This is the 3rd of 7 parts (story is now complete on my patreon) but I may continue to post in this universe with prequels, spin offs and other stories in the future.
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I kept getting texts from my former roommate, telling me how exciting she was to marry her man. I had tried to cut off all contact from the Sissy Camp and the people I met there, but apparently they’d given her my number. I couldn’t block her either, because Jasmine would know about that. I was stuck, stuck getting pictures of a former guy as she tried on wedding dresses.
Practice continued to be a welcome struggle, at least as far as training was concerned. This was the first time I was even allowed to workout in months. Sure, it was a volleyball, one that weighed less than a male one did. But it was something. I was being athletic. As I learned more about the sport, I even managed to get better.
Not that my treatment reflected that.
I still had the shower with the girls, but I wore the bikini that Abby had given me. It didn’t entirely fix things. I still got comments and snickers on my breasts. Girls asked what the secret to my figure was. Caitlin, the redhead, even went so far as to give me a wedgie with the bottoms. “You got to show those cheeks off!” she laughed as pulled them up my crack.
But nothing was as worrying as the friendship growing between Jasmine and Kim. My two tormentors sharing whispers together made my skin crawl. I could hardly sleep as I wondered what they were talking about, imagining a million terrible possibilities in my mind. But the first game was next week. I needed to focus…
Even if some of my fears were well founded.
I was stretching out before our Wednesday practice when I saw her come in, showing a smile that couldn’t mean anything good. Jasmine in the gym was a bad sign. The way she smiled to Kim as she approached her was even worse. The two of them walked up to the rest of the group and Kim cleared her throat, getting all their attention.
“Samantha, would you come over here?” asked Kim. Looking around for a moment, I grunted. I didn’t want to…
But I did.
I walked over to them and stood with the pair, crossing my arms as I waited for whatever nightmare this turned out to be.
“Now, we all know that Samantha is just one of the girls, right?” asked Kim as a few of the girls delightfully nodded. “I mean, we’ve seen her naked and she sure ain’t a guy!”
My face was bright red as I tried to hold my tongue. Some of the girls chuckled. Most just smiled. Abby looked as though she was just curious.
“But I’ve been talking to her Compliance Officer here, just making sure all our bases are covered. And she’s told me some very interesting things. I think it’s best we just share them with you so that there is absolutely no doubt as to what Samantha is.”
Jasmine stepped forward and put her hands on my arms, gently guiding them to my sides. I could have fought her if I wanted but that would just cause trouble. “Just be a good little display for me, okay? Don’t move” she winked. With that, she turned to the girls and beamed bright.
“I’m just here to tell you a bit about what Samantha went through at Sissy Camp, and what she is now.”
Shoot…
This is not good.
“First off, do you know what the average amount of testosterone in the male body is?” she asked, like a teacher doing a lesson. After waiting a moment, she told them. “Between 300-1000 nanograms per deciliter” she said, as though she knew what it meant. I knew Jasmine and she couldn’t tell a deciliter from a parsec. But she’d read the information that the camp had sent her.
“Do you know how much testosterone is in the female body? Between 15- and 70! And do you know how much testosterone is in little Sammi’s body here?” she asked, smiling at me. I glared at her like I wanted to rip her head off.
She took a moment to relish that look before turning back to the others. “Less than 5”
The girls looked shocked, though it expressed itself in snorts of laughter rather than sympathy.
“And your estrogen levels are what? 1.5 times the high range for women?” she asked me. I was too busy trying not to fight, scream or run to answer.
“It is” she assured me, with a pat on the head. “And if you’re worried about him being a creep in the showers, don’t be. His member is…well let’s say neutralized.”
I was exhaling pure heat and hate with deep breaths. She must have been trying to set me off. If I started a fight, she could throw me off the team. But it was impossible to just stand there and do nothing. Every moment I fluctuated between trying not to swing at her and trying not to cry.
“Oh trust me, we’ve seen that!” smirked Kim. “That does explain why our little Sammi has such a short fuse though. All those hormones. It’s like she’s always on her period!”
“Alright, that’s enough” said Abby, stepping forward. Kim raised an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?”
“We have a game to win next week. If you want to mess with her, fine. No skin off my back” she shrugged, although a part of me just hoped that she was trying to hide that she cared. Either way, someone was coming to my defense. “But let’s focus on practice. Not…distractions…” she said, glancing to me.
Kim thought for a moment and sighed. “You’re right. I’ve been so carried away with this little…” she trailed off, giving me a glance. “That I’ve forgotten about the sport. So let’s get out there and play” she said, gesturing for the girls to take the court. I walked over to the cart with all the balls, grabbing one and glaring at the pair as I passed them.
The rest of the practice went well, at things considered. The rage probably helped, since strength was my key weakness. But I was spiking the ball as hard as could be, doing better than ever. Imagining that it was Jasmine’s head didn’t hurt.
After practice, and after a mercifully silent shower, I waited out in the hall. I knew that Jasmine would be miffed at being cut off, so I wasn’t really in a rush towards the dorms. Besides, I was waiting for someone.
“Hey” I told Abby, getting up from against the wall and walking next to her. “Thanks for…all that.”
“You heard what I said. I didn’t do it for you” she shook her head.
“Whoever you did it for…it means a lot…” I told her as we walked out.
“Just…I take this sport seriously…” she said, looking around to make sure no one from the team could hear. We walked across the sunny quad as everyone else went in different directions. “I want to win. I want to be competitive, to compete…it’s a game, after all. It’s not some sissy pageant. So I’m going to give it my all. And I’m going to make sure everyone has their head in the game. Even if some stupid sissy ruined everyone’s focus.”
I thought for a moment. “Is that your problem with me? That I’m a distraction?”
She stopped and looked down at me. “If we win big, the headline is you. You’re the freakshow, even if I don’t think you’re a freak. You overshadow everything. Like I said, I don’t have a problem with you. But I have a problem with what you’re doing.”
I was taken aback by that, creasing my brow as I wondered what to say. “I…I’m sorry. You’re right” was all I could muster before turning and walking off.
As I returned to my dorm, I found Jasmine waiting. She was smiling, which was good. I was worried she’d be ready to take out the day’s events on me. But then I realized…
Shoot.
She was smiling.
What was she smiling about?
“New rule guys” said Kim’s message in the groupchat. “Practice is for practice. We can compliment Samantha’s boobs anytime. But we have to be ready. Speaking of which:
We have to have a fundraiser for the season. Any ideas?”
My face dropped as I saw what they’d managed to pitch in the ten minutes since practice ended.
“Bikini car wash!”
“Great idea!”
“We can set up on main street and put Samantha on the side of the road with a sign!“
It seemed like we were going to have a carwash. A bikini carwash. With me as the main attraction…
I noticed Jasmine, smiling as I read the message. It was hard to pay too much attention to her though. The room seemed to be spinning. But that’s when I saw something else, something that gave me hope for a moment.
But only a moment.
“Actually, girls” said Kim “I have a better idea.”
I relaxed slightly, though I should have known better.
“I was texting Jasmine and she gave me a great idea! A date auction!”
I turned to Jasmine, who gave me a mocking little wave.
“Oh, that’s a great idea!”
“Yeah, the forecast has rain anyway!”
“Sounds like fun!”
“All set then! Date auction this Saturday!”
If looks could kill, Jasmine would have been dead ten times over. But they couldn’t. My glare couldn’t even wipe that evil look off her face.
I quickly messaged the chat:
“But that’s not a good idea. I mean, some of you girls have boyfriends…”
I was trying to think of an excuse other than myself. But it didn’t matter.
“Then they’ll bid good money for us!”
“It’s not a big deal, come on!”
“Calm down girl! It’s a date auction, not a hooker auction! You just have to go on a date with a guy! Does that sound so hard?”
Yes.
It sounded impossible.
I spent the next days trying to convince them that there were better ideas, but it seemed like they weren’t interested in a bake sale. I could only guess that while I typed away weak denials in the groupchat, they were laughing at me in their private one. By the time the next practice came on Friday, I was freaking out. I had to find a way out of this. I was going to find my way out of this. I didn’t let myself doubt that. I didn’t even consider the option of actually going through it. Instead I stormed into the gym, crossing my arms when I reached Kim and clearing my throat.
“Oh?“ she asked, turning and trying to pretend she was surprised.
“The date auction.”
“Yeah, aren’t you just so excited?! And don’t worry about the girls with boyfriends. They’ve all been informed and will be bidding to keep their girls out.”
“And the rest of us?”
“The rest of us are going to have a good time. But like I said, no more distractions. This is funding business, not volleyball business. So no talking about the fundraiser. Practice is for practice” she said, tossing me a ball. I grabbed it and glared. “Even though I know you’re eager for a cute boy” she winked.
I tried my best to follow her advice. As twisted as she was, one thing was right. I needed to focus on practice. Next week was our first game and in a world where it was easy to tease and demean me, the court was the only place that seemed remotely fair. I played my best, worked up a sweat and outplayed people the only way I could. These girls might be able to beat and humiliate me in every aspect of life but here, I could beat them. I could outshine them. I wasn’t the best. I wasn’t the worst. But with the fire of competition in me, I could be surprising. I could exceed all our medium expectations. I could try to forget everything.
But then practice ended. And it was back to the locker rooms.
Where my bikini was missing.
I sighed.
I should have expected this after a while. But it was still terrible. I waited for all of them to get into the showers, Caitlin giving me a look as she went. She seemed to be the last one and they’d all be waiting for me. Slowly, I got undressed.
“Hey” said Abby, tossing something at me.
Being naked, I was more worried about being seen than playing catch. I went to cover myself as I felt the swimsuit hit my body, and then fall to the floor.
“I found that by Caitlin’s locker. Not sure how it got in there” she shrugged.
“Thanks” I smiled, awkwardly looking about, crouching slightly. I had an arm over my breasts and a hand between my legs, trying to be as small as possible.
“Don’t thank me. I just know that Saturday is really going to suck for you. So I thought you could use a reprieve” she shrugged. “Now are you going to fondle your boobs or are you going to put it on?”
I sheepishly looked down and then removed my hands, quickly getting dressed.
“You know, I honestly think some of the girls mess with you because they’re jealous.”
“Um…thanks?” I asked.
“Just making a point, idiot. Maybe figure out why they don’t like you if you want to change it. Now let’s shower…”
I nodded, clad in my bikini, and followed her. Despite how bare my body was, it seemed like a blessing after staring down the barrel of pure nudity.

