Lying in wait

A figure was waiting for him when he entered the lobby of the Home. Leaning nonchalantly against the small reception/security desk that was barely ever occupied. The matrons were usually far too busy helping with their older charge's homework to keep track of who might be coming or going. If someone wasn't supposed to be here, surely the algorithm's ID scans would pick it up…

George popped himself upright as he saw the far more effeminate boy approaching. While Jesse nearly tripped over his heels in a sudden fluster as he realised who it was. He'd been in something of a daydream and hadn't prepared himself to be loomed over by the handsome young man's musculature. This instantly brought back that crease of concern in his blockmate's brow. Which made the sissy even more tangled as he tried to dodge unwarranted pity and express that actually today hadn't been so bad. It just felt really important to him that George didn't look down on him as some kind of incapable flower... Yet, every time the taller boy approached… Jesse seemed to wilt.

"Come with me…" Was the only instruction given, enigmatic and laden with possible reasonings. The teen of few words never seemed to catch on to how much space that left for more insecure hearts and minds to race around them. He put a hand gently but firmly upon the sissy's shoulder and guided him toward the elevator.

Jesse was finding it increasingly difficult to get his words out past each other. Trying to nonchalantly ask about George's day, but ending up unleashing a barrage of stupid questions to which the only replies were simple grunts. It was clear the other young man also had things on his mind, but where this led him dragging Jesse off to was anybody's guess. All the little femboy could think of was how much easier it had seemed back in the day. When he was just another boy in comprehensive education, joining sports classes with the rest of them… albeit in a slightly tighter pair of allocated gym shorts. He had never shied away from getting stuck in with the bigger teens, unlike many of the pouting creatures who began to share his body-type. He could still remember jostling around on the basketball court, pitching his slim frame back against those suddenly growth-spurted up to twice his size… Able to dodge and weave among them, then being lifted up in triumph as they laughingly gifted him a chance to dunk…

Jesse blushed in the tight confines of the elevator… suddenly seeing entire swathes of his own past in a slightly different light. Had he really ever been any good, or had he just wanted a chance to get muddled up among all those sweating bodies? To feel strong shoulders beneath him as he was hoisted up to see the world as they must. Had they ever thought of him as an equal, or just laughed at this pretty, little plaything rubbing himself against them like a kitten in heat? The sissy wanted to feel upset and off-put by all these thoughts… but somehow, they just made him feel a little warm inside. Hot and bothered. He felt himself drift his skirted rear a little closer to George with the shake of the elevator. Acutely aware of his lack of underwear for the first time in a while.

When they arrived at the floor of block H, Jesse was led off in the opposite direction to his own room. He was beyond asking questions by this point, just meekly following where he was told. He truly had no idea what George had planned… but when the larger boy opened the door to his own room and instructed Jesse to lie face down on the bed… The sissy obeyed in an instant. Trying only to get a grip on the thudding of his heartbeat within his ears.