Who replaces Minka?

As the lights came back up, you looked around and noticed Minka had disappeared during the blackout of the commercial. Music began to play as another form emerged from the black drapery. The short blonde walked out wearing a sparkly black mini dress, ruffles all around it. Her feet were clad in the highest black peep toe platform ankle strap heels.

As Sabrina’s song played in the background, the audience surged in approval as she waved to them and smiled. She blew kisses as she made her way over towards you. You still weren’t sure if this was a dream or not, but it certainly seemed to be pulling from every part of your mind. First Minka, now Sabrina? It was like all of your major crushes were seeing you all dressed up like a sissy with giant breasts blossoming on your chest and your ass plugged up with a highly visible pink heart gem.

The music died down slowly and Sabrina pulled out a shiny gold microphone holding it up. “Thank you for that glorious welcome everyone! I know we are here to get on with Jennifer...Oh, I mean Dan’s game! Let’s not spare any time and move onto the next game shall we?”

The gorgeous tiny blonde woman stood much closer to you than Minka had. You could smell the perfume wafting off of her as she turned to smile at you. Her rosy apple cheeks glistened in the harsh lights of the studio from the tiny amount of glitter on them. “Well Dan, are you ready to play your next game of Stud or Sissy? Wait, why am I even asking you?” The friendly smile she had recently pointed at you twisted into an evil grin as she turned towards the audience. “Let’s see what this sissy is all about!”

You could feel a shift in the energy. Before the game had been playful, the changes had been largely things you could have explained or gotten rid of. In fact, the only really odd change was the breast implants and the hair loss. Everything else could have been hidden or removed easily enough. Now there was a sense of danger that hung in the air.

“Alright folks! The second half of our game is very different. You see, this sissy clearly is not a stud! But we need to see just how big of a sissy whore she is! Don’t you agree?” The shouts from the audience drown out any noise before dying off. “I do too!” Turning back to you, she smiles and steps up. “Let’s introduce our first guest of the evening, Chris!”

Looking over to what seemed to be the entrance way, you saw Chris shoulder his way through. While nowhere near as large as Marcus or Tyrone, he still managed to project a feeling of danger as the three men sized each other up. The air in the studio froze briefly before nods of respect were given from all three men. Turning, Chris began to work his way over to you. Your eyes locked onto his and you saw yourself reflected in his deep dark eyes.

You swallowed as you watched your friend walk closer. Gone was the nod of respect that he had just shown to the two men before. The friendly look you were so used to seeing had disappeared. Chris’s deep voice flowed out from him as he got closer. “Is this all true Dan? Did you really do all these things?” Fear tinged his voice as you could see that your relationship with the man hung perilously on the next few words. You tried to find a way to speak up and tell him it was all lies, or that this was a dream.

Before you could find the way to explain yourself, Sabrina interrupted the moment. “Oh, Chris baby, this is way worse than you think!” He turned his gaze to the blonde and raised an eyebrow slowly. “So, for this part of our show, we won’t be asking questions anymore. No, now we are going to show everyone just how much of a whore this little sissy slut really is. First up, we have a video to watch! Cue the lights and roll that sweet slut footage!” The laughter in her voice had a cruel bent as she watched you while the lights dimmed and a video began to play.

The video started in the backyard of a multimillion dollar mansion. The late night air was disturbed by the sounds of sharp stiletto heels ringing off the concrete. A pair of figures came into frame slowly, a tall beautiful woman who led you by the hand. You were dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, looking like you had somehow happened into the wrong place. She wore a tight floral mini dress, a pair of black heels, and her hair was coiffed perfectly.

The pair of you were silent as she led you over to some of the patio furniture. Sitting down next to each other, she leaned in and began to kiss you deeply. Her hands wandered over your chest as yours settled on her stocking covered thighs. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back and pushed you back slightly. “Get naked for me.” The voice that came from those beautiful lips began to tell the lie of the situation. Standing up, you quickly pulled your shirt, pants, and boxers off. The disappointment was evident in her eyes as she saw the state of your hard but tiny little pecker.

“Kneel down and come here.” Again, the voice was just masculine enough to make everyone that was watching question what was about to happen. That question was answered soon enough as the beautiful woman stood up and shimmied out of her black lacy panties. The hard cock that sprang up to tent the front of her dress easily put yours to shame. Even worse was the way that you almost dove forward onto it. Your mouth was open and sucking almost before she finished the sentence.

