No I won't throw away my Manhood, I just need air

You let out a frustrated sigh although, with the high pitched valley girl tone you've had to do so much it's basically natural at this point, it sounds more pouty than actually upset. You can't just throw away the one last piece of dignity you have no matter how horny you are. You're a man damn it.

As you get off the toilet you were sitting on for your impromptu and unsatisfying jerk off you just had, you notice the little cover that fell off and started all of this. You realize you should probably tell Maddie about this so she can use the adhesive she used before to get it on. It'll probably last longer this time because your body is so smooth from the constant waxings and those damn smoothies, you're not even sure you can grow any body hair anymore at this point.

Then you realize, if she hadn't put on that damn thing you would've been able to actually jerk off earlier

You wouldn't have been humiliated from your first time finishing with someone being with a man pounding your ass.

You would've been able to see the damage those damn things were doing to your dick and put your foot down earlier.

You wouldn't have sat there subserviently as they **** you to change your major to what's essentially "how to be a bimbo"

You wouldn't have sucked more dicks than you've kissed women.

Sure you would've been expelled and had to lay some money, and Maddie would never talk to you again. But damn it you're a man, not some stupid sorority slut bimbo who can't even get a damn order right.

This is your first act of rebellion you decide, this is your first act to yourself of reclaiming your masculinity. You pick up the pouch and you throw it in the garbage where it belonged in the first place.

You look over at the vanity in your shared bathroom and see all your makeup supplies scattered around. Hundreds of dollars you've wasted on vanity things you don't even need, burning through all your savings and leaving you to have to present your new tits to random guys as a glorified stripper at Hooters.

Not anymore, with how much the hormones and fillers have feminized your face, you don't even think you need them. You grab the thong you came in with and slide them on when you realize a problem.

As soon as the soft silk fabric pressed up against your little dick, that doesn't even leave a bump in it, your world exploded in pleasure as your knees buckle and you have to grab the vanity. You were too busy thinking of how it hid your masculinity you didn't even think of how it also kept your dick from going crazy at the soft fabrics of your new underwear collection that was more lingerie than actual underwear.

It doesn't matter though, you can deal with it just like you were able to deal with it in the bathroom. You strut, as always walking in heels has changed your gait to where you always walk like you're on the runway, out of the bathroom and back into the shared dormitory where you hear a voice call you out as you open the door

"Sounds like someone had a little too much fun in the bathroom"