Brave enough to be you

You're trapped. You can't move. Would you even want to, if you could? Would you even try to free yourself? It feels so good.

You giggle in helpless joy into Lu's wet pussy as she slips her hand further inside your stretched asshole. You're folded in half, wrists tied to ankles, head buried under your Dom's juicy bottom. It's been a few weeks since that fateful day, and Lu has been training you hard ever since. It's like she knows how badly you need to move on from everything you went through. She's been more than happy to take your mind off all of it.

"Not bad, sub! All the way to the wrist! I knew your ass was special when you took Miles so easy. Good for you there was an expert on hand to bring you to your full potential." She wriggles her butt against your face to give you better access. "Now return the favor."

Your heart vibrates with joy as you obey your Dom and slide your tongue into her delicious asshole. At the same time she slowly, gently, lovingly moves and twists her hand in your rear, making you ride that thin bright line between too much and oh god yes. You're proud of yourself for how well you've responded to Lu's training, and you're so very grateful to her for giving it to you. You pour all of those emotions into your tongue, needing her to feel your gratitude.

A short time later, after she came on your face and coaxed yet another mind-bending orgasm out of you, you're cuddled up in her bed. She's relaxed against the headboard, lying there like a goddess, one hand idly playing with your hair as you rest your head in her lap with your arms wrapped around her wide frame. She's so warm, so soft, so wonderful. You want to stay here with her, being dominated and trained, forever.

"Hey, RC. I wanna ask you somethin."

RC? Not... sub? "Yes, Dom... er, yeah, Lu?" It feels strange to refer to each other with your names after the last few weeks.

"It's OK, you can still call me Dom if you want." She strokes your cheek, and you melt further into the soft skin of her lap. "I wanted to ask about... about your secret."

You tense up as your mind flashes back to that moment. To the feeling of Tony's cock utterly dominating your body. The memory of his words, still cold and sharp in your mind, pushing you to give in, making you believe you had no other choice. That bright spark deep inside you, reflecting the desire in Jessica's touch, the caring in Lu's voice, the love in Emily's eyes, telling you no, I won't give in, I'm worth so much more. You could barely vocalize your denial, your body was so overwhelmed by him. But it was enough. Just saying the word "No", even weak and trembling and hardly audible, was enough to push back the darkness.

He was so angry. You could feel it in his hand on your hair, his cock inside you. He gave you a few more vicious thrusts before burying himself inside, pulling your hair back to make you face the crowd, and triumphantly declaring this stupid poser bitch used to wear a packer.

Back in the present, Lu continues to stroke your cheek. "I just... I don't get what the big deal was? Like, I know him sharing that was a violation. That's not for him to tell people. But, like... so what?"

So what? That seemed to be the reaction of the crowd as well. After Tony's big reveal, there was some scattered laughter, one solitary jeer, but mostly just a palpable sense of disappointment. All of that, Tony's grand speech about owning you, and all he had to use against you was this? Some of the crowd started to drift away, and you could feel Tony go limp inside you as he realized no one cared. His power over you was a phantom. You were free.

And a moment later, Lu finally broke loose from the other girls and shoved Tony off you with a fury and fierceness you'd only seen before in superhero movies. The laughter of the crowd had all been directed at him, then. He hasn't had the courage to show his face since. You heard he transferred schools.

"I guess... it's just... I dunno." You struggle to find the words. "Back in 9th grade I was trying different stuff, trying to figure myself out. I started to really get into that... that masculinity, y'know? The more I explored the stronger I felt it, like I was making up for lost time, or something. I started to think I might just straight up be a trans guy." You take a deep breath, pulling strength from the warm touch of your Dom. "So I... so I wanted to try it out. See how it felt to have... something down there. It was only for a month at the most. I wore baggy pants the whole time so no one could even tell, but it felt like a huge deal. It didn't really, like, 'do it' for me, though, so I stopped."

You pause, searching your memories, your feelings, grateful to your Dom for giving you the space to get this all out. "I dunno, I felt like such a fake, like I was trying to be something I wasn't. It was embarrassing. I never told anyone, not even my closest friends." Except Emily. I always told her everything. She even helped me get the damn thing in the first place. "The longer I hid it the more of a big deal it became in my head. And then... with... with Tony... when he made me tell him..." Lu squeezes your shoulder, calming your shaking. "He made me feel like a freak for even having those feelings at all. So I buried them so deep I forgot I even had them. Until... until you."

