All in good time...

Your older brother looks down at you with an all too familiar sneer of contempt. "Damn, sis, I was at least expecting you to hold out until I helped you with your stretches. Mom even thought you'd last until the showers. Don't you ever get tired of being a disappointment?"

You feel like a bug twitching at the bottom of his heel. You feel like shit a bad dog dragged in on the carpet. You feel lower than you've ever felt in your life...and that's a long list of "accomplishments" you're at the bottom of. Most of all, you feel aching, all encompassingly empty. "Please...WHIMPER fuck...me..."

Brad looks almost sorry for you, but it is a fleeting moment, quickly replaced by his usual anger and disgust. SPLOOT He spits on your face, a sticky thick lingering kiss. Reflexively, you move to wipe it off.

SLAP

His brutal blow rattles your teeth and your brain. You look up in stupid shock. "Let's get some things straight. First, I'm breaking your bitch ass as a favor to mom. Normally I don't deal with you lazy, needy fags. Second, any fluid I grace you with is a gift. You will wear it with pride until I tell you to lick it up. Third, anything...everything I say goes. No backtalk, no hesitation. If you understand, open your face cunt so I can spit in it!"

PTOOEY

You take his spit in your mouth gratefully, holding out your tongue to show him what a good bitch you are. He seems momentarily appeased, but you can tell he is still frustrated. You feel so torn. You want to hate him for how cruelly he's treating you, yet you feel guilty for wasting his time. You want to prove you're worth breaking.

"Alright, if we're going to do this let's do it right. You wanted to be a bitch. Well bitches don't walk. They crawl. Take off your stupid "wannabe mistress cosplay" and crawl to the livingroom. I've got some shit that's more fitting for you to wear." You comply immediately, not wanting to risk another blow...or worse, another look of disappointment. You are out of your dress and scrambling behind Brad on all fours, ignoring the pain in your joints and the shame brightening your pale skin.

You arrive in the living room and find your "accessories" awaiting you. A pink collar and leash with "Bitch" emblazoned in glitter...a pink, plastic chastity cage for your sissy clit...and a clear dog cone just for the added humiliation. You let Brad put on the leash and cone and whimper wondering how your swollen sissy shaft will fit in the cage...

CRACK

"Bad dog!" A sharp blow to the head of clit sends it shrinking in pain and it is soon secured with a terrifying CLICK. You have handed over control of the one part of your anatomy you still had a sliver of pride in to your biggest bully, and you have the sinking feeling things are about to get worse. Brad yanks your leash painfully tight, closing off your air way until you scurry behind him...towards...the...front...door!

"You didn't think you were going to get to keep your sissy secret forever, did you, bitch?" You lower your head and yelp helplessly as you are led out to the front lawn. You hear a roar of laughter and you look to see a crowd has already gathered to witness your downfall. The casting is right out of your worst nightmare...

Your second worst bully, Slade, with his girlfriend and your crush, Becca, by his side. The rest of the football team is gathered around him, all eagerly cheering you on with taunts of "Sissy! Fag! Bitch!" and other less pleasant epithets.

Your crotchety neighbor, Mr. Roberts is shaking his head in disgust, muttering about millenials and layabouts, but the bulge in his slacks betrays his true interest in this show.

The neighborhood toughs, Vinnie, Mark'wess, and Dwayne are hooting and making "call me" motions with their hands. You know this won't be the last time they see you on all fours if they have anything to say about it.

Your Mommy is there of course, looking sad but determined. You can see there will be no reprieve from her usually forgiving nature. You went too far this time, and now there is no going back.

You scan the crowd and see other friends and enemies from school, and even a few faculty members. You think you have sunk to the lowest pit of your living Hell when you hear a familiar voice ring out...

"Fuck that little bully bitch! Put that phony cunt in her place!" Samantha is standing proudly in the crowd in her finest sissy apparel. She looks like a porno version of a school girl, but she doesn't look the least bit embarrassed. You tried to break her, but seeing you like this has only emboldened her to be the proud sissy slut you should have encouraged her to be.

Brad quiets the crowd with a simple gesture of his hand then ties your leash to a sign in the yard. It reads "Blowjobs: FREE Fuck the sissy: FREE ****: ENCOURAGED" You realize too late that you have bitten off more than you can chew, and you are about to have a lot to swallow.

"Now most of you already probably suspected this little bitch was a closet sissy. But did you know she is also a bully, a spoiled brat, and an abuser? Deep down she knows she is really just a bottom of the barrel bitch, and she needs help coming to terms with that. Well today is her cumming out party. I want everyone here to show her how supportive we can be. After me of course..."

You hear a raucous round of applause as Brad makes his way behind you and prepares to be the first of many to take turns showing you how utterly worthless you really are...and the worst part is, a sick, twisted part of you wishes he'd hurry up and get it over with.