Backstory Time

"I'm from Baulen," I explained.

"It's a very rural country. Like most breakaway states from the Throbbi Empire, we have a low futanari population. This fueled a large monosex separatist movement and eventually, after years of guerrilla warfare against the Imperial forces, we gained independence. Unfortunately, that independence brought its own set of challenges. Poverty and underdevelopment plagued us for decades."

"Still, society remained pretty normal back then," I continued, my voice tinged with sadness. "Growing up, I would watch Throbbian TV shows on our old black-and-white CRT television. I fell in love with the wholesome families portrayed there. The sissies spent their days attending to their futas' every need: mending clothes, cooking meals, listening to their worries. At night, everyone would gather in the streets, sissies and breeders would talk gossip while their futas played cards. It seemed like such a peaceful life."

Lola listened intently. Mia, however, had already tuned out and was fidgeting with her phone.

"But over time," I went on, "things changed in my country. The people grew dissatisfied with their leaders' inability to bring about real change. **** for a better future, they turned to extremist politicians who promised to return us to some ancient idyllic time by eliminating all traces of imperial influence. That campaign culminated in the Defutanization Laws, which came into effect when I turned fifteen."

"The laws called for the removal of Throbbian-era monuments, the renaming of places associated with futas or the Empire, and the de-emphasizing of Sissy and Breeder identities all done in the name of restoring Baulen's indigenous culture and promoting equality between the sexes. They even began to refer to males as 'he' on official government paperwork.

"Thats so silly!" Lola said. "They just took the 's' out of she."

"Yeah! They even changed my legal name from Billie Bottoms to William Bottoms," I said with a sigh. "To be honest, I didn't really notice those changes until I started listening to Radio Free Baulen. Their radio host, Becky Becker, is incredibly intelligent and beautiful. She can speak over a thousand words a minute! And she's always thrusting out the hard-hitting truth in such a comprehensive and principled manner without the spin of mainstream monosex media."

"She's my hero! I hope someday I can meet her and... well, have the honor of serving her in an intimate way."

Lola raised an eyebrow.

"I-I didn't mean for that to come off in a offensive way." I muttered out."Its just a fantasy of mine."

"Don't worry about it," Lola assured me."As long as you know who your holes belong to Cutie."

"oh-Of course!"

"So, back when I first started listening to Radio Free Baulen, I didn't believe a word they said. Becky could be quite blunt and a little mean in her deliveries. It wasn't until they started editing my favorite old Throbbian show, 'Lacey's Secret Garden', that things really clicked for me."

"The TV network put these long disclaimer messages before the episodes about how the show was problematic and promoted harmful outdated views of males and females. Eventually, they just stopped airing the show altogether."

"That's when I realized that Radio Free Baulen was onto something," I went on, growing more passionate. "The government was systematically erasing our traditional values, everything that made us who we are. And it was happening right under our noses. I began to see their perverse agenda everywhere. They want us to abandon our natural sissyness and embrace this concept their pushing called 'male puberty.' Allowing testosterone, a poison male's produce when they reach a certain age, to run wild and wreak havoc upon the male form instead of blocking them like sissies have done for hundreds of years. It's so gross! You start growing hair everywhere even on your face, it ruins your voice making it deep and gruff, and a disgusting apple-like lump grows on your neck. Worst of all, it changes your personality from sweet and caring to aggressive and criminal."

"If an adult wants to pursue this 'male puberty', who am I to stop them? It's their life. Where things start getting dangerous is when they try to push this 'manhood' nonsense onto children. This puberty makes irreversible changes on their bodies. And as Becky Becker pointed out, these 'men', that's what these testosterone poisoned males call themselves, are ruining the purity of sissy's sports with their brutish muscular bodies."

"More silliness," Lola sighed. "Again, they just took the 'wo' out of women. Can't they be more creative."

"I know, right!" I replied. "When I started visiting prospective colleges, I was assaulted by their slogans and signs. 'Sissyhood is a social construct invented by Throbbian colonizers','You don't need to be pretty to be valuable', 'Restore your manhood','Smash the Futarchy'. It was all nonsense! They were trying to brainwash me into this masculism cult just like how Radio Free Baulen said they would. That's why I decided to apply here, the University of Falika, so I could get a good traditional sissy education."

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My passionate retelling of my backstory put Mia to sleep.

"Well Cutie, I appreciated your story," Lola reassures me."I feel like I understand you better and your level of dedication to sissyhood. In fact, I have my own backstory to share with you."

I nodded eagerly, unable to hide my excitement. "Please, tell me your story, Miss Lola. I would love to hear it."

My words were punctuated by the rhythmic throbbing of her fat member against my bottom; each throb sending shivers of anticipation through my entire body.

"I knew you would," she whispered into my ear.

"Now it's your turn, Cutie," she purred, "to show me how much you'll appreciate my story." She pressed her pantied cock firmly against my entrance, its heat threatening to consume me entirely. "But first you have to take off your clothes so I can tell it properly."