Lu pulls you up so your head is resting on her chest and wraps both arms around you, squeezing you tight. She gently kisses your hair and slowly rocks you until your breathing slows to match hers. I can't believe how good it feels to just... let go... let her take care of me. Thank you for showing me, Dom.

Lu's voice is as firm and caring as her touch. "You don't need me to tell you those feelings don't make you a freak. But I do need you to understand that exploring something doesn't make you fake, even if you end up not going that way. Sometimes you gotta try something before figuring out it's not for you. And this kinda stuff is messy, y'know? Maybe it just wasn't the right time for you. You need to give yourself space to feel these things. You might feel different later. Nobody else gets to tell you who you are. OK, sub?"

Just as long as you still tell me what to do. "OK... yes, Dom."

You lay there together, and she starts to stroke your arm. "I remember talking to my Tutu, my mom's mom, when she came to visit from the Islands. She listened to me when I told her about not fitting in with the other girls, and told me about māhū, people who aren't men or women but something else. It didn't sound exactly like how I feel, but it gave me the idea that I didn't have to fit into the 'boy' box or the 'girl' box. I could just be myself."

You look up at her, unable to hide the surprise in your eyes. "You... you're like me? But... you're a cheerleader?"

She chuckles. "I dunno if I'm really like you, RC. I feel like you got both a girl and a boy in you, and they keep getting in each other's way. I think that's why you haven't been able to figure that side of you out yet. But nah, for me, I don't really feel like I'm either. Whatever that thing is inside that makes people feel like a girl or a boy, or both in your case, just doesn't feel like anything for me. But I don't really mind, I don't feel like I'm missing anything."

Lu is silent for a moment, and you're content to just listen to her breathing, feel her heartbeat. She takes a deep breath and continues. "And you don't need to be a girl, or feel like one, to be a cheerleader. There's a lot that goes into it that's got nothin to do with gender. But yeah... I don't really talk about that stuff with the others. I know they'd... have trouble understanding."

You're not used to hearing strain and hesitation in Lu's voice, and you feel an urge to make her feel better. "Then why bother with them, Dom?"

She smiles. "They're my friends, y'know? I've been tight with them since I was little. Jessica never made me feel like an outsider for being half Islander and half Swedish. I used to get teased real nasty in grade school, but she made me feel like I belonged, and I don't need to tell you how she treated anyone who teased me after I started rolling with her." She chuckles. "It is tough these days, though. It's getting hard to get along with them as we get older. I honestly don't really care about cheerleading, I just joined up to stay close to them."

You're silent for a moment as you build up the courage to speak. "Why don't you explore a little, Lu? Branch out? You don't have to stop being friends with them, but you should see what else is out there." You nuzzle your head into her pillowy breasts. "You're way too awesome to be held back by those bitches."

She laughs, the movement shaking you. "Maybe you're right, RC." She lets out a sigh. "Speaking of exploring, I think it's time you did a little exploring of your own."

Exploring... without you? "What do you mean?"

"I really like you, RC, and this has been a lot of fun, but I don't really want something serious, y'know? I like to break in newbies, and you're already a natural at this. I think you should get out there and find out how much fun it is to be yourself."

You lie there in her arms, not speaking, trying to collect your thoughts. I knew this wasn't gonna last forever, but... damn. "I... I'm gonna miss you, Dom."

"Hey, it's not like we can never hang out or hook up again." She pulls your face to hers and gives you one of those heartstopping kisses. "Now get down between my legs and show me how much you'll miss me."

"So you really haven't seen the video?"

You're hanging out with your friend Taylor after school, walking around a wooded park, killing time. You felt a little girly when you woke up that morning, so you were wearing some eyeliner and had a couple hairclips in. It wasn't much, but it still felt good to intentionally embrace your feminine side.

Taylor shakes his head. "Naw, I'm not really on social media that much so I didn't catch it when it first went viral. And then when I learned what happened I made a point to not see it."

You blush. "Yeah?"

"Hell yeah." He sounds serious. "I'm not gonna do something like that to my friend, or anyone." Now he chuckles. "Besides, if I wanted to see you naked, I could just text you."

