Candi, a sissy cheerleader.

You see a gurl you've lusted after all semester. Candi, a bottle blond bimboi almost bursting out of her sinfully small cheerleader's uniform. She's beautiful, brainless, and by all accounts, a real bitch, and not in the good way. She always has her adorable little button nose stuck in the air looking down on sissies and bois alike. Rumor is, she only subs to studs. You plan to change that.

You send Daisy over to make the introductions, but you can tell she is even more afraid of Candi than she is of you. You plan to change that as well. You give Daisy enough time to get Candi's attention, and you have to admit, you admire the way she makes your sissy bitch squirm with just a disdainful downward glance. You make a mental note to give Candi that look when she is worshiping your cock.

You push your way through the crowd, exuding big dick energy and finding sissies and even studs making way. You flash them a cocky smirk as you pass and wish you had learned just how far a little swagger and a jolt of confidence could take you before you became a sissy. Then again, it was hard to have BDE when you were average at your most generous measurement. You'll settle for being Big Bimboi On Campus, and making Candi your cream filled treat will go a long way towards solidifying your reputation.

When you finally reach your prey, Daisy looks petrified and Candi looks pissed. She turns her pretty little nose up at you and looks down past her long lashes and snarls, "Is this ditzy bitch like on goofballs or sumthin' or did you for rilly rills send her over to ask if I wanted to be like your lil' bitch baby?" She juts out her bountiful breasts almost threateningly and carries an aura of unquestionable authority and merciless menace. It almost makes you waver, but it also makes it that much more tempting to put her in your place.

You step forward and and stand tall, which puts you on your tippie toes to get eye to eye as you snarl back, "Oh no, she must have mispoke," Candi begins to smirk before you wipe the smile off her face. "I didn't send her over to ask if you wanted to be LIKE my bitch baby, because I'm not a ditzy fake blonde like you. I sent her over to Tell you that you would BE my sissy ****. It's just a matter of if you want me to break you in the easy way or the hard way. Oh and fair warning, the easy way is pretty fucking hard too."

Candi's mouth hangs agape and you half expect a load of cum to fall out. You guess you caught her between blowjobs. You are feeling confident and cocksure. If she is already speechless from just hearing someone with the sack to finally stand up to her, you can't wait to hear how her tune changes when she feels your cock pounding her sissy cunt and melting her mind.

Then things take a turn as Candi's 'O' shaped expression of shock stretches to let out a full throated laugh, and with the sissy cheerleader's extra 'lung capacity' the whole party hears her cackle, "HEEE HEEEE HEEEEEE Oh mah gawd! HEE HEE You...you TEE HEE really mean it. Oh you silly lil' newborn bimbois. HEE HEE You wouldn't make it to try outs to be one of my second string bitches and you want to make me your TEE HEE sissy HEE ****? HEEEE HEEEE SNNRT HEEEEE HEEEEEE"

A crowd has formed around you, all snickers and stares. You feel your blood boil, but there is an icy calm in the pit of your stomach, you focus on it and say with a scary stillness. "We'll see how loud you're laughing when I fill your cunt so full of cum you can gargle on it." The party goers are shocked silent. Candi looks as if you slapped the laughter off her lips with your thick cock. Daisy looks between the two of you, not sure who to root for or who to despise more.

Finally, Candi cuts through the thick cloud of tension with an airy announcement, "Like for rilly rilly rills? Okay, then let's head down to the basement and settle this like sissies." The rowdy rubberneckers burst into riotous applause as they begin to move en masse to the basement, carrying Candi and you along like twigs swept up in the tide. Candi keeps her calm, cruel smirk on her face and you stand firm, not willing to give this bitch so much as a flinch or a quiver.

You make it down to a surprisingly large, well lit basement, and the crowd begins to fill the edges of the room, leaving the center revealed.