Imagining the Party

You looked in the mirror and made sure your makeup was good. A quick touch-up of your pink lipstick was all that was needed to make yourself presentable for Jacob. It had been months since you cut your hair and it was now styled in long pigtails. You could barely recognize yourself anymore, looking more like the girls you once lusted over than yourself. You could hear chatter from outside the bathroom door, Jacob's party waiting for the main attraction. You looked down at the pink lace lingerie you were wearing; crotchless, with your tiny limp dick hanging down; your pert ass plugged; and cut-outs to tease your pink nipples. You inhaled deeply before opening the door and stepping out.
Jacob and all his friends were standing in a semi-circle in front of you. Some of his friends had their arms wrapped around beautiful white women who giggled when they saw you, and you saw Kara in the back with a camcorder, smile plastered on her face.
"Dance for us, sissy."
You danced along to the music, twerking your ass for everyone to see and teasing all the men. Eventually Jacob unzipped his pants and motioned for you to come over.
"Let's really get this party started, slut."