That makes you both laugh. You clasp your hands behind your back and put a little sway into your steps. "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

"...do you wanna see me naked?"

He stops walking, and you go a couple more steps, being sure to put some extra sway in your hips before stopping and turning to face him. The two of you are on one of the more remote trails in the park, but you're still technically in public. That thought brings a little extra color to your cheeks as you give Taylor a shy smile and look up at him through your purple bangs.

"I... I mean, yeah, duh, I love seeing you naked." He doesn't move, but his eyes do, all over your body.

"Well then what are you waiting for?" You lift the hem of your shirt, just enough to flash the soft creamy skin of your belly, and you bite your lower lip.

Now it's his turn to blush. "But... RC, we're in public..."

I know. Isn't that hot? You use one hand to push the waistband of your jeans down, just enough to flash the top of your panties. "Then you better get what you want quick, before someone shows up."

You see the desire take hold in his eyes, and a hot thrill shoots through you. He's on you in a moment, pulling at your clothes, kissing your mouth, your cheek, your neck. You whimper and moan, and the sounds seem to drive him wild, pushing him to be even more aggressive. He gets you topless and starts to suck hard on your tits as his hands move to jerk your pants down around your knees. When you breathlessly ask him "please" he makes a low, growling sound you've never heard from him before, and he spins you around, bends you over with your hands against a tree, and pushes inside you. You bite your lip to keep from screaming as he pounds you. He's never been this hard before, this fast, this ferocious. It's like he can't control himself, and knowing that you've brought this out of him fills you with joy even as it pushes you toward an orgasm.

"Oh my fucking god Taylor yes please yes fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeeeeeee!"

He finds an extra gear, grabbing your hips tight and giving you the fucking of your life. It's too much. The thought of your fun cuddly friend losing control because of you and turning into a sex beast makes you come hard on his hot dick. You press your mouth against your forearm to muffle your screams, knowing if you let them out the whole park, the whole town would hear you.

He pulls out of you. "Jesus RC I'm gonna—" Before he can finish, you drop down to your knees, grab his ass with both hands, and pull his dick into your mouth until your nose is buried in his pubes. "Oh FUCK!" He digs his hands into your hair as his cock spasms in your throat, shooting his cum directly into your stomach. When you feel him finish, you pull off him a bit, sucking the last bits of jizz from his tip as he moans.

You let him fall from your mouth and smile up at him, rising up on your knees a bit to rub your tits over his still-firm member. "You said you wanted to go all the way down my throat after last time, right?" You smile as he gives you a bewildered nod. "Well how about next time you try out my ass?"

He chokes. "I... yeah, shit, that sounds awesome."

"Cool." You wink up at him. "I might make you take it from me, though."

There's a moment of confusion on his face, and then a flash of heat in his eyes. Without warning, he uses his hands in your hair to pull you up to your full height, forcing a moan out of you that he quiets with a hard kiss. "You're on."

"So people really don't care?"

"Not really, RC. I mean, everyone knows about it, that's for sure. And I've definitely heard some people say nasty things about you, but... but they're the kinda people you shouldn't care about anyways."

You smile at George as you relax in your bed, watching him play your old Sega Saturn. You felt bad about blowing him off that fateful day, so you'd invited him to your place to partake in your one piece of old school nerd cred. "What about you, Giorgio? You watch the video?" You giggle as his face goes beet red and he nearly fumbles the controller. "You jerked off to it, didn't you?"

"I-I-I... um..."

"Hey, chill, Geej. I get it." You reach out to put your hand on his shoulder. He tenses for a moment before visibly relaxing. He looks at you, face still crimson, his game forgotten. "That video is pretty fuckin hot. I should know." You give him a grin, and he returns it. "It's totally natural to be curious. But, y'know, next time, just ask me, OK?"

"Ask... you?" His eyes get wide as he processes the implications of your words. "I... OK. OK, RC, I will." His smile grows, and something enters his eyes. "It was pretty... pretty fucking hot. Goddamn, RC, you were... you're really something else." You both laugh at that. "And I'm not just talking about... about the sex stuff. I mean, that was... wow. But, at the start, when you had all that makeup on..."

