so I laid in bed, watched some movies and cried some more. Mostly with the lights turned off so I could pretend I wasn’t some weak, small dicked sissy.
About halfway into my rewatch of Spider-Man 2, I got a text from Abby.
“Are you okay?”
“Chipper.” I bluntly replied.
“I warned you.”
“Right.”
“It could be worse.”
“How?”
“You could see what they’re saying in the groupchat you’re not in.”
I grunted and silenced my phone, sitting back and asking myself how I could deal with this. Maybe I’d just get numb to it. Maybe they’re get bored of me. I couldn’t quit though. I’d gotten an invite to be in the bridal party of my roommate at Sissy Camp a week ago, to be there when she married her new man. And to think that before her first stay there, she had been a notorious womanizer. From what I heard, they got sent there because they slept with the daughter of the wrong judge. And now…
I had to stick it out, somehow. There had to be a way. And if that way was just suffering without having a solution, I’d have to suffer.