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Saturday came, with Jasmine gone to party. The morning was calm and easy. I made myself breakfast, caught up on tv and relaxed in my room. Most of all, I tried to forget. Most of my job these days came from ignoring things looming in the future and this was no different. I was just a person watching a cool show and eating bacon. Nothing to worry about.
That lasted until about 5 PM. At that point, my thoughts turned to how I was actually getting out of this. I could fake an illness? It was a bit juvenile but it might work. I could pay some rando to bid on me just to not actually go on the date. Not bad, but it required me spending money, which Jasmine could then trace. I could-
“Surprise!”
My head snapped left as my dorm door opened, with Kim and her girls waiting outside. Jasmine must have given them our combination.
“Guys, I’m really not feeling grea-”
I rushed to say my excuse as quickly as possible but they were already on me. One grabbed each of my limbs and they carried me out of the dorm.
“Haven’t you ever heard of a frat kidnapping someone to haze? Same idea! We really wanted to make you feel welcome” said Kim as her girls carried me. I tried to kick and flail but it wasn’t much good. They’d taken me like I was some groom-to-be, getting playfully abducted for his bachelor party.
Only it wasn’t playful and fun. I wanted them to put me the heck down.
Soon enough, we reached the gym. They’d taken one of the stages we used for pep rallies and set it up for the auction, and were using one of the halls as a dressing room. That was where they finally put me down.
“The auction doesn’t even start for an hour!” I snapped, looking up at them from the chair where they placed me.
“And you think you’re ready?” scoffed Kim as the other girls shook their heads. “We need to doll you up!”
Before I could react, they pivoted the chair towards one of the vanities they’d placed against the wall.
“Hey! HEY! WAIT!” I protested as a flurry of hands moved about me, holding me down and doing their work. I couldn’t really resist, even if I had a chance to. I had to play along. So I sat there, head full of steam as they made me over. I was ticked. I was getting so angry that it was hard to handle, gripping the armrests of the chair as I seethed.
After what seemed like an hour, they stepped away, leaving me to look into the vanity.
What I saw…
“Are you done? Are you happy?” I snapped, unable to look at my reflection for more than a second. They’d applied every type of makeup to my face, accentuated everything that I hated about it, made me look like a girl who was on the prowl. My deep red lips, my matching nails…
And here they came with the dress.
It was a tight black cocktail dress, that flaired out at the bottom to form a poofy, short skirt. Judging from the way the straps and top looked as they held it, I could only imagine it was low cut. I was looking at it like they were wheeling over an iron maiden for me to get locked inside. They were beaming.
“Wait, who decided-”
“I did. You’re welcome” said Kim, standing me up.
Caitlin shoved it into my arms, along with a pair of black, 6 inch heels. “Do you want to go to the bathroom or change out here in front of everyone?” she teased.
I quickly scampered for the bathroom door.
They’d taken control of a large, family sized bathroom for the girls to change. I locked myself inside the second I got in.
I had to get out of this. There had to be a way. I needed…
I needed an excuse. I could…
I could…
I could…
Fuck!!!
“Hurry up honey, we’re all eager to see you” said Kim from the other side of the door. “I promised Jasmine I’d get a picture of you, all dolled up.”
I gave her the finger through the door. She didn’t know. But it made me feel better.
Marginally.
I paced around for a moment, looking at the dress and trying to psych myself into it. But I couldn’t. Even though I knew I had to, I just couldn’t force my body to accept it. I couldn’t force my arms to move and put it on. I couldn’t let myself. I knew what was going to happen when I had this one…
BZZZ
I reached into my purse, taking out my pink phone and seeing a notification. It was a message from Stella, my Sissy Camp roommate.
“I hope you’re not still a prude! My stepsister is taking us to a male strip club for the bachelorette party! We might even get private dancers!”
I threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Fine…
I stripped down to my underwear, putting on the dress and trying not to look. I knew that my long, smooth, supple legs were being shown off. I knew my cleavage was out there. I knew my hourglass figure was being hugged tight by the slim bodice. But who cares. I was still me. I put on the heels, groaning and grumbling, muttering angry little things that not even I could decipher. I was so angry that I messed up, and I made a terrible mistake.
I looked in the mirror.
I turned away the second I did, but the reflection of the hot girl, showing off her body in the tight dress, open toe heels and nothing else was something. My red nails and lips, my body…
I’d fuck me.
I shuddered and unlocked the door. Before I could even reach for the handle, Kim had pulled it open. I saw the flash of a phone camera, capturing my pouty surprise as the girls hooted and hollered.
Keeping my head down, I minced past them and found a place far down the hall to sit.
“Your nipple’s out” came a voice from above me.
I yelped and quickly threw my hands over my chest, not seeing any nipple as Abby chuckled. “Made you look.”
“Oh, thanks” I muttered. “What, are you trying to raise my spirits?”
“No, just thought I could mess with you” she shrugged. “Though clearly I have less of an appetite for that than they do” said, looking me over as I shrunk slightly.
“Yeah…” I muttered as she sat next to me. Kim entered the gym as the sound of music began to echo from inside. People were getting seated. It was about to start.
“If it makes you feel any better, they’re saving you for last. Something about you being the star of the show” said Abby.
“Yeah, more time waiting in anxiety and suspense. Makes me feel so much better” I grumbled.
“Calm down. No one’s actually going to bid on you. I mean, this is just to embarrass you. I actually have to go on a date because of this stupid stuff. Thanks to you” she pointed out.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” I replied, throwing my hands up. “So sorry you had to get caught up in me living my dream!”
“Calm down, snarky. At least I’m not dressed like a high class hooker” she joked. She was right. She’d opted to just wear her volleyball uniform.
“High class is debatable…” I muttered. Girls were starting to go in. I could hear the sound of Kim acting as auctioneer on the gym’s PA. She wasn’t even auctioning herself off. “What a bitch.”
“That, we agree on” said Abby.
The girls filtered out as Kim ran the auction and as time wore on. I wanted to focus on anything but this, so I spent about a half hour picking Abby’s brain for volleyball info. We discussed strategy and tactics, talked about our team’s strengths and speculated on the season.
Then, they called her name.
And it was just me.
I sat there, heart beating so hard in my chest I thought I was going to pass out. I was lightheaded. I was freaking out.
“Sissy Samantha! Your turn!”
I turned down the hall to where Caitlin was waiting, popping her eyebrows up and down in a playful manner. Slowly, I stopped, mincing down the hall as my heels clicked on the hardwood. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I only knew that being in this outfit alone was bad enough, and outside was an audience. They weren’t going to bid on me though. No way…
Caitlin held the door open and I walked out-
To find one whole set of bleachers filled, one whole side of the gym occupied. The stage was waiting but I couldn’t move. I froze, feeling all their eyes weighing down on me, paralyzing me for a moment. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Breathe…
Soon I made it to the stage, lights beating down on me as I stood there. Kim smiled as she stood at her podium. “Last and probably least, our team’s resident sissy, Samantha!”
Some whistles. Some claps. A few jeers.
“Let’s start the bidding at five dollars” she snickered.
“Six!” said a voice in the crowd. It was hard to see with the lights on me, and with them in the dark. But that voice…
I strained my vision to pick him out, recognizing the guy after a moment. It was the douche who’d groped me at football tryouts.
Fuck.
“Six dollars…and I think you’re overpaying…going once!” said Kim. I was nearly shaking. This wasn’t happening. Abby had said-
I had thought-
I couldn’t actually go on a date with this guy!
“Going twice.”
I felt like I was going to faint. I couldn’t though. I’d never live that down: the sissy girl fainting onstage like a real priss. But the room was spinning. I was feeling sick. I kept waiting for Kim to say it, to hear the words. Closing my eyes, I heard:
“Seven bucks!”
Wait a second.
I opened one eye, looking out and seeing the face that matched the voice. S—.
It was the dude from basketball tryouts, who’d tried to console me in the bush.
“Eight dollars.”
“Ten!”
“Twenty!”
Kim watched aghast at the bidding war, shocked in total disbelief. I wasn’t even sure which one would be better. I was hoping that some third option would come into play. But it was late for that. We were up to forty bucks.
“Fifty!” said the footballer douche.
“Sixty!” said the basketball a–.
“Seventy!”
“One hundred!”
There was silence after that, the bid hanging in the air as all waited for the football player’s response. None came.
“Going once. Going twice…sold to Greg Warren! One hundred dollars for Sissy Samantha! You better make tonight worth it” she winked to me. I glared and hurried off the stage.
The rest of the girls were going over to their guys as the lights came up, and as everyone else filtered out. I just glared as Greg walked down and approached me. “Hey.”
I looked at him as if to ask how he could be that casual. “Hey!” I exclaimed.
“Sorry, I couldn’t let that douche get you.”
“What, you’re still trying to make up for tryouts?”
“Yeah. I figure now you have to hear me out. You have to hang out with me all night, after all” he smiled.
I stood there stonefaced.
“Come on, it could be fun! I’ll let you pick what we do! And I’ll try to make up for…or at least explain myself.”
“Congrats on buying Samantha” said Caitlin as she walked past. “Just watch yourself, Greg. She’s a real maneater. Might jump your bones if you’re not careful!”
As she walked away, I facepalmed. “Kill me…” I muttered.
“Come on, where do you want to go?” he asked me.
I thought for a moment. “Let’s just…get out of here. I can’t think with…I need some air.”
He nodded, taking my hand and leading me out into the quad, the cool fall air making me relax.
“Thanks…”
“No problem. I really am sorry about how I acted before. I heard you were trying to turn the team into some onlyfans kink game for yourself.”
“Oh my gosh…is that what they’re saying!?” I sighed.
“It was. You joining the team and doing more than hanging out in your dorm helped though. Plus, I’ve been shutting down any rumors I heard.”
I cocked my head at him.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I feel bad. I told you. I acted…like a douche. And I don’t want you or anyone else thinking I am. So you can just go back to your dorm. I don’t need to explain myself. Just go home. No date.”
I thought for a second. “No. If I don’t go on the date, Kim will be on me. I need to fulfill my end of this stupid fundraiser. We could lie…”
Greg chuckled. “Sure, I’ll tell everyone we had a magical evening under the moonlight, I gave you my jacket when you got cold, kissed you outside your door-”
“No” I said, lifting a hand. “Lying won’t work. And not just because your lie sucks” I said emphatically.I looked around, feeling so self conscious as the draft of cold air kept coming up my dress. “Ugh. I just need to get out of these clothes…”
“Well that would be worth my hundred dollars” he joked.
I rolled my eyes at him. “I at least need to get out of these shoes.”
“I think I know how to help with that” he said, taking my hand and leading me on. He didn’t give me time to argue, and his larger hand gripping my slender one was pretty persuasive. These were the kind of shoes that could break an ankle if you tried to pull against someone in them. I let him drag me on as we neared the edge of campus.
“So your plan to mitigate my heels to make me walk a lot?” I asked sarcastically. He snorted.
“Not exactly.”
Soon we’d left campus and made our way into the college town, where a neon sign waited for us.
Bowling.
“You’re an idiot” I muttered.
“What? This way we can get you in some normal shoes” he shrugged. We headed inside, and I felt like every eye was on me. I stood out like a sore thumb in this dress and getup, a very glamorous sore thumb that the guys kept glancing at.
He led us over to the rental counter and asked for my shoe size.
I just pouted.
“What, what’s your size?” he asked.
Grumbling, I leaned in and whispered in his ear. The guy working there just looked at us, wondering why I had told Greg and not him. Nodding in an understanding manner, Greg whispered it to the dude. Soon, we both had bowling shoes.
I sat down, taking off my heels and putting them on as he looked at me.
“What?” I asked. He was looking like he was waiting for something, just staring at me. Was I supposed to answer a question or something?
“Nothing” he said, shaking his head and putting on his shoes.
I got up and looked down the lane as he handed me a ball.
A smaller ball.
A pink ball.
He was grinning like an idiot.
“Funny…” I said, taking a real one and rolling it. It moved slowly. It was actually painfully slow. But it went straight. And it got a strike.
“That’s…one way to play” he shrugged.
“Shut up and roll.”
We spent the game in silence, me doing my granny style, slow roll and him more or less using perfect form. He was beating me, but clearly he’d been here before. Finally, I chimed in.
“You didn’t take me here to impress me, did you? Because that would be sad.”
“No, I took you here because you were walking around like a runway model on those shoes and pouting about it. And I thought that was sad” he playfully shot back.
“I guess we’re both sad then.”
“Guess so. But I’m sad and winning” he smirked.
I shook my head and smiled, taking the challenge.
“So how are you liking volleyball?”
“I mean, I respect the sport a lot more. I enjoy it. But my teammates are…”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard.”
“How are you liking the basketball team?”
“Not bad. I wish you made it though. Would have made practice less boring.”
“Well whose fault is that?” I asked.
He did the “Thinker” pose for a moment, as if asking himself that question. “Me? Me, right? I can only apologize so many times.”
“Try another” I joked, sending my ball on a slow roll out.
“Samantha, I am incredibly sorry I was a douche before. Please forgive me” he joked.
“Hmm…” I said as my ball hit the pins. “Next time get on your hands and knees and we’ll see” I said.
We played three more games before my arms got tired, and our time on the lane was up. Reluctantly, I traded in my bowling shoes for the heels and walked back to the counter. As he took them, I checked my phone.
From Jasmine:
“Heya, got home early from partying! As soon as you get back, we’re going back out though! I want to take you to this get together at the frat house. They’ll just love your outfit!”
I groaned.
“What?” asked Greg.
“Nothing, just…not looking forward to my roommate.”
“Well I’d suggest we stay here but I sort of spent all my cash on you” he admitted. “Even if I don’t feel like I’ve made it up to you yet.”
As we walked out the door, I suddenly had an idea. “I do have one thought…”
“Which is?” he smiled.
“I’m going back to your dorm” I informed him firmly, as if it wasn’t up for debate.
He looked a bit taken aback as we walked out into the cold. Man, it really had gotten chilly.
“Head out of the gutter, dingus. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to go to your place and you’re going to give me boy clothes. I’m going to put them on and we’re going to pretend we’re just two normal people, watching action movies. Okay?”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I…don’t get a lot of chances to just be myself” I admitted.
“Well then, let’s make you the you that you are meant to be” he agreed, seeing me shiver in the cold.
“Don’t even think about it” I threatened.
He nodded with a grin.
And finally, after a block, with the wind blowing hard at us, I sighed.
“Jacket.”
He didn’t need more than that, and put his coat around me. It was warm and I tried really, REALLY hard not to imagine how the two of us looked together.
Finally, we made it back to his dorm and hurried up. “Someone after you?” he asked as he noticed my head on a swivel.
“Maybe I just don’t want to be seen heading into your dorm and wearing your jacket?” I hissed.
“Why not. You could do worse than me” he teased. Soon enough, we were in his dorm.
Oh…oh how I missed this.
The mess.
The smell.
The dumb posters on the wall.
A boy’s dorm.
I took off his jacket and handed it to him. “Get me some sweats.”
He happily did so as I took off my heels, taking his black sweats and heading into his bathroom.
Soon enough, I was in ratty clothes, watching a dumb movie about good guys shooting bad guys, sitting with Greg on the couch and pondering actually forgiving him. I needed this type of guy time to stay sane.
Maybe I could get used to it.

This is part one of Samantha’s struggles in sissy sports. Part two is currently on my patreon, which will remain ahead on this story as I continue to write and publish its pieces.
Thanks to everyone for reading. I hope you like it!
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“You’re free to go, sissy.”
They’d told me those words when they’d discharged me from the summer camp, the Draconian, terrible place that I’d spent my break. Those four months had been the longest of my life, but even as I left, I wasn’t really free. They told me I was. But they also gave me several conditions of my “parole,” conditions that could get me sent back if I broke them.
 
