You need to calm down now after such a delirious dream.

"Fuck... What the hell?! Lately, my night dreams have been a jumble of absurd, fantastical nonsense!" - you think, walking on slightly shaky legs to the bathroom.

You try to move quietly - after all, your roommate is still asleep...

In the bathroom, you lean over the sink and splash your face with cold water several times, trying to shake off the last of your drowsiness and regain your composure. Fragments of that half-nightmare, half-porn parody linger in your memory...

A familiar place from your school days...

Vague images of the people you interacted with back then...

And the climax of this perverted lewd theatrical "spectacle"...

That long, thick, stinking cock of a dirty hobo...

What a clear and detailed memory...

In your dream, this "giant" had already begun to plunge inside your tight hole, causing you to let out shameful, girly cries of a sexually subjugated female...

You try to banish such perverted, depraved thoughts from your head.

Alas, you can't...

It seems like right now your tender anal hole is starting to throb slightly!

Cold water!

More!

And more!

You literally stick your head under the stream of cold water pouring from the tap. You try to convince yourself that this entire dream and the persistence of such perverted, lustful mental images in your mind are explained only by the **** stress you experienced in reality when you encountered that aggressive hobo who robbed you and fucked you in the mouth and throat with such merciless abandon that the psychological consequences will likely linger for a long time.

After ten minutes, you calm down a bit...

You spend some time on your usual hygiene routine.

Brushing your teeth...

Then you peed while sitting on the toilet: the realization that under current conditions you can only pee while sitting, like a girl, makes you feel a strange mixture of shame and... some kind of barely conscious, perverse arousal. The sight of your pathetic micropenis, securely locked in a flat metal chastity cage, has even become somewhat habitual to you...

Next: shaving the excess hair from your smooth skin – you feel your plump, beautiful, smooth, hairless butt, clad in a black thong, and feel a strange pleasure and satisfaction...

Looking at yourself in the large mirror, you see slightly alarmed large blue eyes, a pretty, slender body, thin, graceful arms, wide hips, and beautiful wheat-blond hair falling just below shoulder level.

Seeing this reflection, for some reason you slightly turn your torso and wiggle your plump buttocks, gently squeezing your plump buttocks with your fingers...

What next?

You're busy looking for clothes for your upcoming college visit...

You're having some trouble with that last question...

That hobo... he took your laundry bag with clothes...

And there were quite a few items of your clothing in there (besides the light pink lace panties).

As a result, you're now short on clothes to choose from when planning your lectures.

Additional complication: your breeches look extremely dirty after yesterday's unfortunate event.

It seems you're clearly not an expert at laundry...

With a sad sigh, you began searching your closet for something suitable.

This took another ten minutes.

By the time you found replacements for your breeches, your roommate Peter had already woken up and was cooking in the kitchen.

"Damn! Do I really have to wear this?!" - you say emotionally, pulling out of the closet the garment your auntie gave you a couple of years ago.

These...

These are the blue jeans you've always been embarrassed to wear because of their overly girly appearance.

"Well... They're not so bad, Billy... They're unisex jeans..." - Peter says, finishing his jam sandwich.

"Unisex jeans..."

Yes, that's pretty much what your auntie Martha said in response to your complaints about school bullies teasing you with phrases like "cute girly ass," "fag-pussyboy Billy," "soon you put on a skirt and get down on your knees begging for a blowjob..."

Blowjob...

Sucking a cock...

A new wave of memories of yesterday's "fiasco" floods your mind!

It seems your salivation has increased somewhat...

You try to **** yourself not to think about it...

However, the images of your face after that "cocksucking marathon" don't immediately disappear from your head...

"Cum... So much cum..." - you mentally recall the streams of hobo's sperm staining your face, making it look like some cheap harbor whore who sucks cocks every day.

Gradually, the memories of the taste and smell of that viscous "male fluid" are pushed to the periphery of your consciousness.

You put on those unisex jeans, feeling your plump ass in tightness. Fabric of the jeans is stretched...

"Gawd... How will I look..." - you think, anticipating trouble.

However, soon you try to perk up and refocus your thoughts on the positive.

"It's Friday... I'll get rid of the chastity cage this weekend..." - you think.

After finishing breakfast, you and your roommate leave your dorm room and head to your college lectures.