Not in the way you imagined

You were relieved at first. When your dad came home he treated you the same as always, like a disappointment he couldn't wait to get rid of. Mom must have kept your secret. All you had to do was buckle down and start building a future as a man.

And it worked at first. You were getting better grades, doing your chores, even earning some extra money for College helping your crotchety neighbor Mr. Roberts around his place. But all too soon people started treating you different. It was like they could smell something on you, or maybe there was an inviting sway to your hips?

Either way, bullies started arching their eyebrows after jokingly asking if you wanted to suck their cocks, as if to say "but no really, please suck my cock." Your best friend Sam, surprised you one day by showing you his, or her, panty covered cock and asked you if you wanted to play sissy games with her. And even old Mr. Roberts asked you when you were gonna stop staring at his "gee dee" cock and come sit on it. Or course you had no intention of back sliding...

So you would only suck off the bullies with the really tasty looking cocks...and sometimes the really nasty looking ones if they were big enough. And you agreed to play sissy games with Samantha if you were the top. And you often started that way, but she was so lip smackingly hard after you spent your first spurts in minutes. And you only let Mr. Roberts fuck the cum out of you while you sucked on his tongue like a honey and heroin soaked pacifier if he threw in an extra five dollars in the chore jar...and that added up fast.

You told yourself college would be a great way to get far away from everyone who knew your secret sissy side and completely reinvent yourself. And you did. You found your first girlfriend, Sarah. A severe, dominating young woman that was certainly pretty enough to get you all half hard and willing to go all the way, but she was saving herself for marriage. At least with you...you came back to your dorm one night after forgetting your notebook to find her riding your roommate's thick cock like a rodeo pro.

You guess you should have known he was kidding when he said, "Fuck, bitch, if you want to watch you can put on her bra and panties and maybe you'll get a turn." But old habits die hard. And they both found it pretty funny, but that didn't stop Darrell from "making" you clean her juices off his cock or taking turns fucking both of you all night. After that, Darrell got a dorm room Bitch and you got a fiancee. Sarah liked this new arrangement. A "man" serious about his future and dedicated to supporting her, and studs to use and discard when bored, often offering you as sloppy seconds.

You will always remember bringing her home to meet your parents, remember how sweetly and sincerely she swore not to let on about your secret sissy ways. And you almost believe she meant it, but your father is too keen, and too seductive to not smell what you were. He had Sarah riding his cock while your mother fucked her ass, you got to sit in the corner and jerk off in your panties. Your mom insisted that if you were to have a happy marriage that Sarah should take a more active role in sex with you. They spent the rest of the weekend with your Mommy and Daddy showing Sarah how to pound the cummies out of you with a strap on, so she wouldn't lose you to another stud.

So all things considered you think you've built a pretty good life for yourself. You have a good job, and your boss only fucks your wife and you every other weekend when he doesn't have his kids. You have a doting wife, who always makes sure to bring her hubby leftovers home in her well fucked cunt, a beautiful baby boy who you are at least 15% sure is yours as Sarah lets you cum inside her once a month as part of your reward for being such a "strong, studly man". Sometimes she doesn't even laugh all that loudly when she says it.

One thing no one would call you is a Bitch. Well except for your boss, your wife, her friends, your friends, and your family. But you're pretty sure they're just kidding...mostly anyway.