An Innocent, Will Become So Much More

Isabella lay in bed as light streams shone through the dilapidated blinds and fell onto her resting face. As the light rose, it moved across her unblinking eyelids and slowly roused her from her slumber. Slowly, her eyes opened to take in the familiar surroundings as she carefully removed the duvet and slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her sleeping partner. Slipping out of the bedroom, she closed the door softly behind her before slowly descending the stairs. Each footfall was softened by the carpet below that warmed her feet.

Instinctively, she sauntered into the kitchen. Her dull green eyes moved toward the coffee maker as she began to brew a much-needed cup to start her day. As the machine sputtered into life, Isabella ran a hand through her fiery locks before moving to the bay windows. Passing the island table, her eyes caught sight of the headline atop the local paper; 'SISSIE's Sweeps Nation.' Isabella found the whole notion of Bimgurls and Sissiboi Sluts completely absurd, though if it was real and people were happy with their newfound forms, then live and let live was her motto.

When she reached the door, Isabella lightly gripped the handles, flicking up the catch to unlock them. She then pulled them apart and revelled in the warm summer air as it flowed into the room around her. Turning away back into the kitchen, Isabella's eyes momentarily lingered on the steam rising from the newly made coffee. Then, a pitched scream tore her attention back outside; Isabella spun around toward the garden. Finding herself intrigued, Isabella stepped into the garden, her bare feet lightly moving across the dewy grass.

Moving across the garden was agonising as Isabella heard a continuous wave of screams that subtlety shifted from agonising terror to amorous pleasure. By the time she reached the end of the garden and her feet made contact with lightly warmed stone, Isabella knew that SISSIE's had arrived in their quaint town. Spurred on by curiosity, Isabella stepped toward the wooden gate connecting her garden to Janette's mousy blonde neighbour and their bullish husband, Brad.

Slowly, she placed her hand on the wooden surface and pushed it open, only to be greeted by...