Condition #1: Don’t Do It Again.
 
That was easy enough. My attempt to go viral, my attempt at the prank, had gone horribly wrong. What was just supposed to be a harmless if overly elaborate joke turned into a fire, property damage and enough charges to get me expelled from college. Luckily my stepmother knew the judge. At least I thought it was lucky. These days, I was starting to wonder if she was the one who’d pushed him to go so hard on me, so that the alternative he offered seemed like a better choice. It could have been a set up from the start.
But I was never going to get in trouble again. I’d seen what happened to people who went back for round two. As much as I hated what they made me, I was only medium. I’d seen some poor souls there who were well-done by the time they left again.
 
Condition #2: Be Put Under The Care Of A Compliance Officer
 
That one was also pretty simple. Part of the damage I had done was burning down a section of a sorority house. When my stepmother reached out to them in hopes of finding what amounted to my parole officer, one gladly volunteered. In fact, she was too glad. She loved to make sure my outfit was perfect, to make me redo my nails, to make my life even harder than it already was. The fact that we were roommates didn’t help. She had all day to torture me with her stupid rules and expectation.
 
Condition #3: Keep Your Grades Up
 
I’d always been a pretty good student and unlike some of the repeat offenders at the camp, they hadn’t messed with my head. I was still me, at least mentally, and ready to protect that at all cost. In fact, I was doing better in school than I ever had. The nightmares I had about vapid, giggling girls who’d had deep conversations with me only a few months before saw to that. One of the offenders there had been a math major who got caught running the largest cheating operation in his college’s history. By the time he got out, I don’t think you could have asked them to do arithmetic.
Come to think about it, he had a stepmom he didn’t get along with either…
All that was to say that I didn’t want to break the rules. But after they released me, as I tried my best to stay in line, I realized that maybe they wanted me to fail. They must have, because the fourth and last rule was absurd.
 
Condition #4: Must Participate On An Athletic Team
 
The people at the camp claimed that this rule was there to motivate their sissies to be well rounded, and that playing sports usually led to less issues and rule breaking. But if my few scattered conversations with returning sissies were any indication, this was one which had tripped up so many. With our new bodies, it was easy to see why. We weren’t made for athletics. But I needed to make a team. So here I was.
Basketball tryouts.
Truth be told, I probably looked ridiculous. The softest blonde hair I’d ever felt hung back in a ponytail behind me. My delicate features and adorable face were trying to look determined, but I probably just looked cute. My shoulders were now so narrow that it was hard to look imposing, and my arms were so thin that if I flexed them, everyone would laugh. My slender, dainty hands certainly didn’t help matters. Neither did my hourglass waist, which not even my oversized jersey could completely hide. Almost all these clothes were oversized on me, including the baggy gym shorts which I had secured by tying their drawstrings as tight as humanly possible. Luckily my wide hips kept them firmly in place.
Then there were my long, smooth legs, supple and hairless, leading into a pink pair of sneakers. Unfortunately, they were the only ones I could find in my size.
I must have looked so small, so tiny as I walked into the gym next to all these college guys. Basketball had been my best sport but now…all they’d done to me had made this a seemingly impossible task. It was my last option though. I’d already failed in my tryouts for baseball, where the bats were too heavy for me to effectively swing. I’d tried crew, but I didn’t have the upper body strength to row. Plus a boy had thought it’d be funny to push me in the water and see through my wet tee-shirt. At least that had been better than my attempt at football. Some dude had tackled me so hard…well, tackle isn’t the right word. He’d lifted me like I was nothing and then threw me down on the turf, hands suddenly on my breasts.
“Oops, sorry” he said as though it wasn’t entirely on purpose. It was at that moment I realized I couldn’t try contact sports.
So here I was, walking onto the court as every guy stopped and stared. Most of them would have no doubt heard about the boy who’d been enrolled in the Sissy Reformation Program. But to see me here, dressed like this…
One started to laugh.
I shot him a glare and started to stretch, getting warm before grabbing one of the balls. Even after all they’d done to me, I still knew the game. I still understood how to be part of a team. So as I dribbled out there, I could only hope I’d somehow make it.
“I knew you’d be a good ball handler” joked one of the taller guys, walking up to me and circling as he inspected the sissy.
I rolled my eyes and tried to walk on, but he blocked my way.
“You really think you have a shot, Blondie?”
“I don’t have time for this. I’m trying to get warm” I said, staring him down.
“Is that a sports bra under your jersey?” he laughed as I walked past. It was. But I needed it unless I wanted my C cups to jiggle about.
As the official tryout time neared, the coach finally entered the place. He looked about and saw the old faces, the new hopefuls…and me. He stopped looking when he saw me.
“Hey, you…” he said, walking over. “You can’t be serious.”
I put the ball under my arm and looked up to him. “Dead serious.”
“No, I’m serious. You’re just going to be a distraction in these tryouts.”
“The rules say anyone is allowed to try and make the team. Anyone. You can’t discriminate against me, even if you think I’m a distraction.”
He sighed and looked about, shaking his head. “Fine, but don’t come bawling to me when someone shoves you” he said, blowing his whistle.I put my hands on my hips and joined the other boys that were lined up. I had to make the team. Or else.
“First off, dribbling. Newbies try to dribble from one end of the court to another while the starters guard them. You first” said the coach, pointing at me. Apparently he wanted to set an example.
I took a ball as the boy who’d laughed at me squared up in front, smiling and waiting for me to dribble.
Here goes nothing.
I moved out, trying to slowly and simply dribble…and immediately got the ball stripped from me. He bounced it back and I tried again.
And again.
And again.
I was indignant, angry, shameful, looking like I might cry as the coach blew his whistle and sent the next newbie in. This was ridiculous. It was unfair. But I couldn’t let them see me cry, no matter how much this stupid estrogen wanted me to. I had to get angry, not upset. So I just stood there, gritting my teeth as the next challenge came.
Once all the boys had shown their dribbling prowess, the couch brought us all to the basket to see our shooting skills. Each one of us lined up on the free throw line and tried to make as many as possible.
Again, he chose me first.
As much as I didn’t appreciate him putting me on the spot, I felt a bit better about this. There was no one guarding me, no one looking to make me feel stupid. So I got up to the line, took my shot…
And didn’t even reach the rim.
Looking about in embarrassment, I grabbed another ball and tried again, throwing it harder. But for every foot I added to my shot, I lost some accuracy. I was basically doing the motion I would have done if I were shooting a half court shot, just putting power behind it and praying. By the third throw, I managed to hit the backboard, but that was all I did before my time was up.
I could feel the shame welling more and more, boiling in my stomach as I tried to keep it together. I was failing. I was panicking. The room almost felt like it was liting slightly, spinning slowly and threatening to send me to the floor. I spent almost all the time between then and the final challenge just trying to pull myself together, trying to be ready. Finally, it came time for the scrimmage. I was put at tip off, with the guy who’d called me Blondie on the other team.
“You should really just go home” he smirked as he looked to me, waiting for the coach to throw it up.
“Fuck off” I growled.
“Oh, Blondie’s gonna throw a temper tantrum. Better make sure you don’t break a nail” he grinned as the couch threw it up. I jumped for the ball…but he jumped a foot higher, passing it back to his team as I went on defense. I could hardly keep up with the flow of the game. Everyone was at least a head taller than me. I was just trying my best, hoping that there might be some bonus points for tenacity. The other players came and went but the coach made sure I was in the whole time, no doubt trying to prove his point. With one minute left in the scrimmage, I was fighting for my life. I needed something. I needed anything. So when the ball came loose…
I jumped for it, getting a breakaway and heading for the basket. The clock ran down. The other team was up by one. I just needed to get a basket, just one basket. So I went for an easy layup-
And a moment later, I was looking up at that jerk from the ground. He had fouled me, hit me hard mid-shot and sent me to the floor. I groaned in pain as he looked down at me.
“Don’t cry Blonde. You’re gonna get some foul shots” he smirked.
Sure enough, the other boys had gathered in their places, snickering as I slowly rose. The coach bounced the ball to me as I went to the free throw line. One second left. I needed to make both baskets.
Taking a breath, I shot.
“Princess!” came the loud cough from next to me, and I wish I could say it threw me off. But the ball wasn’t going in regardless. It barely reached the rim.
I sighed, red faced and nearly tearing up as they bounced the ball back. Just make this one. If not for the tryout, just make this one for yourself. Just prove to yourself you weren’t this useless. I took another deep breath…
And airballed it. The buzzer went off and the guys all shook their heads. Most went to pack up their gym bags. The douche who’d fouled me walked over.
“Told you just to go home. You aren’t an athlete. You’re more WAG material” he winked before leaving me there. The boys all left, knowing that almost no one was getting cut at the first tryout. No one but me, of course. The coach gave me one last look before leaving and then simply shrugged before walking out the door.