You push down the feelings brought up by those memories. Even now that you've begun reconciling with both your masculine and feminine feelings, the experience of being **** into that super girly look when you didn't want it still haunts you. But there's something in George's voice that lets you push past that. "Yeah, you liked that?"

His face starts to return to its normal color. "I... I did! I really did. Like, it distracted me from... from all the..."

"All the fuckin?" You squeeze his shoulder.

"Heh, yeah. It was... you looked..."

Now you're sure you recognize that something in his voice. Because you've felt it, too. "Do you wanna try it?"

"I... what?" His voice cracks, just a little, but enough to confirm what you know.

"You wanna try some makeup on? I don't have much, but I'd love to share with you."

"I... I... um..." He looks in your eyes, and the fear in his face melts away when he sees your warm smile of acceptance. "Y-yeah, RC. That'd be cool."

You only have a little makeup, bought very recently when you decided you wanted to consciously explore your feminine side. It's more than enough for George, though. You sit him in front of your mirror, and he giggles nervously at first as you apply some eyeliner. That giggle turns into a revelatory laugh as you add some eyeshadow. He stops laughing when you put some lipstick on, his eyes locked onto his image in the mirror. When you finish adding a little blush to his cheeks, the look on his face has your heart racing. Feels pretty cool, huh? "How's it look, GiGi?"

"It looks... oh my god RC I can't even describe it. I feel... what is this feeling?"

You hug him from behind and whisper in his ear. "Seeing yourself."

His breathing is shallow and you can feel his heart pounding. You're on fire with happiness that you could give this to your friend. You style his curly hair with a few of your clips, giving him an adorably feminine look. Tears start to pool in his eyes. "RC... what... what does this mean?"

You squeeze him tight and shrug your shoulders. "I have no idea, Georgette. Maybe you'll find out someday. I'm pretty sure it at least means you like lookin a little girly."

"I... yeah. Yeah, I do. I really do."

"Y'know, you'd make an awfully cute girl." Your hands start to slide down his chest. "And I dunno about you, but when I see a cute girl, I just can't keep my hands off them." Your hands reach his lap, and you smile as you find him hard and straining against his shorts. "Do you like being a cute girl, Georgeanne?"

His breaths are heavy now. "Y-yeah. Yeah I do, RC." His voice is squeaky, like he's subconsciously matching it to his pretty face.

You nibble his ear and run one hand up under his shirt to tweak his nipple as the other strokes his bulge. "Is it OK if your friend plays with this cute girl?"

He lets out an adorable little moan. "Y-yeah. Yeah. It's OK."

You breathe the words "thank you" into his ear, just before teasing it with your tongue. You continue like that for a few minutes, rubbing and squeezing at his crotch, tweaking and teasing his nipple, ravishing his ear with your wet lively tongue. All the while you're watching the two of you in the mirror. He writhes under your ****, moaning and whining, his face twisted in delicious agony. You notice your masculine side start to surface, but it feels somehow... different. George isn't quite a girl, as girly as he's looking and acting right now, so the boy in you that loves to service pretty girls isn't quite the same. You can't put your finger on it, but the newness is exciting.

And so fucking hot.

"Alright, Gianna, I can't take it anymore. I need to taste you." You slide off the bed and get on your knees in front of him. Slowly pulling his shorts and underwear down and off his legs, you smile at the sight of his hard cock bobbing in his lap. It's so cute, just like the rest of him. Unable to help yourself, you lean forward and use your tongue to lap up the shining drop of precum on the tip. He lets out a little yelp, and you can't help but giggle. "You taste so yummy! Can I have some more?"

He nods, unable to speak, and then lets out a high-pitched moan as you take his cockhead into your mouth and gently suck. Running your tongue around the head, you hum in pleasure as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. His hands grab at the bedsheets as his body tenses. You push his legs apart, then pop your mouth off his cock and start sucking on the middle and ring fingers of your right hand. Once they're good and wet, you pull them out of your mouth and wink up at George. "I've always wanted to try this." With no further warning, you take his cockhead back into your warm wet mouth and push your spit-slick fingers into his asshole.

George pulls in a shuddering gasp and lets it out as a keening moan. You slowly pump you fingers in and out of his clutching ass, your other hand alternating between stroking his shaft and balls as your tongue firmly flicks over the base of his cockhead. He doesn't last long like that. He gives a sharp, sweet yelp as his cock spasms, filling your mouth with his hot cum. You eagerly drink it down, sucking and teasing his slit with your tongue to be sure you get every last drop.

