A Party Play-Thing

The moment you enter the backyard you feel as though you were thrust into a warzone. Hot, hormonal teens fill the land and pool. Loud music blasting from an array of cheap bluetooth speakers compete with the screeches and chattering of the crowd.

You feel yourself swept into the crowd. The new difference in your height is extremely disorienting. Now even women stand at most a head taller than you, and that's not even mentioning the men who now seem to tower over you. Somewhat dazed, you move with the flow of the crowd, passing from group to group and making small-talk as you go.

You notice a strangely consistent pattern in your interactions with these groups. Groups of all women are quite cheery and friendly. They compliment your outfit and are more than willing to exchange pleasantries. However, the type of compliments sometimes shock you with their directness and honesty. Like remarks on the size of your waist, the cup size of your breasts, or how good your outfit is at attracting men. Speaking of men, you occasionally find them littered among these groups of women. This, at first, confusing phenomena becomes much easier to understand after a brief conversation with these men reveals them to be much more flamboyant than first thought.

In groups of just men, its as your were dreading. Having been a man yourself, you know exactly how men behave around sexy, scantily clad women. ESPECIALLY the men with enough self-confidence to go to a pool party.vThe atmosphere is strangely aggressive, with lots of lewd jokes and attempts to pressure you to stay with them longer. The amount of “asian jokes” they make certainly doesn't help to ease your nerves either. Your smaller height and lack of muscles (especially in comparison to these men) make you hyper aware of how little control you have over them. You can feel their eyes undressing you, thinking of you as nothing more than a sex object. Worryingly, you can’t help but feel a little wet at this treatment. But nowhere near as wet as the near-constant groping makes you feel. Slaps on the ass, caresses of your thighs, flipping up your skirt, your breasts being cupped, even fingers grazing your pussy lips. You feel like a piece of meat, and its getting you SO wet! You can feel your arousal slowly dripping down your thighs as a familiar yet alien sensasion builds in the pit of your stomach.

And then their were the groups of men and women. You thought at least the presence of other women would help divert attention away from you. However, you could not have been more wrong. The men were aggressive and horny like normal, but now even the women were hostile to you. The women wanted to fuck the men, but the men wanted to fuck you. The women would do whatever they could to make you feel excluded and unwelcome. They would ignore you, insult you, spill things on you, even try to physically drag their men away from you. But the sexual appeal of your beautiful and exotic asian body in this nearly all-white suburban community made you a trophy to be conquered.