A heroine

Virgil had gone to school, his thoughts warring back and forth in his mind. His mind is turning over what has happened in the fight with Hotstreak. He had won and saved the day, but he had done it as a woman. The news had been talking about her nonstop. It was causing the problem she had to worsen. As he found himself wondering what he was willing to sacrifice to be a hero.

At first, the embarrassment flooded him as women on TV talked and cheered about how they were so proud and happy a sassy Black heroine was on the scene to save the day. He almost gave up on being a hero right then, not wanting to be tortured by half the women in the city talking about how great his female heroine identity was. Then his sister screamed at him that he needed to get ready for school.

Her voice put his thoughts to a halt for a moment as he thought about how he choked trying to be a hero. How if he and his sister were in danger, would he truly choose to do nothing or the path of failure? No, he knew that would turn on the bitch and be the heroine they needed. He could hear the female part of him cracking at that line if he thought about it.

"You thought a bitch like you had a choice. Please, we both knew how this was going to go." The heroine static shock said in his mind. Not liking the fact he was probably developing some kind of split mind thing. He got dressed, though once he finished, he realized something looking in his personal mirror. "I'm dressed like a bitch?!" Virgil said in surprise.

As he looked at himself in a white tank top and shorts. As well as some extensions to give himself long hair. He stared at himself in shock at his **** decisions. He thought maybe he should change, but then he saw the clock and bolted, needing to get moving before he was late. His family didn't notice his new look, too wrapped up in their own preparations for the day to give him real attention.

So he heard "Have a good day" as he brushed out of the house. He made it to school and let up with a very confused Richie, who didn't ask questions, though he clearly wanted to. As he was not the only Black student pooling more feminine. This made him question if there was something controlling them. Though he dropped that thought as he had other things to deal with.

He spent his first two classes with Richi. He did his schoolwork and talked to his best bud, who was trying his damnedest to try and ask what was with his look without straight out asking. He failed at this, as Virgil wasn't sure why he was doing this either, and he had no reason to try and explain his confusing decisions to Richie.

Once he made it to the cafeteria, everything changed. He breathed in the same air as the man that had claimed his ass without trying. He watched him as all the other Black students did, much to the further confusion of Richie. He sat down with Richie on the opposite side of his obsession.

He had a very short conversation with Richie before bailing, distracting Richie by tossing something the other way and saying he was headed to the bathroom when he wasn't looking. He didn't head to the restroom; he dived underneath the table as no one was looking for him. He scrawled as quietly and fast as he could. Soon enough he was in front of the prize.

His heart beating in his chest, he couldn't stop himself and quickly pulled his target's zipper down. His cock sprang up, and he, without a second thought, was on it. He kissed the tip, making out with it using his lips and tongue. He moved downward with his kissing, leaving a trail of purple lipstick on his cock. He moved back up the top with his kisses and without hesitation started putting it down his throat.

He pushed the cock down his throat as far as it could go, **** himself on it. He went back and forth, forcing the cock in and out of his mouth, pleasuring it as best he could. Then without warning he felt two hands on his head and lost all control. The man he was sucking had enough and proceeded to use him as he wanted, forcibly **** Virgil even further on his cock.

The only sound Virgil could hear was the pounding of his own gear in his ear as he was used as he was meant to be. Then without warning, the cock came, forcing cum down his throat. As he was **** to gulp down load after load, he heard him. "Take it all, you slut." Jerry whispered harshly enough for Virgil to hear. The words were the final straw, and so Virgil came, filling his pants with his cum.

Once he was fully finished, Jerry let go of Virgil's head. Virgil took a deep breath, forcing much-needed air into his oxygen-starved lungs. Virgil quickly used his tongue to clean the mess on Jerry's dick and then zipped him back up. He quickly crawled away extremely embarrassed about what just happened.

He made it back to his earlier seat and came back up when everyone nearby was looking elsewhere. Richie quickly noticed he was back and asked, "Hey man, you took a while. I was starting to get worried you'd miss lunch, taking too long doing whatever you were doing in the bathroom. Virgil gave Richie a big smile.

"Nah, Richie, I already ate a good bit." Virgil stated, to which Richie stared at his mostly full tray. " It was a special nutritional thing I brought from home. It went down fast and was delicious." Virgil said in bit of high and perverted town . Richie gave him a funny look at the strange girl's voice. Then he decided to ignore it and continued eating his lunch while continuing their earlier conversation.