Your debut film, "Birth of a Bimboi"

You try to hold your head high and keep your cocky swagger as you descend the stairs, but every hoot and hollar, jeer and jibe cuts you down until you can barely stand.

"Holy shit! There she is! But look how she's dressed! Does that stupid slut think she's tough?!" Some stuck up cheerleader calls out as she hangs onto her stud's arm like she's worried he'll wander off. You wished you could stretch her smirk out with your hard shaft, but it's wilted in fear.

"Hey butch bitch, you wanna suck my cock too?!" A stud shouts out as he pulls his huge hog out and waves it in the air. Despite yourself, you lick your lips and your ass puckers.

"Oh my gawd! Like even I never sucked a sissy's cock before I got all bimbolicious!" A slutty sissy with one cum covered breast bouncing free from her barely there halter top deigns to look down on you. You try to find the confidence to plot the bimbitch's destruction, but you suddenly find yourself lacking.

Maybe it's because you just lost control not once, but twice to a boi and a sissy...maybe it's because you're body is begging to be groped, defiled, and filled...maybe it's because there is a video of you projected larger than life on the wall, of you as a blushing boi sucking Daisy's sissy shaft?

You turn to Daisy hoping for some clue to what is going on, but she just smiles smugly, her eyes alight with sadistic glee. You can't believe your eyes, can't believe what you are hearing over the raucous roar of the crowd. You were a total top...100% butch. So why was there video evidence of you drunkenly devouring Daisy's dick? Why did keep bobbing as she warned you that you would be a sissy like her if you swallowed her seed? Why did you greedily guzzle it down and transform into a slutty sissy, only to dive right back onto it and then beg her to fuck you?

By this point you've made it downstairs, hoping to make your way through the crowd and find a rock to crawl under and die. You try to ignore the video still playing in the background, tune out the sounds of your piggy squeals. But you can't ignore the hands all over your body. Strong studs squeeze your ass, soft sissy hands slide up and down your legs, women wring wet whimpers as they tease your breasts, and even the blushing bois feel bold enough to sneakily pinch and poke your flushed flesh. You feel your already shaken confidence crumble and blow away. Once an impenetrable fortress, now a sand castle stomped into the ground and pulled into the abyss by the tide.

You feel like you are melting away, your swagger shriveled to nothing, your hunger more ravenous and raw than ever. You feel a familiar weight crushed against your back as Daisy's breasts and bulge press against your back and butt and her hands roam over your yielding flesh as she whispers, "Who's the fail fag now, mami?" You come completely unraveled and fall into her embrace as she pulls your breasts free from your tank top and yanks your shorts down your legs. You are surrounded by helping hands and hard cocks as you are stripped bare and fall to your knees.

You whimper softly, "Please...please fuck me." And the party goers erupt in riotous laughter. And then they are upon you...