He collapses back onto the bed, moaning and whimpering, and you climb up to lie beside him. One hand gently strokes and squeezes his spent cock, while your other plays with his hair. You kiss him, pushing your tongue into his mouth, letting him taste himself. Pulling away, you smile down at your pretty friend. "That was fun, huh?"

He looks up at you, breathless. "RC, that was... that was... thank you. For... all of it."

Your heart swells in your chest. "So you wanna try it again sometime?"

He smiles, his face going from pretty to beautiful. "That'd be really nice."

"Cool." You kiss him again and then snuggle your head next to his. "Maybe next time you can try some of my clothes, too."

You're on your way back to class as you hear the bell ring signaling the end of lunch break. You curse yourself for being late, although getting throatfucked by Taylor in the bathroom was definitely worth whatever reprimand you'll receive. As you start to rehearse the excuse you'll give to Mr. Peterson in your head, you're caught completely off guard when you turn a corner and nearly run into Jessica.

She's flanked on either side by Stacey and Anna, her arms crossed, one eyebrow lifted in a menacing arch. "What the fuck did you say to Lu?"

You blink, trying to catch your breath. These three had been avoiding you since that day, wanting to distance themselves from their involvement in your viral video. Part of you is still resentful of how they took advantage of you. All the same, being so close to them again, seeing their beautiful faces, their sexy bodies, smelling them... "I, um, what do you mean? What's up with Lu?"

Stacey narrows her eyes. "Don't you dare try that clueless schtick on us again."

"Yeah!" Anna juts her chin out at you. "We know Lu's been keeping you as her little pet. What did you say to her?"

Their attitude is helping you regain your confidence. You don't need to put up with this, not from these girls. "Hey, she cut me loose a couple weeks ago. I'm not her... her pet." As nice as that would be. "What are you talking about?"

Jessica is still all icy calm. "Lu's been bailing on us lately. Let's see now, it started... a couple weeks back?" Her bright blue eyes flash at you, betraying the rage behind her placid mask. "And yesterday she skipped cheer practice. She doesn't skip cheer practice."

Fuck yeah, Dom. "Maybe she found something better to do."

"Call me Mistress." Jessica's voice is sharp and quick as a whip.

Just like that, your mind clears, your heart pounds, your breaths become heavy. "Yes, Mistress." Oh that feels good to say.

"Get on your knees."

You obey. Jessica has you against the wall, and the other two girls crowd in on either side, trapping you.

Your Mistress glares down at you. "Now tell me, exactly, what it is you told her."

"I told her... I said... she should explore. Branch out." You flinch as Jessica's nostrils flare. "Mistress. That's really all I said, Mistress. I promise."

Jessica's face is still smooth as a lake, but you see the flash of anger in her eyes has given way to something else. Is that pain? Regret? "That's all, is it?" She takes a deep breath, letting it out as a sigh. "Figures it'd be something so small, coming from you. Alright, then, toy. You owe me, and you can start paying me back right now. Get me off."

You blink up at her, thrilling at being commanded by her once again. "H-here? In the hallway?"

She steps over you, covering your head with her cheerleader skirt, and you see and smell that she's not wearing any panties. "If you're really so concerned about that, toy, be quick about it."

You do as you're told. Reaching out your tongue, you taste her perfect pussy for the first time since that day. It's just as delicious as you remember. Like jelly silk, like candy liquor, like the fountain of eternal joy. She doesn't move, and yet her sex sucks you in, forcing you to press your face into her crotch as your tongue desperately works to please your Mistress. It's too good. Your heart bursts with the joy of servicing such a perfect idol of erotic delights. You want to touch more of her, give her more of yourself, be devoured by this deity of pure sensuality.

But you hold back, doing only what is commanded of you, because you are a good toy.

Jessica lets out a soft sharp "hmmnh!" as she comes, her juices christening your face. You giggle helplessly, lost in happiness, thankful for being marked. Once she's done, she steps back, looking down at your panting, smiling, shining face. She gives you a small, warm smile, setting off fireworks in your chest. "You've improved, toy. Seems that time with Lu did you good." Her smile vanishes, replaced by her usual icy calm. "And it seems you remember who you really belong to. Good. Be ready for me to use that mouth again, or whatever part of my toy I'm in the mood for. Anytime. Any place. I'll be calling. Got it?"

