Hamlet, this is not

You're sitting at your desk when the bell goes, contemplating the mistake you just made by agreeing to spend time with a sexual predator who gets off on 'cheek fucking' her students, before you feel a light tap on your shoulder, it's Rebecca, the petite shy girl from maths class.

_"Hey Doug, I just wanted to say how grateful we all are that you agreed to play the starring role in the school play. You're so brave sacrificing yourself like this. I can't tell you how glad me and the girls are to be getting some much-needed relief. You look behind her and notice a group of five girls smiling and waving at you. "You're a true hero and a super cute one at that. You're gonna look soooo great in a white dress" She says as her eyes begin to well up, overcome with joy._

"Wait, wait, wait, back up, sacrifice? Relief? White dress!?!? Look, Becky, I'm not sure about this at all. Nobody told me I have to sacrifice myself or give anyone some much-needed relief, and I certainly won't be wearing a dress. I only wear dresses on Fridays when my mom makes me play Twister with my little sister and her friends, naked, save for a frock. Sorry, but I've changed my mind. I'm not doing."

The girls look disappointed, Ms Miller does not, however_. "Erm, Dougie, I'm afraid participating in the play is now compulsory on your part. A verbal agreement is considered binding by the law of the state. You have **** in the matter unless you wish to break your word and serve five years in the Fucktoy Camp as punishment. I'm sure a pretty boy like you would be in high demand, don't you think?" _She says with a knowing wink.

You roll your eyes at her underhanded threat. Five years? No way. One year tops. But it's still not worth the trouble, so you just resign yourself to your fate.

_"Fine, I'll do it." _You say, as your anxiety begins to rise.__

"Great. Now, go with Rebecca and Lucy to the dressing room and they'll help you get ready. Remember girls, prepare him well, but not too well, okay? We him somewhat functional now, don't we?"

_"Yes, Miss. Leave it to us, Miss. We'll take great care of little Dougie. He'll be ready for action in no time." Says Becky, with an ominous look in her eyes. The shameless tent in her skirt adding to your anxiety._

_"Erm, Miss," You say, "what's the name of this play?_

"Ah, the name, yes, it's aptly named, even if I do say so myself, which I most definitely do: Snow White and the Seven Shlongs. And you, Dougie, are playing Snow White. Congratulations!" Miss Miller claps her hands excitedly while the girls begin whoop-whooping and catcalling.

You just sit there with a dumb look on your face_._ "Erm, Miss, there seems to be some confusion here. Snow White is a girl. I can't play that role because I'm a boy. And what the hell is a shlong anyway?"

"Oh, my dear innocent Dougiekins, you may pass as a boy right now, although that delectable cute butt of yours says otherwise, but give my girls here a makeup set, a wedding gown and a large tub of highly concentrated lube and you'll be a beauty queen in no time. Think positive my boy!"

Shit, you think, you have to get out of this somehow. You only took theatre class because your big sister told you it was the easiest class in school, you had no idea you'd be sacrificing yourself or relieving people - whatever that means - and you have to wear a dress? You fucking hate Twister night. But it's either that or spend time in the Fucktoy Camps.

You have a decision to make.

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