You would have been on time but…

In the shower you lost track of your orgasms after number one. You were simply too busy experiencing what three sissies could do to your stacked body and cock to do anything so mundane as counting. Susan had shared her plan for the assembly and it was brilliant, the entire school would fall in line. Soon they’d all be perfect little sissies ready to graduate and apply their lessons in the “real” world. That hadn’t made you late. You almost blushed remembering how much cum had gotten all over your body and hair in the shower. Turns out all you had to do was rub the sissy cum in. It moisturized skin and conditioned hair. A sly grin twisted your lips as you noted that your skin was more supple than it had been in years and your hair shone brighter than it ever had. No, Natalie was driving the van and had stopped for gas that was what had made you late.

When she stopped you needed a big sweet cherry slurpy. You confidently walked up to the store. You knew you were looking good in your parody of a school girl outfit a too small blazer that hung open to reveal a semitransparent white bra barely containing your generous tits, a cute little white collar with an undersized plaid tie, a garter-belt with attached 2 inch pleated plaid skirt that barely made it from your waist to the top of your hips, black netted stockings attached to your garter-belt, a pair of sexy black pumps, and the pièce de résistance a tiny pair of panties complete with distinct bulge pouches that perfectly showed off your testicles and cock. You opened the door and the bell announced your entrance, some heads turned to see who it was and their eyes remained fixed on you. You bit your lip as you felt their hot gazes wandering over your body, would any of them dare to do more than look? You marched back to the slurpy machines so that each step made your ass and tits bounce.

You slowly ran your tongue 360° circling over your lips in anticipation of your sweet treat as you grabbed their largest cup and a matching lid. Setting the huge container under the spout you pull the lever. Delicious frozen beverage starts to pour into your cup, but then the stream hiccups and starts to pour liquid cherry syrup into your cup. “Oh God damn it!” you yell “This always fucking happens!” You slap the machine and try again, nothing but liquid pours into your cup. The clerk walks up beside you as you continue to make a commotion and asks with an Indian accent “What is the problem.” You turn on him angrily “Your machine isn’t working, it’s never working!” He looks at you as if seeing you for the first time “Please, you must leave my store.” You stare him in the eyes “Oh! Why is that?!”

“You must change your clothes. Most inappropriate.”