The bliss of submission settles over you like a blanket. "Yes, Mistress."

You've been classmates with Skye all year, but you'd never hung out before. It might've been the notoriety that got her to invite you over, or maybe she's just responding to the energy you've been putting out there. You're noticing people treating you different lately, and you're sure it isn't just because of the video.

Skye had been very upfront about what she wanted. As soon as you got to her house after school, the two of you had stripped down to your underwear and started making out in her bed. It was fun, sensual, low-pressure. Just holding and touching each other, letting your bodies do the talking as you got to know one another. No expectations, no rush to get off, just the desire to feel close to someone.

After a while of that you decided to take a break, and now you're stretched out in her bed, cuddling her from behind, watching anime on her laptop and sharing a weed pen. You haven't been this stoned in a while, and you're having a little trouble following the plot of the show. "Wait... didn't that character die at the beginning?"

Skye exhales a small cloud of vapor. "Yep. They totally did. And now they're reincarnated in this other world." She brushes her long wavy cerulean hair away from her face. "That's why I love this shit. One minute life is boring and then bam traumatic event and you get to explore a whole new life. A whole new chance to discover yourself."

"Shit." You accept the offered pen and take a hit. "Relatable as fuck." You exhale, your mind slowly spinning.

"Right?" Skye takes the pen back, takes a long look at it, then puts it aside. "Sometimes I wish it were that easy."

You laugh, louder and longer than you meant to. Damn that's some good weed. "Dying is easy?"

Skye doesn't laugh, but she does smile. Her smile is so fucking pretty. "Easier than living as someone you're not."

Without thinking, you snuggle a little closer to her. She's so soft, so smooth. I just want to keep touching her. "Yeah... crazy how you can not know that, even as you're doing it."

She snuggles back against you, setting off sparks in your chest. "It's scary to find out you've been living a lie." She starts rubbing her leg against yours. "Coming out to myself was way harder than coming out to anyone else. Just realizing I had something that needed to come out took more courage than I knew I even had." She grabs your hand and pulls your arm around her, wriggling deeper into your embrace. "The truth was just like this bright shining light inside me, and I couldn't look directly at it because it hurt so much. It was easier to just ignore it, be numb, pretend it wasn't even there."

She's silent for a moment, and you can feel in her touch that she needs to say more. When she does speak again, her voice is almost too soft to hear. "Maybe I could've kept that up, just been a shell of a person pretending to be alive. I don't think I would've made it very far. But instead..." She takes a deep breath, and the swell of her chest matches your own heavy breaths. "Instead I looked at myself in the mirror, and gave myself permission to tell the truth, and said I'm a girl. And just like that, the light inside I was so afraid of burst and filled me and I felt alive for the first time in my life."

"Holy shit, Skye." You squeeze her tight against you and kiss her shoulder. "I know how you feel, kind of. At least, I know what it's like to have that... that moment. Of getting permission to tell the truth to yourself." It wasn't you who gave yourself permission, it was Lu. And you didn't quite have that awful experience of living a lie. Being a girl isn't a lie, it's just not your whole truth. But having to hide from yourself, being afraid to face that truth... you know that feeling.

Even if it was someone else who put that fear in you.

Skye twists around in your arms so she's facing you. Her face is so close to yours, she's so pretty, the twinkle in her eyes is so inviting. You simply can't help yourself. You were so stoned and so absorbed by her story you hadn't noticed her bringing out the boy in you. And the boy in you can't resist kissing such a pretty girl.

After a few minutes of slow sensual kisses she pushes you away, a familiar heat in her eyes. "So..." she sounds almost embarrassed. What on earth could she be embarrassed about at this point? "I hear you like being... told what to do."

More than anything. "Yeah."

"OK..." Her eyes wander down your body. "Take off your bra."

You gladly comply, feeling a thrill that this new lover would so quickly embrace this part of you.

Skye can't take her eyes off your chest. "Damn. Those are nice. Put your titty in my mouth."

