Crossdresser

“How is that even a choice? A girly little femboy sissy I get to torment for a whole day of highschool? Oh, I know what I’m choosing.” DJ’s smile took on a malicious look as she reached for the gas again.

‘One sec there bestie. We have a few more things to figure out. See, branches beget branches. And apparently the Author is a fucking masochist. So, you even get to pick your flavor of crossdresser.’

DJ leaned back on the bike again, sitting upright. Her bare arms felt the chill in the air as she contemplated the flavors she would prefer to taste.

‘Now now, quit being greedy, you only get to pick one of two. First, we have the girly sissy who loves to dress up, but has only done it in private. That Jason is gonna be your cute little girly goth. But he will certainly have a whole bunch of other things you can use to **** him with. Plus, you being the meanie you are, made him walk to school and wait for you at the entrance where all the other kids will walk past.’ Giggling, PK couldn’t help but adding more fuel for the fire that was Jason’s humiliation. ‘And this conversation is definitely adding to that time.’

DJ shrugged, having learned better than to just accept the first choice. PK had constantly led with what she considered the better option. It still didn’t hurt to hear out the other.

‘I can hear you think DJ… stop trying to take advantage of me and remember, we agreed to be a team right?’

“Can’t blame a girl for trying.” DJ’s voice was taking on a more feminine lilt the longer she sat there astride her bike.

‘I think I just did.’ Rolling her metaphysical eyes, PK decided that the argument wasn’t worth any part of her literally infinite time. ‘The next option is like we thought you would be today. This is just your friend Jason dressed up in the clothes you are forcing him to wear. And it turns out, he fit into Kenzie’s clothes the best. So you know what that means.’

“Barbie the bimbo slut.”

‘Yep! So willing big tiddy goth GF? Or, humiliated and blackmailed big titty bimbo Barbie?’

"Do you ever think it is odd that you can read my thoughts and keep asking me all these questions?" DJ reached for the gas on the bike and pulled back onto the road. Traffic around the school began to back up as parents dropping off their kids sat in line.

The leather clad vixen on the loud sportbike drew a lot of attention. Sure, the student body was used to seeing DJ pull her stunts. But the parents were much less desensitized. Although DJ thought that she was beginning to recognize a few of the father’s that had perhaps learned to watch the show she put on each morning.

Slipping the bike between cars and past teachers earned DJ a few reprimands that she knew would never land, as well as more than a few looks of pure jealousy from others stuck in traffic and just trying to get to work on time. Deciding she was done with the crowds, DJ slipped the bike up one of the handicapped access ramps onto the highschool and rode down the sidewalk slowly. Students split out of her way, none wanting to draw her attention or ire.

Pulling up to the front of school, she parked the motorcycle next to the bike racks and chuckled at the long running joke. As DJ slid from the bike, she noticed that the onlookers who stared at her came in two flavors. Equal parts scared, and equal parts excited. Some even managed to do both. Not quite ready to spoil the surprise, she slipped the black helmet off her head, placing it on the handlebars of the bike. Taking the time to fluff her hair back into place, she decided to see if PK really could read her mind.

Turning around, she stared across the grass and locked eyes with Jason.