Mommy answers the phone.

"I've got it dear, just enjoy your scotch..." you hear your Mommy cajoling Daddy in the background. Your prayers are answered! Now you need to see how your hail marys work out.

"Oh, Momma Llama, thank goody gumdrops I reached you! Your little bunny bear is so sorry, and so scared! Please help me!" You lay it on as thick as you can. You know she loves to give you little pet names and instead of ignoring them like you usually do, you lean into them. You only hope it's enough.

"What's wrong, scaredy sweets?" You can hear the concern in your Mommy's voice. You almost hate how easy it is to get her back on your side after you treated her so horribly, but not so much you won't push your advantage.

"Oh Momma Bear, Daddy made me walk the streets and the police arrested me and threw me in a cage with the poors! They **** me Mommy, and not the good kind like you want." It doesn't take much more begging and lying to get Mommy to offer to smooth things over with Daddy and get you home where you belong. Things are going to be easy peasy lemon squeezy from here on out...

Except they weren't...

Daddy lost interest in you one way or another. He didn't notice whether you were cumming or going. Just another sissy disappointment from one of many families. You're pretty sure he figured out how to make money declaring you a "condemned property" for tax purposes, so he leaves you alone. Mommy still worries though. Because no matter how hard she tries, her sissy daughter can't seem to stay out of trouble.

At first she put it down to your rebellious stubborn streak. Staying out way past curfew in an outfit that could charitably called "whorish". Or caught stealing a buttplug at the sex store when she knows you have a more than complete collection at home. She probably became suspicious when you graffitied "cops is fags" on the side of the police station.

Whatever the crime, she must have noticed that you only ever called her begging her to bail out her baby boo until after you spent enough time in lock up to collect multiple sperm samples from every inmate. Every now and then you even run into a repeat offender. You call them your "steadies". They always kiss you, grope you, and fuck you a little harder than the rest. Like they are trying to hold on to the patch of paradise they found just a little longer.

Other times you run into real macho men with something to prove. They want to show the whole lock up they can out fuck, outlast, and out cum every other walking hard on in the clink. You always egg them on, knowing they will take you a little deeper down that sissy spiral and silence the scared, shamed boi screaming deep down inside you a little longer.

Some days you run into another scared sissy just like you once were. You always calm their nerves with a cummy kiss, eat their apple bottomed ass out to get in nice and ready, and suckle on their lil' clitties as they give up their sissy cunt for the first time, then the second, and third until eventually you both lose count and collapse in a cummy sissy puddle. Some of these bitches get so into they become repeat offenders too, but you don't mind sharing...too much. Besides, it keeps the lil' boi quiet when you're comforting another blushing bitch.

Your Mommy warns you she can't keep bailing you out forever. The pigs warn you that they can't keep writing you up as misdemeanors forever, even if you suck the ink out of their pens. Your probation officer warns you that if you keep up at this rate you're going to be considered a recidivist. Your judges warn you, mercy can only extend so far.

You wish they could understand...ever since you got away with it that first night, ever since you manipulated Mommy into making excuses for you like she had her whole life...you've craved someone to put you in your place. You know someone out there will see how guilty you are...will punish you for being such a selfish, naughty slut.

And on the outside, when your brain isn't flooded with flight or fuck adrenaline and endorphins then drowned and pickled in an overdose of sissgasm fueled serotonin, you go back to being scared, ashamed, and regretful. All you can think about is how you threw away your life. High school drop out, sissy whore, and jail bird. You have no future and your past is pathetic. Every moment "free" is one trapped in your own personal prison, with your brain serving as the sadistic warden. When you're locked up and surrounded by hard, horny criminals, you're truly free.

Whatever Mommy suspects or doesn't, it's only a matter of time before they through the book at you and send you to big boi prison. The idea of being stuck in those communal showers with those brutes...long nights alone in a cell with a savage man with nothing to lose...steamy moments stolen in the corners of a laundry room, or library, or under the bleachers of the prison yard...it makes you wonder when they will finally give you what you deserve.

You know Mommy won't understand, Mommy tried to raise you better, but her pleading you denied. That leaves only you to blame, because Mommy tried.