Go wash up.

I lay there on the dirty carpet, my jaw throbbing from the blowjob and my cheeks aching from the slap. What had I done wrong? I obeyed Mia's every command, even swallowing her disgusting cum with a smile. But it hadn't been enough. The shame and self-loathing were overwhelming, making me feel like a failure as a sissy.

Lola knelt down beside me. "Go ahead to the bathroom and clean up," she said gently. "Your room is at the end of the hallway, on the left."

I trudged down the hall towards the bathroom. It was disgusting. Empty shampoo bottles and wads of cum-harden toilet paper litter the floor next to a overflowing wastebasket. I quickly turned on the faucet and splashed water onto my face to rinse away the taste of her cum and my dried tears. When I felt somewhat presentable again, I opened the door and made my way towards my new room with my suitcase in hand.

The room was... nice. It still had the decor from the previous sissy who lived here. The walls were pink adorned with fairy lights strung across them in a zig-zag pattern. The lights cast a warm glow over the heart-shaped plush carpet below. The full size bed is piled high with plush pillows in various shades of pink and cream, and a fuzzy white plush unicorn. Compared to the filth of the rest of the dorm, this room felt like a slice of heaven.

I flopped down on the bed, hugging the unicorn close. What's wrong with me? Why couldn't I ever do anything right? All my life, I had wanted to be a good sissy... and yet here I was, always managing to fail miserably. Tears welled up in my eyes, I curled into a ball and cried myself to sleep.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Pizza's here!" Lola called through my door.

Pizza! My stomach growls. I sat upright on the edge of the bed, blinking rapidly to clear my vision. Pizza was a luxury back home. I hadn't had one in ages.

Quickly, I dashed out of my room and into the living area. Lola and Mia were already sitting together on the couch, munching on slices of steaming hot pizza while watching the TV. There were seven boxes in total, but they had already eaten through three of them.

Wow! The sisters really do have a high metabolism. Looking over at the pizza, I snag a slice.

"Thank you!" I told them.

Mia, refusing to make eye contact with me, grumbles, "Its 'Thank you, Mistress' cumrag!"

"Oh sorry. Thank you Mistresses!"

Lola chuckled softly. "That's better, Cutie. You can just call me Miss Lola. Why don't you come sit on my lap while we eat?" Her blue eyes sparkled with affection.

"Th-thank you, Miss Lola," I stammer, rushing over to her.

It feels strange to sit on her lap. She's only wearing a old, beat up, pair of panties and a bra. Her huge bulge presses against my butt cheeks, making me blush even more. As I settle onto her lap, she begins to run her fingers through my hair, comfortingly.

Meanwhile, Mia shot me a dirty look from across the room before turning her attention back to the screen. I ignored the hostility; after all, there was pizza to be enjoyed. I took my first bite. It was so good.

Mmmmmhh!!!

"Aww, you're so cute when you make those noises!" Lola leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek.

"So," Mia says between bites, not looking away from the screen, "what do you want to watch?"

"Well," Lola began, "I think Billie should decide what we watch."

Mia snorts derisively. "Oh please," she scoffs, "you want the sissy to choose?"

I glance at Lola, hoping for some guidance. She nods encouragingly.

Chuckling softly, she gives my head a gentle squeeze. "It's okay, Cutie. You can pick whatever movie you like. This is your night." Her blue eyes twinkle with affection as she kisses the top of my head.

"I don't understand. How do you just pick a movie?" I questioned.

"It called streaming," Mia explained sarcastically, "you idiot."

"Streaming?"

Lola giggled. "Don't mind her, Cutie. It's a new way of watching movies. You see," she began, "there's this thing called the internet..."

Mia rolled her eyes.

"...and you search for a movie. Then, you click play and it starts playing right away!"

"Wow! That sounds so advanced! We don't have anything like that where I'm from."

With Lola's guidance, I picked out a movie called Whore Hero, an award-winning biopic about Kockaterina the Great, the founder of the Throbbi Empire. The film chronicled her rise from humble beginnings as a cheap prostitute to becoming an empress who led her people to unprecedented heights of enlightenment and prosperity. As I watched the movie, I marveled at how she managed to conquer nation after nation, leaving behind a trail of progress and peace in her wake. The natives were encouraged to abandon their primitive backward ways and fully embrace Futa Supremacy. In this new order, males became known as "Sissies" while females became "Breeders," both playing essential parts in serving their superior futa masters. This system functioned seamlessly for countless generations, fostering social harmony and unprecedented prosperity.

When the credits began to roll, there was a moment of silence before Lola turned to me with a smile. "So, what did you think?" she asked eagerly.

"I thought it was amazing! I love Kockaterina!" My cheeks flushed slightly as I realized that my words might have come out a bit too gushy,"I-I mean she was truly an incredible leader, and I can see why people still talk about her today." Lola didn't seem to mind my gushing. Instead, she leaned forward and gave me a warm hug.

"I'm so glad you enjoyed it," she said sincerely. "It really is a wonderful story."

"Eh, it had its moments," Mia muttered, picking at a thread on her shirt. "But let's face it; some of those battle scenes were just ridiculous." She glanced over at me, trying to egg me on.

"Don't pay any attention to her," Lola interjected quickly. "She's just jealous because she doesn't have access to the imperial harem!"

The sisters both laughed.

"Its just so amazing to see her story like that," I said, unable to hide my admiration. "Back home, their version of her story isn't quite as grandiose, and sadly, she's been left out of many school curricula. It's a shame really."

Lola furrowed her brows at my words, clearly confused. "Left out of the curriculum? Cutie, where are you from exactly?"