A GIRL!

"I'm a guy Maxx! And I don;t know what crazy stuff your into, but your freaking me out! Please, I won't tell anyone about this, just let me go!"

She is still smiling at you, a sweet but cruel smile. Her full lips are curved back as she licks them like a hungry predator. She is clearly enjoying the sight of your meek and powerless form staring fearfully up at her. The lust in her eyes warns you just how much she is getting off to this and she hasn't even done anything yet.

"Shhh, it's ok Joe. I know your a bit nervous" Her tone is a mocking whisper and she looks like she's barely holding back laughter.

"I have everything you need. I'll make you my pretty prissy cute girlfriend and trust me, you'll love it when I'm done. You should be really happy, I've decided that I actually really like you so you should be honored that I want to make you my little woman."

The condescending tone doesn't let up and you feel a chill running up your spine as you realize she is totally not kidding. She really intends to do this to you.

She pushes you onto the ground and walks over to one of the lockers and pulls a pick from her hair dark brown hair, which comes down to a little past her shoulder. It was always a somewhat less feminine touch-girl cut. After a few seconds, the lock opens she pulls out a girl's duffel bag. She throws it at you with considerable **** and you just manage to dodge it. It slams into the lockers you were just leaning against and the booming sound makes you jump. It echoes around the empty locker room and you hope to hell someone might have heard it.

"Well, open it up, Bitch. It's my first present to my new girlfriend. I'd say I hope you like it, but I already know you will."

You look from her to the bag and back, scared and unsure of what your next move should be. She's still between you and she leans against it, folding her arms. You hoped the sound of the bag hitting the locker might draw some attention but as the seconds drag on you realize no help will come, you are completely helpless. With your only goal being to avoid a brutal ass kicking, you open the bag.

Inside you find a ton of girls clothing, and nothing by any means subtle. A cheerleading outfit, a tight t shirt and hotpants, a skirt and nearly transparent blouse, a girl's soccer team outfit, a few other items of a much more adult nature and a large collection of undergarments.

"Where did you get all this from?" You ask, as curious as you re terrified of the answer.

"I threatened to beat the living hell out of Sally Jenkins if she didn't give me a ton of her clothes. Most of it is hers, some of it is mine and a few items I got just for you, baby."

"Why her?" You ask, genuinely distracted from your predicament.

"Because she's a got the same body type as you and I knew her stuff would fit. I'll buy you more once we start dating Joanie. I like that, that's your new girly name from now on. Now get dressed, your in boys clothes, and your clearly a little sissy girl. So do it, NOW!"