Exposure

Why keep fighting it? All your life the bullies have called you a sissy. You have tried everything to convince them you were a real man, and you have always failed spectacularly. You've already sunk so deep down the sissy spiral. Could you even go back to trying and failing to be a man after all the pleasures you've discovered? Better to dive deeper...

"Get this thing off of me, Samantha. We're gonna party like sissies tonight!" She squeals with delight and before you know it she has your little clit free and you are bouncing out of the bathroom with sly smiles on your sissy faces.

"Hmm looks like my lil lesbo lovers have themselves a sissy secret. How cuuuute. I guess I'll find out at the party, won't I?" Becca is certainly friendlier now that you're her sissy toy instead of her lovelorn pest. She giggles the entire way to the party, watching in the rearview mirror as her sissy toys make out in the back seat. By the time you arrive at Becca's beach house, you are both hard, leaking, and begging for more.

"Alright, sissies, I can see by your little sissy stiffies that you aren't plannin' to go incogneatos tonite. I can't promise everyone will be as understandin' as me. If you do this, your lil sissy secret will be out." Samantha and you exchange a knowing look before heading inside. What secret?

There is a palpable pause in the lively party as Head Bitch In Charge walks in with her two stunning sissies in tow. You both walk with an exaggerated swishy sway, bouncing your shirt skirts so soon the whole party is ogling your plump asses and pantied sissy clits. Your cheeks burn brightly, and your head is swimming. You've never felt more ashamed, more exposed, or more aroused. Every inch of you is tingling, like low voltage humming through you, like you can feel every eye running across your skin, like you can feel their naked lust dripping onto you, enveloping you, making you feel warm and wanted.

You start hearing cat calls as you make your way through the crowd, then come the hands. Seemingly innocent at first, just brushing against you as you pass. But soon the hands become more deliberate, insistent, slipping up your skirt and squeezing your soft sissy ass. You can't believe how brazen they are. They think they can just feel you up and you'll just let them squeeze hungry moans from your supple flesh? Just because they're right is no excuse for assuming it.

You are so turned on right now that all someone would have to do is take you by the hand and lead you into a dark closet and fuck your brains out and you would skip all the way there. Or better yet, they could flip up your skirt and slide inside your sissy cunt right in the middle of the party. Everyone watching you give it up like a bitch, lining up to use your holes.

"Ooooh someone's ready to...get...fuuuuucked!" Becca coos musically, snapping you out of your reverie. "Well I've got good news. Slade is waitin' upstairs and I promised him a tasty surprise!" She begins leading you towards the stairs when you feel a tug in the opposite direction.

"Come on, this our first party together. I want to share my new sissy girlfriend with football team, and the head linebooker or whatever that's called is motioning us over right now!"

Two tempting choices. Share your crush with your bully...or more likely share your bully with your crush? Or be used as a party favor by the football team?