You are honored just to graduate.

It is insane how fast time flies when you're having fun, and you've never had more fun in your life than you have in the days, weeks, and months leading up to graduation. You reconnect with your victims turned friends, sometimes 'reconnecting' with several at the same time. It's strange getting to know them almost from square one after such intimate, intense encounters, but in an odd way it is a bond between you.

It helps that you all find common ground one one thing, how much fun it is to tease and torment the late arrival to campus, Slade, the studly son of a bitch that bullied you into bimboifying your friends in the first place. He was busted trying the same shit at a different party, but apparently Ella was ready for him this time and cold cocked him the moment he opened the door. She convinced his 'friends'to help her drag him to the SJC where he was designated a Passive Pathogen and put in a chastity cage and round the clock monitoring. You and your friends have all come to terms with your own individual mistakes that night, but it's quite cathartic to vent your lingering loathing at the target most deserving of your scorn.

Most of you are satisfied with living well as the best form of ****. Of course, it's even more fun letting Slade see you 'living well' with one or more of your friends hanging on your arm, hands up each other's skirts, and lips locked, so that he can suffer and strain in his solid steel cage. Dee and Sasha prefer a more 'hands on' approach, teaching him how to cum without using his cock; Dee by fucking the spurts out of him and Sasha by finger blasting him into a fuck puppet. His cocky confidence clipped, and fearing fucking a bimboi would result in infection after so much eye opening exploration, Slade has been rendered harmless, helpless, and hopeless. He'll be a prisoner for life even if he's ever released from SJC, and his own hateful, homophobic heart will serve as his unforgiving warden.

Not that you have had much time to waste on Slade anyway. You were too busy aceing your classes and graduating with a 4.0 for the semester. It brought your GPA for the year to a whopping 2.1! You are oddly proud of the achievement. It reminds you that while you cannot always make up for lost time, you can always improve going forward. You aren't sure what your next steps will be, but you feel more sure footed than ever, and you know you won't take them alone.

You'll have Greta, who of course made her own cap and gown so she could cosplay as Queen Wantacockenemee from the commencement episode of High School Harem Hijinks: River Tears Don't Run. She's offered to room with you at the SJC College Campus. You would save a fortune attending, and you know you would have a blast on a bimboi inclusive campus, but you wonder if it would feel like having training wheels on compared to a different university.

That's what Sasha is doing, standing tall and proud on graduation, standing out for her stunning beauty today as much for her staggering stature. She plans to go out of state for school. Sasha has become so strong since she left quarantine, without losing any of her soft sweetness. She's even started to consider the possiblity of becoming more than occasional, if you count five or six times a week, fuck buddies. You would be taking a big leap to head out with her on nothing more than a maybe, but you've made bigger leaps lately with a lot less assured.

Take Dee, for example, she looks so bold in her midnight black cap and gown with blood red trim. She went from wanting to rip out your heart to tipping a tentative toe inside it's warm waters. When she saw you were still wearing the piercings she gave you, she asked if you were still paying penance. When you answered honestly that you kept them because they reminded you of her, she went out and got a matching pair. Now you both live with that near constant horny hum, which helps you 'get along' even better. She's invited you on what might be the wildest ride of all. Her sound, sensible plan for after graduation is to become a world famous rock star. The strangest part, after hearing her shred and hearing the two of you harmonize, you think she might be able to pull it off.

Of course Abigail has big plans too. She is giving the commencement address today and every soul is stirred when she says, "All of you are failures, fuck ups, and freaks, and I say that with the highest admiration. It's only sociopaths that never fail, because they cannot experience shame or regret or recognize the harm they do. It's only the isolated and insulated that do not fuck up, because they are sheltered from making any meaningful choices. And it's only the soul dead and stifled that do not stand out, love with their whole hearts no matter how weird or warped we all are, and are too small and scared to let their freak flag fly. I know I came to this school having already graduated early, but I feel like I've learned more from you here as your student counselor than I ever did as a student. I feel immensely privileged to know you all, and I would like to leave you all with the lesson that I picked up from one of the most stubborn students here...never stop loving. In the end, it will be our love that leads us."

Abigail's speech has the audience in tears, and you along with them. You haven't been able to see Abby much this semester, as she was so busy with bawling bimboi breakups and untangling lust dodecagons while striving to help students be not just their best selves, but their whole selves. She's offered you a position as her co-counselor, and you are mighty tempted to get to spend every day working with her and every night massaging the stress out of each other's beautiful bodies.

For the moment, you have more pressing concerns. Samantha Jenkins herself is announcing "Archer, Amy" and before you know it, you are gliding across the stage and accepting your diploma. It must be all the gravitas in the air making your eyes water as you look out over the sea of smiling faces to see your classmates, the faculty you've grown surprisingly fond of, and even a few faces from your past...

Bunny and Buffy...or is it Buffy and Bunny? You do get them confused so easily these days since they are both bronze blonde beach bum babes. The best way to tell them apart is to look for Bunny's bulge...or is it Buffy's? You've gotten to examine it pretty closely when they invited your friends and you to their beach house over one wild weekend. You also got to become intimately acquainted with Buffy's muffy, and you are even considering her offer to crash at her place as her pampered pet. It's not as forward thinking as some of your other options, but it has it's own appeal to it.

Ella and Becca are also in attendance. You've reconnected with them via text and face time and the rare visit out to see them. Ella has a hair brained scheme to start their own branch of the Bimbabysitters Club and an even crazier idea for you to be co-owner!

You have definitely considered all the girls you could help as a compassionate boss with a little more consideration for your employee's safety than warm hearted but wild Becca seems capable of. In a way, it would be like coming home, though you can't really go home again, because it only exists as a memory, and the child that lived it has grown up and no longer fits inside a such a small shell. You wouldn't mind making new memories with Ella, nor would you with another welcome guest to your graduation...your father.

You reached out to him when you felt ready to deal with his rejection, only to find he had already been looking for you. You reconnected through the SJC Family Tree Repair Service. They helped you work through your history of closed off communication and the resentment and regret that festered for so long. One of the most surprising things you learned is that you dad has a wide open heart too. It was his fear of it being broken should he lose another love that led him to build walls around it, but now he's almost embarrassingly open. He even brought his new girlfriend to graduation, a stunning redhead named Joy. With the way your dad is doting on her, you suspect you'll be calling her Mommy before the year is out. It's wonderful having a loving family again, and a place you'll always feel welcome, even if you plan to find a new home for now.

You walk off stage and are surrounded by your friends, family, lovers, well wishers, and everything in between. You are seen and supported, respected and relied upon, cared for and confided in, and all around adored by more people than ever knew you existed before you blossomed so beautifully. You know you have your share of fuck ups behind you, and a world of failure before you, but you feel confident you can weather the worst and come out with your heart still intact and loving. And if anyone tries to crush you again, to make you hate yourself or to hurt you or those you love, then you'll show them what fucked up really looks like...

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You meet up with your friends after the ceremony and look out at their eager, expectant faces as they wait to hear who you will be moving in with now that you have officially graduated. Geeky Greta at the bimboi university? Stunning Sasha at a school out of state? Diabolical Dee on the road to stardom...or starvation? Beach Beauties Bunny and Buffy and their palatial paradise pad? Enchanting Ella and their budding business? Or Adorable Abby and her school of fuckups, failures and freaks? You know who ever you choose, you won't be seeing the last of your friends, but you do have to make a choice...