The entire audience watched as you showed that you had more than passing knowledge of how to suck a cock. Your technique was flawless as you made love to her balls with your tongue. The noise of her glans bouncing off your throat in the gluck gluck gluck sounds echoes across the empty patio. As you settled into a more sedate bobbing, she kicked the panties over to you. “Put those on while you blow me bitch.”

Even through the sounds of the sloppy blowjob, everyone could hear you moan at the degradation in her voice. Never once taking your mouth from her hard cock, you pulled her used lacy panties up over your legs. “I can’t believe you thought you were going to fuck me with that thing. Look, it fits in those so perfectly!” It did too, your hard cock nestled in the front of the tiny panties, not a single part of it slipping out of them. “No, tonight you are my bitch.” The scene faded away as the noise of your mouth pleasing her continued till the lights in the room finally came up.

Your gaze was firmly locked onto the floor. You couldn't chance looking up at either your hot celebrity crush or your best friend and seeing the way they truly felt after watching you be demeaned, and enjoying it. The room was quiet as you looked down, only for your huge breasts to meet your gaze.

“Well folks, that certainly was damning!” Sabrina’s mocking voice came from just to the side of you, much closer than you had expected. “Now, we can’t begrudge you trying to get laid, but letting her boss you around like that? Wow, you really are a sissy, even other sissies tell you what to do!”

Your cheeks flamed up in embarrassment. Closing your eyes, you could feel the tears gathering in the corners. Sabrina’s voice was coming from right next to you now, you could feel the heat from her body as she leaned in to stage whisper into your ear. “The best part? That wasn’t even the challenge.”

Looking up in fear, you turned to face her and saw the cruel glint in her eyes. “No see, you were enough of a sissy whore to give that crossdresser you didn’t even know a blowjob, but you never gave one to your friend Chris here. So Dan are you man enough to help him out?”

The sounds of a belt buckle bouncing off the floor drew your attention. Looking over you saw Chris standing there with his pants around his ankles. His long thick hanging there as he watched you impassively. You couldn’t tear your eyes from it. This was certainly not the first time you had seen it, but it was the first time you had been allowed to stare at it. The back of your throat began to water as you felt the desire build up inside. If someone could delve deep into your soul and ask if you wanted this, they would get a resounding scream of lust in answer.

Still, you knew you had to try and hold out. Every ounce of your will was going into keeping your hands at your sides and your jaw clenched closed. That fragile construct shattered as Chris reached out and laid his hand on your shoulder and pushed down. How could you refuse him if he wanted it? You owed him so much, what was a blowjob while you were dressed up like a slutty cheerleader between friends?

Your own cock was leaking copious amounts of precum into the front of those tiny tight white shorts as you fell to your knees in front of Chris. Your manicured hands reached out and reverently wrapped around the club that hung from his groin. Your eyes went wide as you realized even your hands couldn’t wrap all the way around it. You could barely get two fingers and a thumb onto yours, but here you had two hands and still couldn’t cover all of it.

Sabrina leaned down and spoke into the microphone. “So here is your challenge. You can stand up right now and walk away. Everything that has happened tonight, it goes away. This all becomes one long fucked up dream.” Spinning away, she skipped over to where the two tall security guards stood. “Or, you suck that glorious cock down your throat like you have always wanted to.” Pausing to see the look on your face she giggled again. “Just so you know though, if you walk away, you will never get another chance at this with Chris you will forever just be the closeted simpering sissy slut who hides it all.”

Tears now did fall from your eyes as you kneeled there holding your friend’s massive schlong. Thankfully the magic makeup seemed to be incredibly resilient to the water as it rolled down your cheeks and pooled on your chin. “As a bonus, if you can manage to make it through the rest of our challenges without cumming, then you will win. What do you say Jennifer?”

There it was again. Your girly name. The one you picked when you stopped trying to pretend to be a real man. The name you called yourself when you were alone with your plug shoved inside of you and your favorite dildo down your throat. The name that you wished people would call you. Your hands trembled as you fought with yourself over and over. Your mind went around and around as it tried to **** its way out of this situation. Still, you could feel your lips inching closer and closer.

Looking up into Chris’s eyes, you searched for help, for redemption. All you saw was lust and desire as he reached down and put one hand on the back of your long hair. “Good girl.”

The feeling of his hand on your head and his words echoing in your brain removed any doubts and you slobbered and sucked the head of his glorious penis between your pink painted lips.