Your crush, Becca

"Ha! I knew you'd be the bottom of you two little lesbo lovers." You scramble to disentangle yourself from Samantha, but she holds you tightly, giggling and obviously unsurprised by your long-time crush, Becca, standing in your bedroom wearing her head cheerleader's pretty pink and white uniform and carrying a matching duffel bag.

You are reeling from a tidal wave of terrifyingly powerful emotions, the sting of Samantha's betrayal in setting you up like this, the claustrophobic crush of dread of being exposed by this cruel queen of the school, the blistering blush of shame being seen entangled with the sissy snake that turned you out...and yet her skin is so soft against yours, and her sissy clit so hard, you find yourself throbbing in your sticky silk panties again.

"Aww the little sissy is getting excited. This might be even easier than we planned. If you keep being a good little sissy bitch, we can all have creamy loads of fun, and you might even be able to keep your sissy secret if you both behave. However, if you are a bad boi..." Becca trails off as her voice grows cold and dark as if to suggest you don't dare find out how she punishes bad bois.

You are stuck between a sissy and a hard place. If you obey, maybe you keep this all a secret, but it will undoubtedly mean sinking deeper down the sissy spiral.