You smile and lean over her face, using a hand to guide your stiff nipple into her waiting mouth. She lies there and lazily sucks on your breast, and you can't help but let out little sighs and coos of pleasure. After a while she pulls back, looking at you with eyes full of desire. "Get naked, I want you in my lap."

You slip your panties off and move with her as she crawls to the edge of the bed. She joins you in your nudity, and you stare at her thick pink nipples and smooth sexy cock as she positions herself. She beckons you into her lap, and you sit facing away from her, toward the full length mirror on the wall. At first, you just revel in the feeling of being touched. She sucks on your ears and neck, her hands running over your thighs, your hips, your breasts. She reaches between your legs, and you're excited for her to play with your pussy, but instead she pulls her cock until it's poking up between your legs. She then uses her hands to push your legs together, squeezing your thighs around her member, and she purrs into the back of your neck.

"Um, Skye... I..." You're captivated by the image in the mirror. Skye is tall, but not taller than you, so all you can really see in the mirror is yourself. Her cock is nice and long, long enough that a good amount is poking up out of your crotch. Maybe it's the weed, maybe it's the haze of lust, but you can't help thinking it's your cock sticking up out of your lap. And the boy in you is thrilled. "I... I like your cock."

She giggles. "It's pretty nice, huh?" She leans her face up so her mouth is against your ear. "You can borrow it if you want."

Please yes. "I... what?"

"It feels good, right? Seeing that in the mirror?"

How does she... come on, RC. Duh. Of course she gets it. "Yeah. Yeah, it really does."

Her voice is a hot whisper. "Do you wanna fuck me with it?"

Your breath catches in your throat. "...yes, please."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Get up."

You do as you're told, turning to face her as she lays back onto the bed. She orders you to spread her legs, then she pushes her cock forward, lining it up with your pussy. It takes a little maneuvering to find the best angle, but in moments you're sinking down onto her, accepting her cock inside you with a deep moan. Her eyes are closed in pleasure, her hands rubbing her breasts as she mouths the words fuck me. You don't need to be told twice.

You've never fucked anyone like this before, so it takes a few minutes to find a good rhythm, but once you do something incredible starts to happen. The weed is making things blur together a bit in your mind, and as you look down at where you're joined with Skye the difference between her cock and your pussy seems to vanish. You're the one fucking her, holding her legs back and pumping as she writhes and moans and clutches the sheets. There's a cock, and you're the one using it. There's a pussy, and your motions are filling and stretching it. The boy in you shouts in joy as you fuck this pretty girl on the bed, and that euphoria pushes you way over the edge.

You squirt, hard, your cum splashing against Skye's crotch. She throws her head back and screams "Oh RC fuck!" and you feel her twitch and spasm. Your knees give out, and you collapse on top of her. Arms wrap around bodies, mouths find each other, legs rub and push and move and the two of you become one twisting mass of post-orgasmic bliss. You can almost feel your physical forms melting away as your bright shining souls touch each other.

The two of you lay in bed, bodies twisted together, breathing and giggling and touching and just being together. You make a promise to yourself in that moment. Never again will you hide your truth, from yourself or from anyone. The joy you can find in being yourself is too good to deny. Whatever the truth is, wherever it leads you, that's where you want to be. Now that you've met the real you, you're amazed to discover how much you like yourself. Why would you ever want to hide from that again?

It's nearly the end of the school year. Almost time for graduation. You still can't believe how much has changed. You're still amazed by how good your life has become.

You still hang out with Lu every now and then, each time slipping easily into the role of sub as your Dom shows you exactly what you're capable of. Taylor keeps you satisfied by roughly using you on a regular basis, and he's gotten better about figuring out when you're getting the itch, sometimes even before you do. You and George now have regular sessions where you doll him up in your girliest clothes and makeup. He's even started buying some stuff of his own, which makes you happier than you can put into words. Jessica made good on her promise, and like a good toy you obediently service her whenever she demands. One time she brought Stacey and Anna with her, and the three of them used you until you were a trembling mess. That memory still gets you through the increasingly rare night you spend by yourself. Skye hasn't exactly become your girlfriend, as you're not really interested in starting anything serious right before graduating, but the two of you share something special, and you always look forward to spending time with her.

