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…