Not when you're wearing Brad's letter jacket.

You are more than a little surprised when Brad stops you on the way out the door and hands you a letter jacket. "Here. Wear this from now on and no one will dare fuck with you." On closer inspection, the colors are pink and white and the lettering says 'Brad's Bitch' on the back. It is excruciatingly embarrassing to put on, but then again, so is wearing your soiled panties, bra, and fishnets underneath your boy clothes as Brad instructed. You hope that at least the jacket will keep the bullies from discovering what is underneath. Besides, everyone already thinks you're a bitch, maybe being known as Brad's bitch will be a step up.

"Heeeeey, it's the little beta boi! Why don't you skip school with me and I can...uhm, oh sorry, I didn't see the jacket. Hey, don't tell Brad, okay?" Your dirtbag **** dealing neighbor, Dale, goes from macho to meek when he notices your conspicuous coat. You give him a dirty look that leaves him worrying if you will snitch on him to Brad. Suddenly, being a kept side sissy seems to have its benefits. This creep had made your skin crawl for years, and you were certain he was just waiting for the right time to pounce. Now, instead of a neighborhood of deviant demons, you only have one devil to worry about. The devil you know...

You make it to school about fifteen minutes into your second period. Your English teacher, Mr. Gerund gives you a withering look and opens his mouth to humiliate you in front of the class, but when he notices your jacket, he merely mutters, "Take your seat, please, Mr. Cummings." You feel a rush that you can't quite place your finger on. Like something you haven't quite experienced before and find difficult to name. Could it be...power?

You are so lost in your own little world that you barely notice the whispers and murmurs from your classmates. You are used to being talked about behind your back, of course, but you aren't used to people lowering their voice to do so. You feel like you've unlocked some sort of cheat code. You went from being the bottom of the barrel to untouchable in one fell swoop. Sure, you had to become a secret sissy to do so, but oddly enough, that only seems to improved your rep. "Mr. Cummings? Mr. Cummings? Am I boring you?" Mr. Gerund looks at you with obvious frustration. You wonder how long he has been calling your name?

Feeling a strange sensation you suspect might be confidence, you say out loud what you normally would have whispered inside your head. "Well not just me, sir. I think you're probably boring everyone." His face goes pallid as the class erupts in laughter. You have to pinch yourself to make sure you aren't dreaming. You are at school wearing a girl's jacket hiding your lingerie under your clothes and instead of this being the start of a nightmare, the entire class is laughing WITH you!

You hear the bell ring and you leave before Mr. Gerund can gather himself. Cindi, one of your sister's friends you've long had a crush on whispers, "Good one, Elliot," as she passes you. You can't believe this is happening! She knows your name?! She complimented you?! Could being Brad's bitch actually make you more popular with the ladies?! Your mind reels as you walk to your next class. Everything seems so much brighter and more hopeful all of a sudden. You are so lost in your daydreams, that you don't see the six foot tall chess champ, Reggie.

"Hey! Watch where you're stepping, you pun-oh I didn't know you were with Brad now. My bad." Reggie's brilliant but brutal features shift from arrogant anger to apologetic. You get a naughty, nasty idea. If this bully is afraid of Brad, maybe you can use that to pick on him? Your luck has been going well so far, but should you push it?