"I want everyone to know you're my girl."

You feel a twinge of terror at the idea of your family and frenemies and bullies and everyone else finding out about your girly secret, but Dale has his your tongue pinned down with his, so you can't protest at the moment. He breaks the kiss to lift you in the air and lower you on his hard cock, but you are too busy moaning to object. By the time he has you pistoning up and down on his prick, you have forgotten any reservations and replaced it with sheer adoration for this dashing dirtbag dealer.

Dale spends the rest of the day fulfilling his promise to fuck you in every position you can imagine, which, due to your inexperience and naivety, isn't that many. He pins you to the shower wall and fucks the cum out of you while the hot spray and steam hit your slick skin. He fucks you doggy style on the bathroom floor after you can't resist sucking his cock while helping him dry off. You run out of positions to suggest by lunchtime, but he describes many more while you savor his 'lunch sausage' which in this case, actually is his cock.

He spends the rest of the afternoon fucking you in ways that would make the writers of the Kama Sutra blush, and you spend every second you can with his cock in your cunt or down your throat. He spends the last hour just holding you close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and telling you that he wants to show the world what a beauty you are, and if they have a problem with it, he'll show them why he's called the Beast. Now you don't know anyone that actually calls him the Beast, save for the 14 year olds on XBox Live using his handle Teh_Beast_696969, but it still makes you feel safe knowing he has your back.

You feel oddly proud of yourself. You never imagined you could be so skilled at sex. You are a fast and intuitive learner, especially once you accepted the girl inside you. There is this whole new world that has opened up to you, and while it wasn't the introduction you would have picked for yourself, you have to admit that your one day as a girl is happier than you have been in a whole life of trying to be a man. Your weed haze has long since worn off, but your fuck fugue still surrounds you like Dale's powerful, protecting arms.

This is the life you want for yourself. Hopefully with Dale, if he treats you as good as his pillow talk promises, but for the first time, you see a future for you that isn't defined by anyone else. Elliot was a wimp, a weasel, a waste, but that's because he was a lie trying to fit a mold made by monsters and madmen. Ella is a lovely young woman that might still be figuring out what she wants, but isn't afraid to find out the hard way.

You look at the time and know your parents will be wondering where you are soon. You suppose you could crash at Dale's for as long as you need, but a part of you wants to face your family as the real you for the first time. It is a terrifying prospect, and you don't know if it's safe, but you will have to deal with them sooner or later.