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I was bawling.
I’d missed my chance. I’d humiliated myself. I’d let everyone know how weak and girly I was. And for what? Now I was just going back to be brainwashed. It was over. It was all over. And I was crying like a little girl.
Head in my hands, I sobbed in a way I would have never allowed as a guy. But it was a bit late for pride. I might as well get it out while I could still cry about it, before my shame and humiliation was replaced by a fake smile. It was over. Why not cry like some priss?
“Excuse me?” asked a voice from behind.
I turned to see a girl dressed for volleyball, looking down at me with as much concern as a crying girl ought to get. It would have been sweet if being caught like this wasn’t so mortifying. I quickly wiped my tears and tried to act fine. “Um…sorry about that…”
She looked me over, no doubt taken aback by the slender girl in the men’s gym clothes. To anyone who didn’t know, I just looked like a girl. Even people who did know had trouble believing it and I’d had a few occasions where I had to just shamefully give up trying to convince people that I really was a boy. “You here for tryouts?”
“I was” I shrugged.
“Was?” she asked. “What, did you change your mind?”
I shook my head. “No, I already…” I trailed off, watching as a few girls came in behind her, putting up the volleyball nets and getting ready.
“Already what? Listen, if you’re afraid you won’t make it, don’t worry. We didn’t have enough girls last year anyway” she explained.
I looked blankly to her, to the nets going up, to the girls moving to the corner of the gym.
Maybe I couldn’t make any of the boy’s teams. But I could make a girl’s team. Right?
“Oh, sweet. And I wasn’t worried. It was just…uh…personal…stuff” I explained.
She nodded. “Some boy break your heart?”
“Um…kinda” I muttered, walking to the bench. I set myself up, getting a sip of water and thinking for a few moments. I’d played volleyball in gym and I was pretty good at it. Besides, it couldn’t be too hard if these girls were doing it. I just had to be accepted and I was home free.
“Hey, are you new?” asked a girl as she approached, looking me over. I hate to say it, but she had to look down to do so. They’d managed to make me 5ft7, but it wasn’t just that. She was rather tall and athletic, clearly more built for sports than anything else.
“Yeah” I explained. “Just…wanted to try something new this year.”
“Alright, let’s volley” she smiled, taking a ball and hitting it to me. I yelped, taken by surprise and trying my best to return it. Luckily we were going pretty easy with it, but she still had to advance slightly to return my hit.
Back and forth we went, my body and mind getting in tune to figure out how to do this. “What’s with the getup?” she asked.
“Oh?” I asked, knowing that my male gym clothes must have seemed strange. “Just…some old stuff I had.”
“Well you look stupid” she snorted. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you in the uniform soon.”
I tried to smile back like that was something that sounded good as the last of the girls filtered in.
”I’m Abby” she offered.
“Samantha” I hit back, getting into a good rhythm with this. It was just in time too.
“Line up, ladies” came a commanding voice as the captain entered the room. She was a tall blonde, fit and oozing authority. I got the idea that even if she wasn’t the best volleyball player, she’d still be in charge. I followed the others as they formed a line at the edge of the court.
The captain made her way down the line, inspecting the girls and mostly just nodding as she saw the familiar faces. I just tried to give an awkward smile, looking to her as friendly as possible as she approached. But she didn’t return the smile. She looked me over with narrowing eyes before giving me a glare that felt like it was boring its way into my head. She must have known…
“Okay, girls” she said, with special emphasis on the second word. “It looks like we have more or less the same team from last year so this tryout will mostly just be a practice. Some scrimmages, just stuff to shake off the off-season rust.”
Everyone took their positions, the starters taking the lead as me and another newer girl were ushered into our positions. I tried to watch the others as much as I could, learning all that was possible on the fly and trying to mimic them. It was slow going at first, Abby next to me as our side of the net got some cohesion going. I wasn’t great, but I didn’t embarrass myself, so that was something. It almost made me feel good after so many horrible tryouts. I was doing okay. Maybe it was a girl’s sport. Maybe everyone was going easy. Maybe I wasn’t great. But I was doing okay. That felt better than nothing.
“Let me sub in” said the captain, circling the courts and inspecting all the players. She replaced one of the players in the front line on the other side of the net. I tossed the ball back to our server before looking back to her, expecting that same glare.
What I saw was worse.
She was smiling, an evil, cheshire smile.
We served the ball and they returned it, getting a good volley going as both sides managed their space well. From behind the net, she even looked a bit impressed. And then their setter put the ball up in the air, right above her and-
I was on my back, still feeling the sting of the ball against my face. She spiked it as hard as possible, right at my head. I was fine, more or less but…ow.
“You okay?” asked Abby with concern as the captain crossed her arms.
“Sorry” she said with a voice which held no sympathy as I slowly got up. “You want to go take a break and recover?”
I looked to her with my own glare now, shaking my head. “No. I’m staying in.”
She cocked her head as if surprised, or at least amused. “Alright. Let’s go tough girl.”
She didn’t try it again but as the scrimmages went on, the games got a bit more serious. The girls were warm and getting back into it, and I had to struggle to keep up. I made some mistakes but nothing embarrassing. In fact, I was a bit surprised at how well I was adapting.
“Alright, back in line” said the captain after about an hour of practicing. We all retook our places and she walked up and down to inspect us. She must have done two or three passes before she finally sighed and pointed to me.
“Step out here.”
I looked around and then stepped out of line, all eyes on me.
“What’s your name?”
“Samantha…what’s yours?” I awkwardly joked.
“Kim” she dryly answered. “Why the shorts?”
I looked down to the male gym shorts and shrugged. “Sorry, these were all I had.”
“Funny. They didn’t take all your clothes when they shipped you off to Sissy Camp?”
A few girls gasped. Some snickered. Most just stared at me. Truth be told, more than a few must have known. But it took Kim to actually bring it to the forefront.
I uncomfortably reached down and anxiously fiddled with the drawstrings. “Uh…most of them…” I admitted.
“Tell me…” she said, reaching forward and grabbing me by the chin, forcing me to face her. “Why should we let a sissy on the team?”
All the girls looked at me like it was a good question, and like they wanted an answer.
“Um…because I want to play? I want to join the team. I mean…I won’t be a problem! I promise!” I insisted. “I’ll just be one of the girls. I’ll fit in just fine.”
At those words, the devious grin returned. “Just one of the girls, huh?” she asked, looking to her teammates.
I nodded, willing to say anything to get on the team.
“Well…” she smiled, letting go of my chin and crossing her arms. “You did alright. And we are short on players. I suppose if you promise to be like one of the girls, to do what we do, not expect any special treatment, we can let you in.”
I barely had time to crack a grin before she added. “But if you step out of line and break that promise, you’re done. Got it, Samantha?” she asked.
My grin melted away before it even formed. I just gave a scared nod and she smirked, patting me on the head. “Good. First practice is tomorrow. I’ll bring you some more suitable clothes.”
And with that, all the other girls began to get their things, stealing glances at the sissy like I was some sort of carnival freakshow.
“So…” said Abby, looking at me with a new set of eyes. I frowned when I saw her confusion and suspicion.
“If you’re going to say I should have told you, you didn’t ask” I reminded her.
She put up her hands. “Hey, I don’t care. I mean, I definitely care. But there’s a lot of season. Lots of time for me to figure out whether we’re friends or not.”
With that, she walked off. My eyes followed her out the door, but paused when they saw another figure waiting there.
Jasmine.
My ‘Compliance Officer.’
I sighed and made my way to her, slinging my gym bag over my shoulder. “What?”
“You didn’t show at home and tryouts were from nine to ten. I was worried you might be out somewhere, working a gloryhole for drug money” she pouted. I was used to her teasing me but it was still annoying. I’d made a sport’s team by the skin of my teeth though. So I was actually in a good mood for once.
“I stayed later for the volleyball tryouts.”
“Our school doesn’t have a boy’s vol…” she trailed off, shock on her face. “You didn’t! That’s not fair!”
“It is, actually. There’s nothing in the rules against it. Trust me. You read the rules to torment me, I read them to save my life. I know them better than you” I assured her.
“Alright. Fine” she said, looking more than a bit disappointed. But then, she put on a smile. Only thing was, I couldn’t tell if it was real or not. “I didn’t want to lose you so soon anyway. It would have sucked if you only got to be my roomie for a few weeks before getting shipped back to Sissy Camp.”
“Yeah. It would have sucked” I sarcastically replied.
BZZZ
I reached down and grabbed my phone out of my bag, seeing I’d been added to the team’s groupchat.
And Kim had typed up a message.
“Hey girls (And Samantha.) So excited about the season with you all! I’m hosting a party tonight at my house and not to say attendance is mandatory, but I HIGHLY suggest you all show up.”
A winking emoji followed. Great. She was sure being subtle.
“It’s just off campus and there’s a pool, so dress accordingly. I think team chemistry and cohesion is important, so I really want us to mingle and be friendly with each other. See you there!”
“What was that?” asked Jasmine.
“Just made the team. Officially” I said, putting my phone back. I couldn’t let Jasmine know about the party, even if I had to go. She could be a bit…sadistic when it came to ‘helping’ me. Especially when clothing was involved.
“Listen, I’m going to go talk to my teammate, try to learn more about the sport. I’ll see you back at the dorm tonight? Late?” I asked, already starting on my way out.
“Fine. Just don’t get into trouble. You can still end up back in camp. Trust me” she told me as I hurried down the halls of the gym complex, trying to catch Abby.
“Hey!” I said as I came up from behind her. She turned with a furrowed brow, probably wondering why I’d chased her.
“Yeah?”
“Can you…can you…please…help me with the party tonight?” I asked.
“Help you?”
“I don’t own a bathing suit and I can’t let my roommate get me one and I can’t buy anything because she can see all my bank statements and I’d get in trouble” I explained in what seemed like one breath. Abby, for her part, just snorted.
“You think we’re the same size?”
I looked to her and then to me, blushing at the size difference. “Um…no…” I said, realizing that I might be cooked.
“And why me?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Because…” I said, looking annoyed to say it. “You’re the only one who’s treated me nice since this happened.”
She considered that and considered me, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. “This might be 90% pity, but fine. Come on.”
She turned and walked ahead, leaving me to stand there. Didn’t she just say she couldn’t help? But as she walked, I quickly began to hurry after, wondering what she had in mind.

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“No.”
She raised her brows at me, silently asking if she’d heard me right. We were currently in her dorm, going through her roommate’s clothes. Luckily her roomie was cool with it, and more or less my size. But that didn’t mean I had to like the options she had. For example, the bikini she was holding was just…
No.
“Do you have some other swimwear lying around that I don’t know about? Because you OBVIOUSLY can’t wear trunks” she said, pointing to my chest as I blushed and looked down. “Besides, Kim is going to be looking for any chance to get rid of you. You heard her. You need to be one of the girls. And all the girls will be in bikinis.”
“Right” I muttered, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “But I’ve just…”
“Never worn a bikini before? Tough. Now take those stupid clothes off and put these on while I find a coverup.”
I grumbled and took the bikini out of her hands, heading to their small bathroom and slowly getting undressed. The worst part was that she was right. As I pulled off my tee and pulled down my shorts, I was presented with the visage of a young, attractive woman. I knew I wasn’t that, but it’s hard to argue with a reflection. Heck, if you just had a silhouette of me, you’d think it were the perfect pear=shaped body that they talk about girls having in health class. But even for that, I’d have to be a rather slender pair.
Taking off my bra, I was presented with perhaps my least favorite part of my feminization. They weren’t too big for my lithe frame but they certainly weren’t small either. They were C cups and they were as perfect and perky as anyone could ask for. That was one of the many ‘perks’ of being transformed via the most cutting edge technology in existence.
I put on the powder blue string bikini top, tying it as best I could and frowning as I looked to the mirror. I looked like…well, I always looked like a cute girl. But the bikini wasn’t going to help. Then there were the bottoms…
I pulled down my panties without looking and put on the bottoms the same way, not wanting to see my current state down below. There was enough to make me cringe without checking in on that. When they were finally on, I checked to make they were properly fitted, frowning as I saw the back. They covered most of my cheeks but not all of them. I was showing some butt, and grumbling to myself as I realized there was no way not to. Adjusting did no good.
Finally, I walked out. Abby lowered the white dress that she was looking over to see me, snickering once she did. “Sorry…“ she said. “You’re just so…”
“Yeah, I know” I gruffly replied, though it was hard to sound gruff with my high pitched voice.
“Here” she said, tossing me the white coverup as I realized she’d already changed. She was wearing a black one piece.
“Seriously?”
“Dead serious, sissy. And I haven’t heard a ‘you’re welcome’ yet?”
I grumbled and put on the coverup. “You’re welcome for helping me out, even if it seems like you’re having plenty of fun with it.”
“I was actually hoping for a ‘you’re welcome’ for finding a suit that makes your butt look so good” she joked as she checked her phone. “You know you can just quit the team right? I mean, are you sure you’re all in on this?”
I took a moment to consider and then nodded. There really wasn’t any alternative.
“Good. Then let’s party, gurl.”
She grabbed her purse and I grabbed my bag, slipping my tiny feet back into my sneakers and following her out. I did my best to hide behind, feeling as naked and vulnerable as could be in this stupid bikini and the coverup that was practically transparent. A few guys looked down at me with smiles, making me blush and shrink. A few girls gave me looks of judgement…or was that comparison? Were they mentally checking my body and style against theirs?
Whatever it was, it continued as we made our way out of her residence hall and towards the houses on the edge of campus. Abby apparently knew which was Kim’s and knocked at the door when we arrived. Kim opened it, beaming when she saw my outfit and inviting us in.
“Oh, SAMANTHA! Look how pretty you are” she teased as we walked inside.
“Thanks” I muttered, seeing that most of the other girls were wearing shorts over their bottoms, wearing one pieces or just not dressed for the pool.
“Come on, take that off and let us see your suit! I’m so jealous of it!” gushed Kim as the other girls stopped what they were doing to take notice of me. I paused for a moment, seeing her expectant eyes and knowing that I was going to have to do what she said. So I slowly reached down and pulled it off me, standing there in nothing but my string bikini and feeling more naked than I’d ever felt in my life.
One of the girls couldn’t help herself. She burst out laughing.
Others just looked in shock.
Kim’s smile grew.
“Girls, I want you all to gather around” she smirked, putting an arm around me as the rest of the girls all filtered into the room, their stares feeling like burning lights on my bare skin.
“I just want to make an official announcement. I had my doubts but I want to apologize: Samantha here is clearly all girl. I mean, NO ONE could look at her right now and say otherwise. Right?” she asked, looking down at me as my lower lip quivered in rage and shame.
“So don’t treat her any different. I mean, come on!” she said, gesturing to my body. “She’s one of us now. All girl. A hottie. Don’t you agree?”
One of the girls suppressed her giggling enough to raise a hand and answer.
“Agreed. She’s just SUCH a sissy. I mean, who can deny it?”
“Here, I want to try something” said one of the other girls, a redhead wearing a bikini top and denim shorts. She was ripped, her abs flexing as she lifted herself off the ground where she was laying back. She made her way over to the kitchen table and sat down. “Get over here.”
I was going to ask why when a hard SMACK to my butt sent me forward. Kim’s handprint was still stinging on my rump as I sat. The redhead leaned forward and put her arm out.
Oh no…
A few of the girls laughed as they realized what this was, and a pleading look to Abby just gave me a shrug in return. Slowly, I extended my arm out, getting into position.
“Three, two, one…arm wrestle!” exclaimed Kim.
I used all my might, trying to send the redhead’s arm to the table. But I couldn’t even budge her. She laughed as she kept me in place. “Wow, they did a number on you. Huh?” she asked.
“Use both hands!” offered Kim. I was frustrated, so frustrated I didn’t think. If I had, I would have thought about how winning with both hands wasn’t worth the risk of failing with both. But my ego, pride and masculinity were hurt right now, angry and throbbing in pain. So I brought both hands…
And she began to push mine down, sending them both into the table.
Sure, she was muscular. She was probably the strongest of all the girls. But I was still nearly crying in shame.
“See girls. She’s not a threat” gloated Kim. “She’s just a sissy. Our sissy. And we’re going to have a heck of a season together!”
Sitting there in my bikini, I realized exactly what I’d gotten myself into. It was going to be a heck of a season.
The only question was whether I could survive it.

