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Chapter 4 by Rainking11 Rainking11

Do you try to resist or is it impossible?

Try to escape

You're about to fight her when you realize that, realistically, you have no possible way of defeating her. And plus, you don't really feel like putting up a fight against anyone, you'd rather your submissive nature take over and let her do whatever she wants to do.

Wait, what? Shoving that last thought to the back of your mind, you decide that your best plan of action is to run away, and hope that her powers have some sort of range. You try to sprint towards the door, but despite your best efforts it comes off as more of a girlish skip. Well, it'll have to do. Managing to slip out the bedroom door, you take quick, dainty steps down the stairway, each step reminding you of the motion of gingerly testing the temperature of the water in a bathtub. At the bottom of the stairs, you bolt back into a skip and make it out the front door.

With your back against the door, you take small, feminine gasps while you try to catch your breath. Then, you realize with dread that she made absolutely no attempt to stop you. This makes you more than a little flustered. You start to sweat, so you fan yourself with your soft hands while you try to think of a place where you can hide.

Meanwhile, in your little pink bedroom, your sister just laughs. "I was hoping that you'd put up a little fight. Let's see how long you can last, doing things the hard way," she thinks to herself. She begins playing with her watch again.

Outside, you look down at your pretty little feet. You should have grabbed some shoes before running off, God knows you have so many... Wait, no you don't. You have like three pairs, max. She's messing with your head, you realize, and it makes you want to cry. One of the neighbors gives you a weird look. He always knew that you had to be some kind of sissy, what with how flamboyant you always were around friends and how girlish your every move was. Now, seeing you dressed like this, only confirms his thoughts. You really want to be some place where people can't stare at you like this. You fight back the tears and come up with your destination. You're going to go...

Where are you going?

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