All of that, and something is still missing. Something keeps nagging at your heart, keeping you from feeling truly satisfied, truly happy, even though you have so much of what you want. Even though you finally feel like you know who you are. The old you would have ignored that nagging feeling. Would have just carried on pretending like nothing was wrong. But you know better, now. You know you need to do something about it. Not doing anything would be lying to yourself, and you won't do that anymore.

Of course, as soon as you make up your mind to do it, she texts you first.

It's a beautiful June day, the blue sky studded with perfect white clouds, the sun streaming through the long branches of the willow she's waiting under by the river. You walk up to her, fighting the sense of déjà vu as you join her in the place the two of you spent so much time together, a lifetime ago.

"Emily." She's sitting there on the old wrought-iron bench, looking at the flowing water, her dirty blonde hair loose around her shoulders, wearing a floral sundress. She's so beautiful you could cry. "Hi."

She looks up at you, her emerald eyes holding so much emotion. "Hi, Charlie. Been a while."

Yes it has. You haven't seen her since that day. You remember the moment when you denied Tony, looking right into her eyes. You'd hoped she would come to you then, take your hand, tell you she forgave you. But she just stood there. After Lu had disposed of Tony and pulled you up off the floor, you had looked for her, but she'd vanished into the crowd. Since then, you've been avoiding her, afraid to face her again. "Yeah, Em. I'm... I'm sorry..."

"Stop, Charlie."

Your breath catches in your throat. What was that in her voice? You've never heard her sound like that before.

"Listen, Charlie, I... this is so hard to put in words." She takes a breath. "I was... I was pretty messed up that day, when we... in the locker room. I was dealing with some... some problems. Relationship problems."

Oh. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I realize now I wasn't... wasn't being true to myself, with them. With my ex. But at the time I was just so messed up I... I shouldn't have done that to you. I shouldn't have pulled you into my mess. I owe you better than that..." she looks away, biting her lip, tears pooling in her eyes. "I owe you better than that after driving you away."

What? "Emily I... you... what are you talking about? I thought... I drove you away!"

She looks back at you, a tear making its way down her freckled cheek, and she gives you a pained smile. "That so?" She wipes the tear away with the palm of her hand. "Well, I really don't think it matters anymore. That was... we were different, then. But you're still... you're still the most important person I've ever had in my life, Charlie."

Why can't I breathe? "Emily..."

"Seeing you like that, with Tony, it... it hurt. It hurt to see you with him, but not because... not because I was jealous or anything, but... because I knew he was wrong. Wrong for you. Wrong about you." She gives a slow nod. "And yet... seeing you like that, seeing you under his control... it... awakened something in me."

Oh, that's what that is in her voice. You can breathe again, but your breaths are so heavy. "Yeah, Em?"

"Yeah, Charlie. I've been doing a lot of thinking. A lot of... questioning. And... I know what I want now. I know what I want to be, and who I want to be with."

Now it's your turn to wipe a tear away.

She looks down, then back up into your eyes. "I know I can't expect anything from you, after all that's happened, but I have to say it anyway. I have to tell the truth. I... I want to be with you, Charlie, but not like we were before. I... I want..." Her face twists. "I want to... own you. I know that sounds... I just... I want you to be mine. Mine. All of you." The words start spilling out of her now. "I want you to be my submissive tomboy girlfriend and do what I say and love me and fuck me and accept me and... and..."

You get down on one knee in front of her, taking her hand in yours. "Hey, Emily, it's OK. I get it. It feels weird to say all that out loud, huh? Feels like you shouldn't want any of that, like it's wrong?"

She nods, face scrunched up, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I understand." You kiss her hand. "And I want all that, too. I want to be yours. I want to obey you and belong to you and find out what it means to be myself. I want to be me with you. You were always..." Here it is. "You were always the one. Always the one I knew I could be true with. Truly me. I... I love you, Emily."

Her tears are still flowing, but her face is opening like a flower. "I love you, Charlie."

"Will you own me, Em?"

"Will you be mine, Charlie?"

You answer her with a kiss. There, on your knees, by the whispering brook, you give her the first true kiss of your life. Her feminine aura surrounds you, intoxicates you, allows you to let go. You've found yourself, and now with her you can find out where your truths will lead. Together.

You finally found the courage to be who you are, and now you get to give all of that, all of you, to her. To the one person who truly knows you, accepts you, loves you, all of you. Heart, mind, and soul.