This is part 4 of 7 in All-Star Sissy (though with enough demand, I might do more continuations and spinoffs.) You can read the whole thing, and all my stories, on my patreon:
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Things…hadn’t been terrible recently.
Volleyball was getting so close to the first game that they could hardly focus on me anymore. There were a few passing jibes but everyone’s attention was on the start of the season, mine included. I was actually getting pretty good at the game in a way that was hard to deny, even if it wasn’t exactly a masculine display of athleticism. I had to use my smaller, weaker body effectively, efficiently handling myself more on game sense than anything else. But I was doing it.
And Greg was saving me from everything else.
I would never, EVER let him know it, but being able to hang out with him was such a relief. Jasmine was never going to say no to me being over in a guy’s dorm and so I’d been able to use him as an excuse to avoid her humiliations whenever I needed to. Plus, his dorm was the only place where I could be myself. I could watch bad action movies or gory horror movies, be an unkempt mess and not care about any of it. Plus, he was not entirely a douche. Not to say he was cool. But just not entirely a douche.
I wouldn’t even tell him that, to be honest. The dude’s got an inflated view of himself already.
It wasn’t perfect, but it was coasting compared to what I was used to. Even Abby, seeing the torture of me giving way to focus of the game she loved, was a bit less cold. We started eating lunch together, talking practice and discussing the season.
“Our schedule is pretty easy at the start, minus the opener. State is going to be tough.”
“Yeah” I agreed. “But we do have to beat them. Rivalry and all.”
“Of course we have to beat them. Not just beat them but grind their faces into the hardwood floors until they regret ever coming here” said Abby.
“Um…right” I tepidly agreed. That seemed a bit extreme…
“Don’t go soft on me. I need you ready to kill out there.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hold anything back out there. This is my first chance to prove myself, after all.”
“I know. Just don’t get in my way” she smiled.
After lunch, I made my way over to Greg’s dorm, thinking back to what I used to do around this time. Jasmine used to take me shopping and make me try on a ton of outfits, and then returned them, telling the cashier they weren’t quite girly enough for me. But now, on Thursday, I had a new habit.
Movie marathon.
“What’s up?” smiled Greg as he opened the door for me, looking me up and down in my purple sundress.
“I know, Jasmine picked it out. Other than that, nothing much” I said, extending a hand as he gave me sweats.
“I got Steven Segal all queued up” he smiled, looking down at me a moment before looking away.
“Perfect. Just let me change and we can bro out” I promised, heading to his bathroom and taking off my dress. Part of me had been hoping that practice would give me a bit more of an impressive body, but there wasn’t a ton to be said in the way of muscle growth. My butt, however, did seem to benefit a bit. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at the mirror, pouting at the pert cheeks in my thong.
Why couldn’t anything be easy?
Putting on the sweats and taking off my 3 inch heels, I headed out to the couch, jumping onto it and plopping down next to Greg.
“Ready for the movie?” I asked. For some reason he was just looking at me, hesitating for a second.
“Sure…totally” he agreed, quickly fumbling for the remote and starting us off.
All and all, my new routine was pretty good. But there always seemed to be a monkeywrench waiting just at the periphery of my life and ready to be thrown in.
In this instance, it was Stella.
Stella had once been Steven, a lady’s man on his campus who had slept with just about any girl he wanted to. He had a lot of fun and left a lot of broken hearts in his wake, including the daughter of the judge that sentenced him. I’m not sure if that had an influence over him being sent to Sissy Camp, but it definitely hadn’t helped.
I’d only heard about that version of her though. The one I knew…
Friday was the last practice before the game and we were all going as hard as we could. We wanted to be perfect for when the time game, to move without thinking, to cooperate without talking, to be the best we could be.
As sweat caked our bodies and the top of the hour finally came, Kim gestured for us all to come to her. She was gathered by the bench with a clipboard and a very annoyed expression on her face.
“Alright…girls” she said, shooting me a glare for no real reason. She’d never had a good reason but this seemed particularly egregious. “As you know, tomorrow night is the big game. I need everyone at their best, so no parties, no doing anything stupid and no complaining. Good nights’ sleep and focus. Alright?”
All the girls nodded.
“Good. This is not only our opener, but it’s against our biggest rival. We can’t lose. With that in mind…” she sighed, reluctantly looking down to her sheet. “This is the starting lineup for the game.”
She started to list off our best players and I could guess all of them. It didn’t matter though. Riding the bench still kept me out of Sissy Camp, so I was fine being just another player on the side lines. I did smile over to Abby when she got picked though. She smiled back, even if it was less wide than mine.
As we got to the end, I was practically mouthing along with Kim. Sarah. Then Kate. Next Caitlin…
“And…ugh…Samantha” grumbled Kim.
Wait, what?
Caitlin seemed just as surprised as I was, but a lot more ticked off.
“What do you mean? That’s my position!”
“And maybe if you were doing better in practice, I wouldn’t have to put the sissy there!” snapped Kim.
“She’s like a twig! I could break her in half if I wanted to!”
“Yeah well she’s a more coordinated twig than you are! And we can’t lose to state!”
Caitlin fumed as I stood there in disbelief. Kim was starting…me?
I guess she cared about winning more than appearances but…huh.
“Do you think you’re better than me?” asked Caitlin, charging over and spitting the words at me.
“Listen, if Kim says-”
Before I could make my debate, Caitlin lifted me off my feet and held me against the gym wall.
Sure, it was humiliating, but I was still on a cloud at the idea I’d actually done this well. I hadn’t had a lot of chances to prove myself and this was…huh?.
“You think I’m letting some bimbo sissy start over me!”
Abby rushed to my side and was probably going to clock Caitlin in the face but before the confrontation went any further, the gym door opened and we heard the sound of clicks, clacks and giggles.
“OMG, Samantha! It’s so good to see you!” beamed Stella as everyone in the place turned to her.
Before Stella walked in the room, Caitlin was right. I was a bimbo sissy. I was a hot, blonde, dress and high heel wearing sissy, and they couldn’t imagine anyone as sissy as me. But when Stella arrived…I looked downright tomboyish.
She was wearing pink 6 inch heels (not counting the platforms), a pink and white striped microskirt and a pink half shirt which showed off both her midriff and cleavage. There were jeweled piercings in her lobes, up her ears and in her bellybutton. Her nails were so long that you had to wonder how she used her hands, unless you were me of course. I knew she probably didn’t. She had a fiancee for that. Everything about her was pink, from her clothes to her lips to the gum she was chewing as her freshly blown out blonde hair flounced with each step.
She walked right up to us as if she didn’t see anything strange about the scene and Caitlin let me down as she approached, shock on her face.
“Girl, are you seriously doing volleyball! Don’t you know that if you get sent back twice, you don’t have to do sports anymore! OMG, you just look so frumpy in that…” she pouted.
Everyone stared in silence, probably wondering if she was going to bust out of her top as each step made her cleavage bounce.
“This Stella…my roommate at Sissy Camp...” I sighed.
“It’s like, so nice to meet you all! I’m Stella Embers! Soon to be Stella Jones!” she said as she put out her hand to show me the massive, diamond engagement ring on her finger.
“Wait, Stella…Steven Embers?” asked one of the girls in shock.
“Lol, small world!” she said, looking over to Sarah as Sarah stood aghast.
“Wanna get out of here?” she asked, turning back to me. “We have so much to talk about!”
I gulped and nodded, looking to Abby for backup. The three of us headed out of the place as the girls muttered and whispered for each other. I didn’t get much but I did hear “In for the weekend” and “One night stand.”
Abby kept glancing between me and Stella, giving me looks as if to ask what the heck was going on until we reached the cafe. As we neared our usual seat, Stella asked “Where do they have the salads?”
“Um…there…” came Abby’s awkward reply. She watched her go off, placid and ditzy, and then turned to me once she was out of earshot.
“What the heck is her deal?!”
“She got sent back to the Camp” I shrugged. Sometimes I forgot how insane these things would seem to someone who wasn’t there. I was the only sissy on campus and it seemed like after weeks and weeks, there were still people who weren’t even used to me.
“Got sent…was she always-”
“A ditzy bimbo who is marrying some rich dude? Yeah. Typical dude” came my sardonic reply. “Of course not. She used to be a ladies man.”
Abby’s eyes nearly bulged out of their skull. “So she used to like…”
“Yes, they changed her orientation. They change more and more when you get sent back. That’s why I didn’t want to fail at volleyball. I’ve told you that!”
Abby looked back to the buxom girl making every guy stare as she leaned over the salad bar, her childbirthing hips and dumptruck butt threatening to peek out from her tiny skirt. “Yeah but I never realized…” she muttered.
“If I fail at volleyball, I end up like that.”
For all Abby had done to seem aloof, cool and uninterested in my struggle, she did go pale when she heard that. “Did they mess with your head at all?”
“Slightly. I don’t manspread anymore, but that’s about it” I said. I tried not to think about the fact they’d cracked open my mind and tinkered with it. It was a thought that made me indignant each time, or else terrified by the things they could have done to me if they’d wanted to.
“But…but they could just…rewrite you?” she asked in horror as she looked to me with more empathy than she’s outwardly shown before.
“Yeah. I’d drop out of school, marry some rich guy…you wouldn’t even recognize me…” I sighed as Stella returned.
“So give me the detes, girl! Do you have a man? Or several?” she asked as she leaned in towards me.
“Nope. Volleyball keeps me busy” I said, not wanting to explain to her that I still liked girls. At least I was pretty sure I did. It wasn’t like there was much I could do about it now…
“So you’re almost handling balls as much as I am” she winked. “I can’t wait til you meet my fiancee. He’s just so perfect” she squealed. “And he’s going to have plenty of cute cousins coming to the wedding!”
“Excuse me…so you’re marrying some guy?” asked Abby.
“Not just ’some guy,’ Mister Right!” she giggled.
“And you…sleep together?” asked Abby.
“Oh, we do much more than sleep. People always ask about my heels but they’re not the real thing that keeps me from walking right.”
Abby’s eyes went wide.
“Now Samantha, we do have to get you fitted for a bridesmaid dress soon! And please, please, please get a plus one! It breaks my heart to know you’re not getting dick like you should be!”
I blushed and looked down at the table. “Right…um…right. Sure. I’ll see” I offered, if only to get her off my back.
Abby was still slack jawed, trying to process it, occasionally looking at the mountains of breasts that protruded from Stella’s chest and into her barely decent top.
“Anyway, I just wanted to stop in and catch up because I had to meet with my future mother in law. She’s in this town and I saw the campus and I just…eeee!!! It’s so good to see you, Samantha!” she said, getting up and giving me a hug as I sat.
I watched her walk away, and so did everyone else in the cafe. The guys leered. The girls looked as if they didn’t know someone like that could exist out of anime.
As she finally left, I finally noticed the buzzing of my phone. There was activity in the group chat and I seemed at the center of it.
“Is that the Steven Embers who visited campus last year?!”
“@Samantha, answer me!”
“There’s no way that’s him! They can’t be!”
I sighed and put my head on the table.
“Hey, don’t worry. You’re not going to end up like that” promised Abby.
“I’m not worried about that. I mean, I am. I definitely am. But...I mean, look at what I am already?” I asked as I put my arms out to my side, letting her see the full view of the blonde sissy girl that sat before her.
“You’re a good player and you’re my friend and fuck that camp. Now eat up. We got to win tomorrow.”
A smile grew on my face as I lifted my head up and looked to her.
“Thanks. And thanks for being ready to punch Caitlin when she grabbed me.”
“Well, I had to. We all know you’re no good in a fight” she joked before getting up to get her own food. I looked over to Stella’s barely nibbled salad and sighed.
Maybe this wouldn’t be easy. But I had myself. I had Abby. I had Greg-
Shoot! I was supposed to see Greg!
Grabbing my phone, I texted him that I was going to be late for movie night.
“No problem” he texted back. “Can’t wait to see you.”
Well, at least that wouldn’t be a problem.
Or so I thought…

This is the complete story of Adam’s first day at Sasha Sucklove’s. We’ll be regularly checking in with him (soon to be her) and his classmates here. Now that the school, classes and characters have been established, I’m going to be posting the story in longer chunks, similar in size to this omnibus rather than the bite sized installments I’ve been posting so far. I’ll also be doing some spin-offs and new stories. If you want to read some secret stories and get a sneak peak at yet to be released tales, check out my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/c/SissyGirlSammi

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The light came and went, growing and dying as he faded in and out of consciousness. It was so disorienting and he felt so sick that he hardly took the time to notice what was going on around him. If he had, he would have noticed a line of tables, each one holding a male like himself. There were all shackled down, all knocked out by anesthetics. In the moments where his were weak enough to feel, he felt something in his arm, some ache or pain. There was also a numbness and a cold feeling between his legs. He almost thought that he saw something metal down there.
Finally, during one of these fleeting moments brought on by his higher than normal tolerance to the drugs, he noticed someone.
She was beautiful. Her dress was pink, frilly yet tight, showing off her immaculate curves and ample bosom. Her face was adorable, the kind that could make a man forget himself. Her nails were perfectly manicured with pink extensions, her heels were 6 inches high and her hair was a bright, dyed blonde. He felt an ache down below as his eyes traced their way down her body, the frame of this perfect woman.
Someone came up to her, an older man with a large frame. He wore a suit and seemed to be inspecting the boys as she minced over. Her every moment was swishly, limp wristed, feminine. Her heels clicked and clacked on the metal floor. Her hips swayed enticingly. Her hands were kept parallel to the floor, swinging gleefully as she made her way over to the man and as he put his arms around her.
"I always love inspecting the new bunch" he whispered in her ear, so close that it was clear they were something to each other.
"Me too" she replied in a high pitched tone, her voice so cutesy that it almost seemed fake.
"Oop, looks like one's awake" he smiled, looking directly at the boy with the moving eyes.
"Wondering what this is?" he asked, walking over and harshly flicking the metal cage around his member. "Well, that's just something we give all of our students before they officially join the school. Bri, show him yours."
The blonde smiled and moved her soft, slender hands to her dress, lifting it up. He saw her milky white legs, so supple and desirable. He saw her hips, so shapely, so suggestive. Her whole frame was perfection, the kind of dainty thing that would make pants tent just from the silhouette.
But within the shape of those hips was something like a pink metal thimble, one which looked similar to the cage that the boy was wearing. Below it were two balls, looking almost purple.
"Sweet dreams" said the man as he increased the dosage of the drip.
"Now" said the man, walking over to his sissy as the boy faded out of consciousness. "I'm feeling tired. Ready for bed?"
"Yes headmaster" said the sugary sweet voice. And all went black.

