Not before you've built an army.

You wake up early to sneak past the pile of sissies littering the floor to wake Samantha. She smiles sweetly, a smile you haven't seen since lazy sunday mornings, waking you up with burnt bacon and soggy toast and looking proud as punch. You've never been prouder of her. From lost little boi to silly sissy slut to the comely creature you see before you. She's grown quite coquettish, and even more cunning, but her real strength lies in her kindness. You've long been cursed to sniff out the worst in a man or sissy like a bloodhound, but somehow despite all the shit surrounding them, Samantha can find the good in anyone, and somehow she can inspire them to see it themselves.

"Mmm morning, mommers." You've won back your daughter's love and her trust, but you're still working on the respect. "Not that I'm not loving kneeling in the dirt and cleaning even filthier cocks with my throat, but is today the day?" You certainly hope not. Plan A requires more time, more sissies, and a lot more tools than you've managed to squirrel away. Plan B might be ready if you're pushed to it, but it would cost a great deal to you and your newfound family, and with only a prayer's chance in Hell of succeeding. Not that you ever had much faith...

"Maybe, darling, maybe." You give Samantha a hopeful look, and she smiles and nods, as if she knows how hard it is for you to look hopeful when everything looks so hopeless. Perhaps that's you're strength. You've never had a single sane reason to believe you'd succeed at anything you set out to do your whole life. Not crawl out of the cesspool you were born in, or finish school, or marry the girl of your dreams, or build a life and home and company, and even though you've lost it all, you never stop hoping you'll find a way to succeed. You still aren't sure if it's some inner strength, stubbornness, or stupidity, but it's the only chance you and your band of bimboi 'brothers' have.

"Wake up, my lovely loves. We have work to do." The floor of femmy flesh stirs and writhes and rises and you have to remind yourself, as you do every morning, that you have more important things to do than dive into the stirring sea of sissies and drown your troubles under and ocean of calming cum. You figure a few more days if you're lucky, which you never are, and a week at most if you can manage to keep the Three Jay's from discovering your plan.

It's almost too perfect. You are almost grateful to the base bastards that betrayed you for the chance to get sweet **** upon them, and all with the tools of their own fashioning. Step one was the easiest part, suss out the weaknesses of the studs and sissify them. Part two was beyond you. It required Samantha's kind soul to soothe the hurt of the hussies you turned. Step three was sweet sabotage, but it required enough sissies to overwhelm the studs, and using their own equipment as armament. You are so close too, close enough to taste it. It tastes almost as good as the countless gallons of cum you have been '****' to guzzle down as your plan takes shape.

You are the first to step out of the tiny trailer, as always, and as always you are greeted by mud and filth and more to come as you make your way to the front of the worksite to get in 'position' for the workers making their way to the still skeletal frame of the building you worked your whole life to erect. What you see instead of the usual empty lot is a field full of bodies. A veritable sea of strong, surly, stupid studs you doubt even Samantha could find good in. And at the head of them all stand the vilest of them all.

"No use playing dumb, Jane. We know what you've been up to." Jack walks towards you with a cocky swagger. He's finally dropped his last pretense of respect...and not a moment to soon for you're liking.

"Haw haw haw! I bet you thought you had us fooled, huh? Well we're not as dumb as we look!" John is probably right about that. You doubt anyone could be as dumb as he looks and still manage to breathe without assistance. Unfortunately, there is a certain strength in stupidity and he has you wrapped helplessly in his arms within seconds.

"You thought you could outnumber us? I can always pay half the country to bash in the head of the other half. I'm going to bury you and your sissy son and the rest of your sissy sluts in the foundations of this building. Then I'm going to set it ablaze for the insurance and move on to the next one." Joe smiles with a malice and coldhearted fury that makes a shark's grin look friendly in comparison.