A party hosted by your bully classmates!

You whimper warily as Ella knocks on the door of your first clients. Becca loved your secret sissy style and decided to emphasize it by giving you a long hoodie that just almost covers your ass and a long pair of striped socks and sneakers. That's all you get to cover your baby blue silk thong, matching lace trimmed push up bra, and silk stockings that shamefully stretch just over your socks. You feel so embarrassed and exposed...and you love it.

Ella got a femboi makeover complete with a football jersey number 69 that cuts off so high that it shows off her underboob and waspish waist. Her daisy dukes are cut so short that her pink panties peek out under the legs and over the waist. Her workboots give an almost rough and ready look that is wrecked by the thigh high fishnet stockings under them. She blushes brightly under her trucker's hat with 'SLUT' emblazoned on it, but from the way she sucks her beestung bottom lip like candy, you can tell she is just as turned on as you are.

All you know about your client's is that you were hired to make sure a group of teens didn't throw too big of a party. Becca explained that this was code for, 'a bunch of barely legal bois and stuck up studs pooled their allowance's to rent bimbois to bust a nut in'. To say you're nervous that you might know the kids throwing the party, or worse, that they might recognize you, is an understatement. Of course, that only adds to your tortuous titillation. You are slowly starting to realize that you are just as hooked on the humiliation as you are the horniness, if not more so. So, your 'excitement' peaks when you see your biggest bullies open the door, Slade and Brad and they both have looks of raunchy recognition plastered on their already flushed faces.

"Holy shit...Elliot?!" Slade grabs Ella by the arm and drags her in and you try to stop him, but Brad scoops you up effortlessly and tosses you over his shoulder like he's carrying a pony keg into the party. Your femmey friend seems to be doing just fine by herself. Slade has a huge hand between her cheeks and is walking her like a puppet to the livingroom, where you see a crowd of your classmates. You squirm helplessly as you scan their faces. Some you recognize, Slade and Brad's football buddies and other popular kids. There are plenty of bois you barely recognize, and you wonder if they had to pay more than their fair share to join the party, or if the jocks just plan for them to be infected and add to the pool of party favors.

Brad sets you down and whispers, "Sorry about, Slade. He's not as enlightened as me. I know you're secret, 'Amy', but I won't out you just yet. It's too much fun watching you squirm." You don't know whether to feel grateful that your biggest bully is hanging your identity over your head. You hate how cocky and confident he is, hate how strong and strapping he is, hate how hatefully handsome he is, and most of all you hate how bad you wish he would kiss you.

"Hey, Slade, quit fingering the party favor so Amy and her can give us a show." Brad sounds used to being obeyed, even by a sadistic stud like Slade. The jock shrugs and already having pulled her shorts off, leads Amy over to the middle of the room where the crowd circles around you both. Brad's booming voice quiet the chatter, "Shut up and watch close! These two sissy sluts are going to swap spit and rub clits together until one begs the other for cum. Place your bets on who breaks first." Brad whispers to you as he pushes you towards Amy, "I'm betting on you to be the bottom bitch."

You aren't sure whether to feel insulted or just admire the bully's keen powers of observation, but you are betting on being the bottom bitch too. It just feels right...so natural and almost just to submit without struggle to your superiors...which apparently is everyone. With these thoughts swirling through your head you stumble towards Ella and let her pull you into a passionate kiss. It's not even a contest, even if you did want to fight it, she has your tongue pinned with hers and starts fucking your throat. You suckle her sweet slippery tongue and roll yours under her bullying blabber. Your pantied pricks rub against each other so hard and fast, that you worry the friction will start a small fire. You couldn't feel hotter if you did burst in flames, your sensitive silk sheathed shaft cried tears of frustration, begging you for release. You hear the crowd chanting and it only fuels the fire hearing your classmates jeer you on.

"Please...SHHLP someone...MMPH anyone...SLURP please fuck KISS me!" You beg between kisses, reduced to tears in your **** desire to be dominated. The ogling onlookers erupt in stinging slurs and raucous, raunchy cheers. All those judging eyes looking at you like a piece of filth while their hard ons tell you that you're pretty and perfect and everything they dream of. You aren't sure which fucks with your head more...their disdain or their desire. Either way, you let out a weak wretched whimper, like a baby bird with a broken wing...and you paint your partners throbbing cock in a shuddery spray of spurts, then your basest bottom instincts kicking in, drop to your knees to suck your shameful squirts off her shaft and suck a fresh load of love through the flimsy fabric of her panties.

"Fuck! Am I the only one that bet Amy was the bottom bitch?!" Slade bellows, taking out his frustration on your ass. He rains down thundering blows on your bouncy bubble butt, bruising and battering it red and raw before filling it with a foot of fuck meat. The pain feels like a little prick, just a little love bite from a needle filled with pure pleasure, coursing through your veins as your cunt sucks his cock and your body betrays you to buck back on his bully boner. You lose your pretty pacifier as Brad pulls Amy away to show her what real domination is. As with Becca, she flips like a switch and surrenders sweetly, bouncing on his lap and kissing him hungrily. You feel a pang of jealousy, but you aren't entirely sure who for.

"Damn! This is one tight cunt! Hey, slut, open wide!" Slade pulls you back by your hair painfully and you open wide, hoping for a kiss even though he's more brutish than handsome and rude and rapey than romantic. "PTOOEY How's that for a kiss?! HAR HAR!" Slade snickers as his spit hits your face and runs down your moaning maw. You hate him more than ever, but it doesn't stop you from lapping up his slobber and licking his lips. You start to wonder if you are somehow encouraging his ****, if you somehow manifest the monstrous in people because deep down you crave victimhood? Then Slade slams into your spurt spot so hard that you go cross eyed and cum like crazy, and you don't wonder about anything at all.

"Filthy fag! You don't deserve my cum! Here..." Slade sneers and grabs a boi by his throbbing prick. "You fuck this slut and then I'll fuck you when you get bimboified!" Slade pulls out of you, leaving you panting and pouting and paradoxically **** to prove him wrong and 'earn' his cum, but you have to settle for the shrimpy shaft of a bottled up boi. Your hungry hole tightens around this thin, thrusting tool, and you feel a gush of gratitude for your body's ability to adapt to any size, even a shrimp like this loser.

The 'shrimp' is at least a few inches bigger than you were as a boi, and has way more stamina too. It's another humiliating hurdle for you to crawl under, each lower than the last. The boi is a buff beach body type, lean but cut, and obviously overcompensating for his insecurities in how hard and heavy he slams into your clapping cheeks. It's like your applauding your own assfucking and he grunts, "Fuck me?! Fuck you! See how I'm making this slut spurt?! I'm a stud! I'm not a bimboi! I'm MOOOOAAN!" He explodes inside you, and somehow you just know he's going to turn. The crowd closes in as he thrashes and thrusts, apparently trying to fuck his way out of it, but it doesn't help. He balloons out to a bottle blonde beach bunny and is pulled off of you to be passed around as the newest party favor.

You look around and see Ella sucking off three studs while a blushing boi bottoms out in her ass and begins to blossom into a busty brunette bimboi who is quickly claimed by the carnivorous crowd. You realize that this was the bullies plan all along...to plant seeds of doubts in their victims and then pluck them when they flower into fetching fembois. You look up at Slade as he spits on the beach bunny hopping on his hung horse cock and he shoots you a wink and a smirk. You wish you could put him in his place, but you suspect that even if you could perform that miracle, it would still be above you, sneering down.

Maybe it's best to accept your fate, once and for all. Flowery feelings and pretty words don't change what you are at the core. Maybe instead of fighting it, you should embrace it?