The first thing to make an impact on his blurry vision was the pink. He was slow to come out of whatever sleep they put him in, but even in his haze he could see the loud pink all around him. Everything was in a shade of it, save for those few items that contrasted it with clean, pure white. One such thing was his mattress, which he was slowly beginning to feel as the numbness left. Adam didn't remember much. There were some strange visions of a blonde girl, replaying in his head. Yet he wasn't sure where he was. All he knew, with the cold air on his body and a tightness down below, was that he was naked. He was naked, save for something metal between his legs.
He sat up slowly, looking around as his vision cleared and realizing he wasn't the only one here. There was another white bed in this pink nightmare, and another young man beginning to stir. He was naked as well, with only a pink metal cage on his penis, and a snug pink collar on his neck. Adam reached up to realize he wore one too, yet it was so well fit that he barely noticed it.
By the time he got to his feet, his roommate had started to wake, looking around in shock and horror as a voice filled the room.
"Hiya gals" came a giggly, high pitched voice over the intercom. Adam recognized it immediately. It was the girl he'd seen before.
"This is Bri, your senior class president at Sasha Sucklove's Sissy School. First off, I want to welcome the new batch of students and give them some explanations about all this. They are currently locked into teeny tiny clitty cages, and will remain so for the rest of their lives. Don't worry though girls, they won't always be this big and cumbersome. They'll get smaller as you progress. As for your collar, it has several features, most of which you won't have to worry your pretty little heads about. But when you're naughty little girls, they're likely to do this:"
Suddenly, Adam and his roommate screamed out in pain, both of them writhing in agony as Adam himself fell to the floor. It only lasted for a second or two, but it was the most painful second of Adam's life.
"So please, behave yourself. Our disciplinarians greatly enjoy using that function and are just waiting for you to test them" said the voice, with all the pep of an overeager cheerleader giving a speech at a rally.
"In one minute, your doors will open and you will walk along the pink link to the auditorium where your proper orientation will commence. All students who refuse to attend will be made to...with additional punishments allotted" she explained.
"That's all for the morning announcements. Have a glamorous day!"
The voice disappeared as Adam and the other boy looked to each other.
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" He asked, as Adam shook his head.
"You?"
The other boy did the same. They were both sitting in a way to hide their cages, clearly embarrassed to be naked and in such a state, even in this insane situation.
Adam looked around the room, seeing nothing that could help him in the stark space. There were dressers and vanities but neither had anything inside them. There weren't even sheets on the bed. "Maybe we can break the mirror and use the shards as a weapon?" He offered. In his head, he was counting to 60. They were almost halfway to the doors opening.
"Worth a shot" said his roommate, looking as Adam tried to figure it out. There was nothing to break it with and the vanity was bolted down. He'd have to wait until they were given something other than an empty room.
**BEEP**.
The door opened on its own, revealing a hallway with lights on the floor, leading down the corridor. Hands over his cage, Adam poked his head out and saw several other boys doing the same. Sure enough, there was a pink line lit on the floor.
At the end of the hall was an open door.
One of the boys immediately ran for it, sprinting until he reached a turn and went the wrong way. As soon as he got five feet away from the pink line, his screaming filled the halls.
The other boys simply watched as he dragged himself back to the line, body taut with pain. That's when Adam looked away and noticed that the far end of the pink line was closing. "Come on!" He urged his roommate, hurrying out and down the path as the line disappeared behind him. Almost all the other boys got the message and quickly moved, not wanting to be there when the line was gone. Soon enough there was a line of naked boys, holding their cages and hurrying down the hall.
Adam looked about, seeing nothing but nondescript rooms and doors until they finally reached the auditorium. It was a massive space with stadium seats and a stage at the bottom. Laid on every chair was a pair of panties.
"Ladies, ladies, we have a busy day. Let's not drag our feet" said a stern looking woman on the stage, watching them file in and take their seats. Adam sat next to his roommate, holding the panties.
Once everyone was seated, the woman at the podium began. "Very good. You've obeyed so far and your classmates who haven't are being dealt with" she smiled, showing off a sick glee as she spoke the last two words. "I'm sure you're all thinking the same thing...who's Sasha Sucklove?" She said, clearly enjoying her own joke as the boys looked to each other. That was the last question on their minds.
"Sasha was the first student I ever had, back before this was even a school. To tell you her story, I first have to tell you the story of Henry Mars."
The screen behind her lit up with the image of a somewhat nerdy looking young man. "He was the stepson of a friend of mine, and an unwanted stepson at that. Her husband was one of the richest men in America and well, let's just say she had her ways of taking advantage. Henry, as it turned out, was too clever for his own good-"
"Why are we here you b-" began a young man in the back, before howling in pain.
"Keep in mind that I can do that to any of you, or all of you, at any time" she tssked. "As I was saying, Henry was too clever for his own good. He uncovered her past, her path of former husband's and the ways in which she squeezed them dry. But he wasn't clever enough to contact the police before confronting her, and so she called me. One rather simple kidnapping later and he was in my basement."
The boys looked in horror at this mad woman, several either trying to speak up or run and all meeting the same fate on the floor.
"My friend had taken on several names and identities in her scams but she was currently posing as a blonde bimbo, and wanted to teach her stepson a lesson after all his criticism towards her. So I began what would become my patented feminization process and well..." she chuckled, the screen shifting to reveal a woman posing for a photoshoot that wouldn't be out of place in playboy. She was gorgeous. She was voluptuous. She was making everyone strain in their cages.
And then, as the next slide revealed, she was wearing a cage. It was similar to the ones the boys were wearing but completely flat.
Several others tried to resist or start a riot, only to end up shouting in pain.
"In gratitude" said the woman, over all the commotion, "My friend gave me the seed money I needed to start this institute. "And I named it after her new daughter, the first sissy I molded.
Even Adam, though trying to keep a cool head, was starting to panic. He stood up from his chair as his roommate did the same, and as the headmistress rolled her eyes. They had a full on revolt on their hands. But all orientations ended like this.
"You will wake up with your class schedules and new names on your door. Also, for those of you who haven't caused trouble, you will receive your means of reward."
And just like that, every boy felt a prick in their necks on the inside of their collar, as blackness once more overtook them and as they fell unconscious.

Once more, Adam woke up in the pink room.
He wasn't sure how much time had passed, whether it was a new day or a few moments later. He hadn't seen widows anywhere in the whole complex, so there was no way of telling. He was still naked, only he was now laying atop what seemed to be silk sheets. And as he shifted, he noticed something else was different.
It wasn't just the cage that was waiting down below. When he changed positions on the bed...something changed positions inside of him. Something was inside of him. He yelped and stood up, feeling it pressing against his insides as he made his way to the mirror.
It was a plug.
He tried to get it out but it was just too big. He guessed from the keyhole at its base that it couldn't be minimized and removed without some staff member's help. He also guessed that none would be in the mood to help him.
His roommate turned to him as he stood, letting him see for himself before clearing his throat. It seemed like he'd been awake a bit longer. He was currently looking at the door, which had two names printed on it in bright pink cursive.
"Eve" and "Cindy."
"They have some sense of humor" muttered Adam.
His roommate raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"Calling me Eve. My real name is-"
He didn't get a chance to say it before screaming in agony, beating himself on the bed frame for support. His roommate watched in confusion, before suddenly realizing what must have happened.
"My name is-"
He crumbled to the ground just the same.
Both of them panted, slowly lifting themselves to their feet as they realized what was going on. They weren't allowed to say their names anymore.
Adam looked to the name on the door and then noticed the two new items that had been laid out at the foot of the bed. The first was a pink and white sheet of paper, with some sort of schedule on it. The second was a pink tee shirt and skirt.
"No judgement if you put it on" said Cindy as he picked up his clothes. "I figure it's better than being naked."
Adam nodded and slowly dressed, looking at the schedule as he did.

Eve Elegance. First Year.
First Period: Deportment
Second Period: Gym
Third Period: Anatomy
Fourth Period: Lunch
Fifth Period: Fashion
Sixth Period: Check Up

There were only six periods but they were each an hour and a half long, save for lunch. The doors unlocked as he read it, wondering what the heck Deportment and Check Up were. It seemed like he was going to find out though. Best to figure this place out as much as possible before trying to make waves.
"Let's go" said Cindy, putting on his clothes and heading for the door. There were signs lit up on the floor to guide everyone to their classes, though it seemed a few kids were missing from the amount that was here to start. Adam hurried out bare foot, feeling the cool air drafting up his skirt as he went off to Deportment.

The deportment classroom was occupied by about thirty other boys, all looking uneasy as they found a pair of small, two inch heels at their desks. Adam found his, marked with the name Eve, just as the teacher entered.
"Hello ladies" smirked the woman, a rather voluptuous babe in her early 40s, sporting jet black hair and a sinister smile.
"Where the heck is my roommate?!" Demanded one of the boys, only to fall to the ground in terrible pain.
"Great question" said the teacher, as though she hadn't just punished him for asking it. "Some of the girls who were most unruly during welcome and orientation have been put into remedial classes. That's all you need to know. Now..."
She went over to the board and wrote out "Mistress Rachel."
"Each of you has shoes. Put them on."
Most of the boys knew better than to argue, but a few stood defiant. Adam wasn't one of them.
"I see..." said Mistress Rachel with a shrug, watching as the boys stood there in growing discomfort. Adam didn't know what was up until they yelped and jumped onto their desks, only to find that just as painful.
Bending over, Adam touched the floor, only to feel it start to burn his finger. Not wanting their feet to get scorched, the rest of the boys put on their heels.
"Very good. This class is deportment: the art of movement. So help me, I will train away every masculine mannerism you have. I will correct away your boyishness, reeducate you on your every instinct and replace it all with proper womanhood. Heels, obviously, are an important part of that. I will be locking those onto your feet before you go and every week, they will go up an inch. First lesson. Sit."
The boys all looked to each other as she rolled her eyes. "Sit. Now!"
They quickly obeyed, glad to find that their metal chairs had cooled down. But obviously, they didn't know how to sit in skirts. None smoothed them. None sat properly. Some even manspread. Most of all, they found it strange to sit with the plugs, trying to keep their weight off them and pretend they weren't there.
Mistress Rachel walked up to Adam and smiled. "Try again."
He was a bit confused but stood up and tried to sit again.
SMACK
She hit him hard across the face. "You're wearing a skirt!" She reminded him, before instructing him in how girls in skirts were supposed to sit. "Now try again and if you disappoint me, you get the collar!"
He nodded and tried his best to follow her instructions, nearly shaking with fear. But she seemed mostly content with it. "Good. Now girls, do the same."
The next hour consisted of Mistress Rachel making them sit properly, over and over. She was a stickler for perfection and the more they practiced, the more comfortable she seemed punishing them for the smallest error. She even zapped a boy with his collar because he burped. By the end of class, she was beaming with delight and most of the boys were sick with pain. She took the pleasure of going to each and every one and locking on their heels before they left, snickering as she did.
"Not bad for a first day. Tomorrow we continue making proper ladies out of you" she said, ushering them out of the class. Adam had trouble walking but he hurried as fast as he could, taking his heels on to Gym.

