You and Emma go see Cindi.

Your dreams are dark and deviant. You have two devils whispering wetly in your ear. "Choose me, ****! I can bully the cum out of you and fuck you so hard your heart hurts!" Cindi is already sliding behind you as she coos cruelly into your ear. She's already sliding a thick demoness dick into your plump ass before you can beg her to. You know you should be holding her hand instead, but her cock is reminding you of what a naughty slut you are and your cock swells and throbs harder than ever.

A second demoness, rubs her wet cunt up and down against your cock, babbling bubbily, "Don't listen to her, Master! You can bully me instead. I can be whatever you want...whoever you want...and you can take me however you want...whenever you want!" She slides her wet pussy lips around your aching prick as Cindi fucks you deeper into her hungry hole. You almost remember that you should be holding her instead, but her pussy feels too good to stop and Cindi won't stop pounding you into her, anyway. You are stuck between a cock and a soft place, unable to chose between the beauty and the beast, then Cindi cums in your ass and Emma milks your spurts from your sissy clit and everything explodes in bliss.

.....

You wake up still cradling Emma, and your sticky panties tell you that while you might not have enjoyed your wet nightmare, but your cock sure did. "Wake up, poop butt, we have a big day ahead of us." Emma stirs and looks at you with such warmth and affection that you are tempted to rock her back to sleep, or kiss her breathless, or fuck her right there on the floor, or a million other contradictory thoughts running through your head.

Fortunately, she says, "Yeah, yeah, shit ass. If I'm gonna hafta tell Cindi to kiss my ass today, I want to clean it first. You should too. You smell like crusty cum and B.O. Speaking of which, I want to pick up breakfast on the way. Cindi has this weird thing about not eating in front of people and it always makes it awkward when I just want to deepthroat a breakfast burrito."

You take the reprieve from your own awkward moment to shower and get ready for the day and to try to clear your head, but it's easier said than done. You feel guilty knowing Cindi showed you a side of her she's never shown Emma, but also oddly proud. You keep trying to come up with some kind of plan to handle two flavors of bratty bitch at once, but you also don't know which one is your favorite. You wish you could just split in two and try to live a life melting Cindi's heart and one trying not to get burned by Emma's burning desires. By the time you realize you have gone through an entire bottle of body wash, you only have more questions and less answers.

Emma bounces out of her room wearing a form fitting, extraordinary flattering red, rubber bodysuit. You would ask what she is so dressed up for, but she seems to head out everyday like she's on the way to a porno shoot. And who knows, maybe she is. Still, it suits her spirited, playful personality. Unfortunately, so does her barrage of questions.

"So, whacha wearing today?" "Do you prefer Ella or Elliot?" "Do you still like cocks or are you full on with girls now?" "Should we get breakfast burritos or bagels?" "Are you a girl?" "Or is it like a crossdressing thing?" "Are you gender queer?" "What if lunch bagels were a thing?" Emma peppers you with questions that you aren't even sure how to answer and some that you have a dozen more questions about yourself?

Luckily, you have an answer to the first question. You raid Emma's closet for a pair of blue boyshort silk panties. You slip on a pair of bright yellow booty shorts that say "Fresh Squeezed" on the back and smirk as you feel them stretching out, knowing you really do have a better ass than your sister. You wear a light pink 'Lust Wins' tank top and wonder where Emma gets her wardobe. You slide on rainbow knee high socks and slip into some black Chuck Taylors and check yourself out in the mirror.

You would definitely date you, and you feel a surge of confidence, enough to rattle off, "I'm going with cute casual today, I prefer Ella, but I guess I don't hate Elliot. I still absolutely adore cocks, but right now all the boys I know are not dating material. Breakfast burritos always. I get off on wearing girl things, but like so do girls sometimes. It's a sex thing, but not a sex thing, and I'm not sure where I fall on the whole spectrum thing but I guess I might be enby? I don't feel like I have to lock myself down though. People change and grow or at least they should. Now that I am finally starting to explore myself and the world around me instead of hiding and defining myself by not wanting to be whatever slur someone hurls at me, I guess for now I'm undecided. Also I would totally go for a lunch bagel. Could you imagine bagel burgers? That would be dank as fuck."

By the time you finish answering these questions and the litany of questions they inspire, you have finished your bagels, because of course Emma changed her mind at the last minute like always, and you arrive at Cindi's front door. You notice she avoided asking the most important question, which is for the best, because you still don't have an answer to 'Who will you choose?' and you aren't sure there is an answer to that one.

You texted Cindi on the way so she wouldn't be sucker punched by seeing her maybe-ex-sort-of-girlfriend-**** showing up with her new girl(?)-or-maybe-just-dating-for-now-and-we'll-see-where-it-goes-friend. She opens the door wearing a surprisingly normal black sleeveless mock turtleneck and skinny jeans with a button fly that make you wish you were born a button. Her hair is pulled back in a tight bun that makes you wonder with a blush if she is wearing a leather corset underneath and you realize she will never not be Mistress in at least a little way. "Good morning, Ella!" Cindi chirps brightly. "good morning, Emma." She says more guiltily and glumly.

"Mornin', Missy." Emma smirks as she slinks inside and even Cindi has to smile at her new nickname. You all head into the hall where you once competed for Cindi's attention and sit down in chairs equally distant all facing each other. Cindi must have suspected it was going to come to this, and you can see she is trying her hardest to put on a brave face.

"Before we get started, I have to say something. Emma, I am sorry. I am sorry for everytime I treated you cruelly because I was afraid of your kindness and I am even sorrier for everytime I treated you kindly when I wanted to keep you all to myself. I...I love you. That's what makes this so hard and horrible. I should have been braver so long ago. I didn't want to be a lesbian in love with you, and so I figured I could get away with being a bi-bitch. I don't know if there is anyway forward, especially with the feelings I have for, Ella, which it's own can of WTF because I never expected to...but that's not your fault. I want you to know that if he chooses you, I will he happy for you, and if anyone tries to give either of you shit, I will show them how cruel I can really fucking be." Cindi is crying by the end of her heartfelt speech, and so are Emma and you.

Emma finally is able to dry her eyes and stiffle her sniffles and say, "Why couldn't you have said that years ago? Of all the people I degraded and debased myself for so they would be nicer or just notice me, you were the only one I ever liked. I worshiped you! I prayed you would let me just be your live in pet one day, even that would have made me almost happy. But almost isn't good enough anymore. And I am gonna fight for what I want from now on! And...and I should have done that years ago too. I shouldn't have enabled your bullshit. I let you go on hating yourself for loving me because it was easier than making you choose and risk losing you. So I'm sorry too. But not as sorry as you. You should still be more sorry. Fuck! Why can't I just hate you?! It's not fair! Well, I'm totally not promising to be happy for you if Ella chooses you, but I can promise to fight fair."

Both of them are in tears again, as are you. Only now all eyes are on you. They wait on tenterhooks for your answer. It is only after hearing both of their appeals to each other that you realize you know your answer.