The pink directions on the floor led Adam to Gym, even if his pace was slow. The heels were bad enough, even if they were only meant to be a prelude for what was coming. But what really made it hard was the pain from his last class, which had coalesced into a sore and nauseous feeling. He tried to feel better by the time he arrived, but there just wasn’t much he could do. Luckily, there wasn’t a need to change. The students were ushered past the locker room and right into the large gymnasium where the teacher was waiting.
This one was another woman, though markedly different from Mistress Rachel. She was an Amazonian type, standing taller than most of them and showing off her abs as she waited. Her muscles rippled in her sports bra and yoga pants, and some of the boys were already staring. She scoffed and approached one.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to turn out to be another sissy. We like pulling that rug out from under you but I’m all woman. And no sissy would ever look like this” she bragged, flexing her arm. “So no problem staring, right?”
The boy sheepishly nodded, looking more than a bit nervous. Before he could add anything else, however, she had him in a headlock.
“Wrong! Women are your superiors! And it’s your job to be objectified. Not theirs. Understand?”
He whimpered. “Yes…”
She let go and slapped him hard across the face. “Yes, Mistress Amy!”
“Yes, Mistress Amy” he repeated.
“Good. So you girls can learn. First thing’s first: you aren’t getting muscles. Ever. You aren’t lifting. You aren’t making yourself stronger. This class is about getting you in feminine shape. So squats. Yoga. Flexibility. Understood?”
The boys meekly nodded.
“Good. And if you don’t, I have a demonstration ready for you.”
With that she clapped her hands, and a giggling figure came prancing in from one of the doors. She moved like each step made her giddy, so much pep and energy as she practically skipped next to the teacher. It was Bri, the Senior Class present. She was wearing a pink sports bra that was making more than a few cages very tight. It didn’t matter that she was a sissy. She was the most perfect, most feminine thing they’d ever seen. Most girls couldn’t even dream of approaching her levels of girlish beauty. Her bottoms were matching pink shorts, tight as can be and extending to her midthigh. To anyone who could get a glimpse, they made her cherrybomb of a booty look absolutely irresistible. It was only then, during his second encounter, that Adam realized she had no blemishes. No birthmarks, no scars, nothing at all except for the most supple, milky white skin he had ever seen.
Oh, and she was wearing 6 inch heels, designed to look like sneakers. She was bouncing around in them like they were the most comfortable shoes ever made.
“This is Bri, your class president” explained Mistress Amy as Bri batted her lashes to each of them. “Bri. Do a split.”
With a quick nod, Bri effortlessly slid down into one, looking up at the boys with her legs out on either side.
“Forward.”
Bri reached forward until her torso pressed against the hardwood. Then Mistress Amy leaned down and smacked her plump rear, giving the boys a look at the anime physics that her body seemingly operated by as it jiggled enticingly. That would no doubt be the image which tortured their caged nights from now on.
Amy helped her up and then snapped her fingers. “Right leg.”
Brianna lifted her right leg until it was over her head, then put it behind as she balanced on her left.
“Switch” said Mistress Amy. Bri then did the same with her other leg.
“Very good. You’re dismissed. Just be sure to give them a show as you leave.”
Bri giggled, putting her hand over her mouth like some cartoonish schoolgirl before mincing off, letting everyone stare at her booty bouncing in her runway walk as she left the room.
Five seconds later, and the boys were still looking dumbstruck at the door.
“Your turn” said Mistress Amy, pointing to the boy who she’d had in a headlock.
He pointed to himself in confusion.
“Name?” she asked.
He opened his mouth, but the first syllable sent him screaming on the floor.
“So stupid…” muttered Mistress Amy, crouching down by his side and repeating in a taunting tone. “Name?”
He took a moment to catch his breath before answering. “Gina.”
“Cute name. Now get into this position” she said, getting into a stretching pose on the floor. He did his best to mimic her, but he wasn’t at all limber. So she helped him.
“Here you go…” she said, getting behind him and pushing, posing him as he began to shout. She was stretching his leg, stretching it beyond what he could have done on his own without pain. And he was in pain.
“Stop! It hurts!” he begged.
“What makes you think it’s not supposed to hurt?” he asked, roughly keeping him hyperextended before finally letting him for a few moments later. But no sooner did she let go than she moved onto the other leg, making him cry out as the other boys watched.
Finally, she let go all together and stood back up.
“Everyone into the pose. Now.”
A few boys tried to run, stumbling to the ground in pain. The rest got into the position, only for her to come around and “help” them do it better. They did that for an hour and a half, in various different stretches, until Adam felt like he couldn’t even stand. But luckily, their time was over.
Mistress Amy helped Gina up by her hair as the others stumbled to their feet, spanking his rear as she sent him off. His cry told everyone that she’d managed to really jostle his plug.
Adam stumbled out, wondering if he’d be bedridden by the time this day ended. But there was a line on the floor, pointing him to anatomy, and he could only hope that that would be less labor intensive.

Anatomy class seemed less suited for physical activity, AKA torture. There were tables with four chairs around each of them, almost like a real lab. Even the teacher, a young woman with her brown hair in a tight bun, seemed more welcoming. She had a big smile on her face as she ushered her students inside, and told them to take their seats. Her name was already written on the board:
Dr. Greene.
“Welcome ladies, it’s so lovely to have you in my class. I’m sure you’re going to learn a lot about yourselves this semester, although don’t worry, you won’t have to fit all this information into your pretty little head. All you need to know is the basics. So, let’s begin” she smiled, turning on a projector with the first slide: Your Body and You.
“First off, have any of you noticed any changes to your body since arriving?” she asked, looking out until one boy cautiously raised his hand. He’d seen what happened to Gina and was no doubt worried of the same fate.
“The cages?” he asked.
“Very good!” said Dr. Greene in a sing song tone. “The cages are there to help with your clitty development. You see, you’re under the misapprehension that you have penis…sorry, misapprehension means mistake. Sometimes I forget I’m talking to sissies” she giggled. “You all just have unfortunately oversized clitties…some less oversized than others, thankfully” she teased.
“And the plugs?” asked another student.
“Please raise your hand” she politely corrected. “Or else the next time, I will be forced to activate your collar. A good question, however. Your plugs are there to help your development with what is colloquially known as a Sissy Button. It is to become your primary organ for receiving stimulation. I didn’t use too many big words there, did I?” she asked.
The boy just awkwardly down looked at the table.
“Now as you girls might suspect, you were asleep for a little while before waking up in those rooms. During that time, there were some improvements made to your body. Time release drug regiments were inserted surgically into your body, to minimize the need for nasty injections. We have a motto at Sasha Sucklove’s: More feminine than females and more girly than girls. With our special processes, we can make sure that happens for each and every one of you” she smiled. It wasn’t a smile of cruel glee or evil relish. As Adam looked to it, he realized it was a smile of pride. She was proud of what she was able to do to them.
The boys, however, were once more on the brink of riot, looking to each other as order broke down. Dr. Greene tssked and raised her voice slightly.
“If I have to zap any one of you, then you will never know what is being done to you. This class does not have repeats or makeups. So please, be my guest. Stand up and run and never know what your body has in it.”
She was stern, but not angry, and most of the boys took her words to heart. She was right, of course. They were terrified. But they all wanted to know what was going to happen to them.
“Good girls” she said, changing the slide to show a diagram on the balls. “This is usually where your testosterone comes from but with our top secret genetic technology, we can change that. We can program your balls to produce estrogen. We can also give you what is called Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome. Anyone know what that is?” she eagerly asked. She might have been a good, enthusiastic teacher if this were an actual class. But it wasn’t and no one raised their hands.
“Androgen Insensitivity Syndrome is a condition in which your body is totally unable to process certain hormones. Think of it as an allergy to testosterone. Obviously that’s a gross oversimplification but I couldn’t explain better without breaking your little sissy brains.”
The boys were once more expressing their unease, growing more and more panicked and looking like they might try to futilely revolt.
“There are numerous other processes, of course. Changes to every aspect of your body…not to mention the wonderful work your Mistresses will do to get you into shape. But at the end of the day, it’s going to be the advances of the headmistress and myself that get you where you need to be. More feminine than female. More girly than girls. That shouldn’t be too hard when we’re done! I mean, even girls naturally produce and process testosterone. You will be more hormonally female than they are!”
That was finally too much and one of the boys charged her desk, running with a full head of steam before collapsing halfway there. The other followed suit, and even the ones who stayed seated soon found themselves on the floor, enveloped by blackness.
Adam was looking at the last slide from the projector as he faded away, looking at the one that Dr. Greene had flipped to as the boy ran at her. It was simply pink cursive on a white screen, spelling out:
“Don’t cry sissies. It’s already too late.”

Lunch was a mostly somber affair. Adam and the other boys had been woken up one by one and led out of the room, probably because they were easier to handle individually. He was still sort of hazy as he was ushered out into the halls, seeing the arrow on the floor that pointed to the cafe. On one hand, he was starving. He hadn’t eaten since he was taken and he had no idea how long that had been. On the other, the sickness in his stomach from the drugs and shocks was still there. And anatomy class hadn’t done much to help his appetite.
Still, he made his way there, soon finding himself in a rather large cafe, with his other classmates against the wall. It seemed like the newbies were all on the left and the further right you went, the more girly the students became. Bri herself was sitting against the right wall, giggling and gossiping with her besties as Adam shuddered. The girls in between them…well, it looked like their femininity was going to progress on a steep curve. Very few looked to be in an awkward area between male and female, and by the time you reached the senior class, it was clear that the girls were being more perfected than transformed.
Adam took a seat between Cindy and Gina, who both seemed worn out from their days. Lunch had already been laid out for them, though it was barely more than a salad and a smoothie. Still, Adam eagerly unpackaged the one labeled “Eve” and began to devour it.
“Hey, you don’t know what’s in there! They could have hormones in the shakes!” whispered Cindy as Gina sighed.
“What?” asked Cindy.
“You haven’t had anatomy class yet, have you?” he asked. Adam sat back as Gina explained, and as the boys generally began to discuss their situation. Some were already planning escape. Most were comparing notes. Some were just beginning to cry as they recounted their days.
“What do you think, Eve?” asked Cindy. Adam took a moment to respond, not remembering it was supposed to be his name.
“I don’t know…has anyone ever escaped here?” he muttered, looking around.
“Some of the people just above us said there was this guy Ethan who got out. He promised his classmates he’d come back and bust this place wide open, but he never did.”
“I wouldn’t want to come back here either” muttered Gina.
“The rumor is that he’s trying to build a case and destroy the operation but this is too tight and secretive. But someday he’s going to save us” explained Cindy. Adam shook his head.
“And if we ask Santa for a key out, we might escape” he joked bitterly. “We’re on our own. And whatever we do, we have to do it fast, before this takes effect.”
“Agreed” said Cindy.
“And before that crazy gym teacher permanently paralyzes me…” muttered Gina.
“The problem is the collars, first and foremost. We have to figure out how to get them off” offered Adam
“Maybe we can get a hairpin off one of the older girls and use it to pick the locks?” asked Cindy.
Adam nodded, and before they could try discussing it, Cindy stood up and began to struggle to the right of the cafe.
“Hey, what’s your name hottie?” he asked, looking to one of the girls. They looked almost completely feminine, and raised an eyebrow at Cindy’s approach. Even if they looked it, they clearly weren’t some vapid ditz.
“Uh…Kimberly” she offered, looking embarrassed to say it to a newbie who looked more or less male.
“Wanna makeout?” asked Cindy, leaning in before Kim could say anything. In a second, his hands were in her hair and his lips were meeting hers. Kimberly eeped in shock as their lunch proctor, an older looking butch woman, made her way over.
“Ladies…” she sneered, as Kimberly tried to push Cindy off. Finally, she relented, and stood up as Kim disgustedly scratched at her tongue.
“This is an infraction for both of you. For you, for trying to act like a straight man…” she said, looking to Cindy, “And for you, for being willful and refusing an advance” she said, turning to Kimberly.
“It’s your first day so you get a warning, newbie. As for you…” the proctor looked up to one of the security cameras on the wall and pointed to Kimberly, who’s eyes went wide in terror.
“No, please! I didn’t mean…I didn’t know…don’tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she cried out, finally gasping out and sitting there with a pained expression on her face. The proctor quickly took Cindy by the arm and led her back to her seat, returning once she sat next to Eve and Gina.
“What the heck did they do to her?” he muttered, only for one of the more experienced girls to clear her throat a few tables over. Lunch was almost over and so the boys were getting up, ushered out by the lines on the floor. As they passed by the girl who’d gotten their attention, she whispered to the three of them.
“They expanded her plug a few sizes…”
With that, she minced off, leaving them to look as Kimberly struggled to follow, at a much slower pace.
“What the heck? Why did you do that to her…him…whoever?” asked Adam.
Cindy did look guilty, but managed to crack a smile as she opened her palm. Kimberly’s bobby pin was in it, carefully lifted without anyone noticing.

Fashion was the most normal of all their classes, even if the teacher was a bit odd. She was an old German woman, who insisted on referring to each of the girls as “Doll.” The subject matter was rather vapid, but they approached it like a normal school, taking notes, raising hands and going over things in guided discussion. It just so happened that all their multiple choice questions and essays were about which colors went best with each other, and what types of shades fit each season. It was a welcome respite from the rest of the day, but Adam guessed that was on purpose. All the other classes were training: rewriting muscle memory to move girly, stretching your body to new limits, explaining what is being done to your body at a molecular level. It was something that was done to the students. Fashion was clearly something they wanted the students to do themselves, to take initiative on, to like and enjoy. Based on the fact that a few of the older girls were wordlessly using the facilities during the lesson, sewing outfits for themselves in the back, Adam guessed that it worked. When fashion was the only respite, the only class you didn’t hate, it could almost seem fun in a place like this.
As class ended, Adam looked down to see the last arrow of the day, leading him to his last class.
Check Up.
He wasn’t sure how that could possibly be a class, but he followed the line regardless, finding his way to a waiting room and sitting in a line of chairs against the wall. Cindy was sitting next to him, looking more nervous with every seat they shifted. They were getting closer and closer to the door, closed and closer to their turn. Finally, one seat away, he slyly slipped the hair pin to Adam, giving them a look that asked to keep it safe. Adam’s own look was one of worry. If they had asked instead of just slipping it to them, they probably would have said no. They’d seen too many punishments here to risk this. But it was too late now. It was in their hand and before they knew it, Cindy went through the door.
The boy who exited, like all the others, kept their eyes to the ground and hurried out without a word.
So Adam waited, nervously looking about and trying to seem casual, as if someone looking calm wasn’t the strangest thing you could see in a place like this.
And with that anxious expression on her face, that look of someone freaking out over the fact they were trying not to seem like they were freaking out, Adam saw Dr. Greene walk down the hall.
“Oh, Eve. Right?” she smiled down at Adam as he nodded.
“Is this going to be your first checkup?” she smiled, looking as friendly and jovial as a person could be. Adam gulped and gave another nod.
“I’m sure the headmaster will enjoy inspecting you.”
Adam looked down, not feeling in the mood to talk. But he did have one question. “Headmaster or Headmistress?”
“Oh, you’re a smart sissy. We might have to fix that!” she giggled, looking as though it was a light little joke that Adam should laugh at. “We have a headmaster, in charge of the medical part of all this, and a headmistress, who’s in charge of the educational and training function. I think that she keeps the title mainly for ceremony though. She likes being addressed that way” she explained.
“And why are you here?” he asked, feeling the slickness of the pin on his skin as he tried to stop his palms from sweating. Why had he asked her a question? He was trying to seem normal and conversational but…
“Oh, I work closely with the headmaster. I was just going to check on some of the remedial students” she explained.
“Remedials…”
“Yes, the ones who were so misbehaved at orientation. We…well, you’ll see what we’re doing with them. Enjoy your checkup though. I see a lot of potential in you. I’m guessing at least a C cup” she said, as though it was something Adam wanted to hear. And with that she walked off, further into this wing and into some set of double doors. Cindy emerged a moment later, face red and fists clenched.
“You okay?” asked Adam. He didn’t get a response. Cindy just quickly plucked the pin from his grip. A moment later, he was gone and the door was open. Adam looked to it and sighed. Better to go in and deal with it than to get into trouble for waiting. So he got up, bristling against the cold air up his skirt as he made his way inside.
Waiting inside was a man dressed like a doctor, and a table that seemed like it was meant for medical examination.
“Eve, please sit down” smiled the headmaster, as Adam shuddered. This was the guy who’d been making out with Bri. This was the guy who’d been watching him while he slept.
“Un…right” said Adam as he sat at the end of the table, looking around at the place. It seemed like a normal doctor’s office, but that didn’t make him feel better. He was sure there was a load of sick, twisted things waiting in here.
“Open your mouth and say AH” said the headmaster as he grabbed a popsicle stick, poking it into Adam’s mouth…and not stopping.
He threw up slightly in his mouth, gagging and recoiling at it teased the start of his throat.
“Gag reflex. But that’s nothing we can’t fix” smiled the headmaster. “Tell me, were you active before being brought here?”
“I mean, I ran pretty often” explained Adam uncomfortably.
“No, I didn’t mean…” chuckled the man. “Are you a virgin?”
Adam blushed.
“Right. Just as I thought. Why don’t you stand up and strip and we can take a look at you?” he asked.
“Strip?” asked Adam, even though he’d been nude for so much of this day. But getting asked to get naked by this creep was…different.
“Yeah, strip” said the headmaster, brushing back some of his jet black hair. “I could always knock you out or hurt you with the collar but I’m sure you’ve had enough of that by now. No need to panic. I’m a doctor” he explained.
Slowly, Adam reached down and took off his pink tee shirt, sitting there for a moment before doing the same with his pink skirt.
As soon as he was naked, he flung his hands over his cage.
“Shy, aren’t we?” grinned the headmaster. “Stand by the wall for your height and weight” he waited, watching as Adam reluctantly stood and made his way over, back to the wall and hands covering his shame.
“5ft11 and 176lbs. Not bad. Now lay back on that bed” asked the doctor with a chilling nonchalance. Everything about this guy was freaking Adam out.
Still naked and still painfully aware of it, Adam made his way to the examination table and sat. The headmaster walked behind and propped up the back, so Adam was sitting back at a 45 degree angle. “Legs up here” he ordered, swinging out two metal things that looked like footrests. Adam hesitated, wanting to keep himself as covered and fetal as possible, but he did as he was asked.
A moment later, the headmaster revealed leather straps and lashed Adam’s legs in place. “No need to struggle…” he promised, doing the same with his arms and torso. He was stronger than he looked, almost scarily strong, and Adam couldn’t have resisted him even if he tried.
“Very good…” said the headmaster, reaching down and putting a key into his plug as Adam felt the pressure inside slowly ease. Soon enough, it slipped out, lathered in lube and leaving him slightly gaping. Now that it was outside, Adam was shocked by how small it really was. Sure, it wasn’t flared, pumped or whatever they did to make it bigger once within. But it wasn’t anywhere near what he expected for how it felt. The part that was inside him was only about as wide as a ping pong ball.
Taking out a thermometer, the headmaster slowly began to insert it through Adam’s hole.
“Hey!” he protested as it intruded.
“It’s the best way to get your temperature” smirked the headmaster as Adam squirmed. Finally, he pulled it out.
“Alright, now to put this back in…” muttered the headmaster, slowly inserting the plug before putting in the key and turning it-
“AHH!!!” shouted Adam as the thing expanded within.
“Yeah, you get used to that” chuckled the headmaster. With a gentle pat on the butt, he moved with attention upwards. “Just don’t struggle. The stirrups are here for a reason” he explained, tapping on Adam’s cage. Each touch made him cringe and writhe in discomfort.
“Sensitive but not as much as it will be” he tssked. Taking each ball in hand, he squeezed roughly.
Adam once more screamed.
“Go ahead, this place is soundproofed” mocked the headmaster. Adam couldn’t understand how any of this was necessary but as the torture continued, he had a terrible thought. What if none of this was necessary, and the headmaster just enjoyed it? What if this whole class was just for him…
“Well, that should be it for now. Enjoy the rest of your day” said the headmaster, undoing his bonds and letting Adam stand. As soon as he got up, the creep laid a big, hard SMACK on his rear.
“Don’t let the door hit you on the way out” he winked, leaving Adam to slowly fumble into his clothes on his way to the door. But soon enough he was out, leaving with the same expression of shame that the other boys had left with and hurrying to his room.
What he saw there made his stomach churn.
He was already off balance from the checkup, already feeling hurt and ashamed. But as he arrived to his room, he saw Cindy, laying on the floor with the bobbypin in their cage, knocked out while trying to pick the lock. Three men in what looked like SWAT gear were entering the place, picking her up and hauling her off. Adam nearly took a step to help, but the pink line on the floor didn’t go that far. He just had to watch as his roommate was taken away, standing there alone and wondering what the heck was wrong with these people.

This is Sissy Sassi’s newest release! All you Sassi fanatics better get your headphones and dance to the world’s greatest sissy popstar!
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Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer

The music thumped as video began, ushering in a new era of pop.

As the chorus rang out with her pouty, high pitched voice, Sissy Sassi sat in bed, dressed in a parody of a schoolgirl uniform with pigtails and a sad look. This was the gurl who’d taken the world by storm, the world’s first sissy popstar and the one who had so many boys making excuses. One of her songs was even called “Sissies Don’t Count” which was the common refrain of so called straight boys who loved her. And what’s not to love about such a hot little thing?

She stood about 5ft1, or would if it wasn’t for the fact she always wore stripper heels. Her bleach blond hair framed the cutest, most teasing face you could possibly imagine. Her boobs were always on display, always popping and telling the boys just how hot she was. Her dump truck bottom, her most famous feature, was simply undeniable. If you asked AI to create the hottest rear end imaginable, it would be a copy of hers. Her curves, her cuteness, her irresistibly teasing and naughty energy…it had made her first album a shocking success. Now, she needed a follow up. Now she needed to take the world by storm.

She looked bored in her schoolgirl look but then got up and minced to her dresser, grabbing a teeny tiny bikini, massive stripper heels and a huge metal buttplug.

Cut to her strutting by the pool in the smallest string bikini that one could wear without getting banned from Youtube, giving waves to all the studs as they lowered their glasses and turned their heads.

A sissy girl deserves the best
And never boredom
And only the best deserve her
So she lures them
Show your skin and make it bounce
And make it shake gurl!
Cause it's summer and
Summer belongs to you gurl!

Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer

Sassi laid on a poolchair, undoing the tie on her bikini top as dozens of strapping male models flanked her and began to apply lotion to her back. Cutting to a close up of her face, she winked at the camera and then sat up, making sure her breasts weren't in shot but implying that the boys could see it all. As she tossed her top away, the camera lingering on the two cups that said "Sissy" and "Milkers."

Cut to her the beach, being carried by four tall guys like a queen before being lowered onto a towel. A man with a metal detector walked by, the device going off as he put it over Sassi’s lap, and then again as he put it over her butt. With a wink, she began to sing the second verse.

Sun's out then buns out
And keep them twerking
Find a sugardaddy
Cause you know I'm never working
Homophobes just leave me alone
And stay jerking
Cause Sissy Sassi is the queen,
Think you're hotter? Must be joking!

Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer
Sissy Slut Summer
Feel So Empty, What a Bummer

Finally, for the last verse, it cut to her walking down the boardwalk, a train of men around her increasing in size as the sight of Sassi brought more and more members.

Get white on my face
And I ain't talking sunscreen
Scream your name
It's this hot sissy's big dream
Haven't you heard,
It's Sissy Slut Summer
If you don't plow one
It would sure be a bummer...

The music began to fade as it cut back to Sassi’ bedroom, the hottest male models splayed about the floor in various states of undress as she sat in bed and blew a kiss to the camera.
Yep, this song was going to be a hit.

AND THE B-SIDE: CAGED!

The bass pulsed before the lights came up. It was a nasty, heavy beat, one that was perfect for this type of sultry track. It was the perfect track to make bad decisions to.

Maybe that was why, when the lights came up, she was behind bars. The camera pulled back to reveal that the wide, pink bars arched up as they went. She was in a pink metal dome, treating its bars like those of a prison. But it wasn’t a prison. It was a giant cage.

Sassi herself was wearing a pink prison uniform, albeit a very suggestive one. Most convicts didn’t wear 6 inch stripper heels like her, and almost no jails made people wear booty shorts. But she was Sissy Sassi. She couldn’t wear anything but the best.

As soon as the video started, she began to work the pink bar, spinning around it and doing tricks like it was a stripper pole and singing her new single.

Baby won’t you bend me over
Oh my clitty’s just so over
But I got a sissy button
Press it nice and hard

But you, I can see you pack it
Be a King, don’t just Jack it
Come and take your Queen
Because some fun is in the cards

Male models began to flood the scene, shirtless in orange pants which said “Horny Jail.”

Their hands ran up and down Sassi, slowly undressing her until she was wearing only her g string pink panties and a pink bra to match. There were several cuts involved, of course. How else could she look so good when they finally got her stripped. One moment she was in her tiny jumpsuit and the next, she was lathered in babyoil. But who cared? The boys who were currently liking the video and typing comments with one hand certainly didn’t.

I’m caged but I’m free
You’re hard I’m easy
Why don’t you show me
How a real man can be

I’m caged but I’m free
You’re hard I’m easy
Why don’t you show me
How a real man can be!

She belted the chorus as she danced inside the massive cltty cage, strutting about and twerking to tease the models. Her cherrybomb of a booty had practically swallowed the tiny piece of fabric that the g string offered, leaving just her bouncing cheeks for the boys.

Finally, a group of hunky men dressed as guards showed up, standing over the diminutive little sissy as she grinned to them. One gestured for her to bend over, and the camera cut to a close up of Sassi’s face. They were doing a cavity search, but the audience only got to see her face as she bit her lip.

Lock me throw away the key
Rip my panties come and see
I got all you need
So come on give it to me

Make me leak, I’ll make you blow
Come on you already know
Sissy Sassi’s locked up
But in back I’m free

Cut to her twerking for the camera, putting everyone else who’d ever thrown it back to shame. The camera spun about until she stopped, following her low and from behind as she strutted into the center of the cage.

Picking up a bar of soap, she dropped it and looked around to all the male models.

She winked.

Then she picked up another and did the same thing. As she kept dropping a seemingly never ending supply of pink soap bars, she came in with the second chorus.

I’m caged but I’m free
You’re hard I’m easy
Why don’t you show me
How a real man can be

I’m caged but I’m free
You’re hard I’m easy
Why don’t you show me
How a real man can be!

And then all the models surrounded her, and the camera cut to her, bent over and looking up at one of the prominent bulges in the orange pants before her. As the music faded out, she looked directly to camera and licked her lips.