Does he ever have a say?

I stared at stephanie in confusion. She had always been a bit of a wild card, on top of being a bitch, but she seemed even more erratic lately. She would finger my ass, then just leave, make me wear these clothes and make out with me, now wants to go to the mall? What the fuck is happened?! Beyond my confusion, I also had no earthly desire to go out in the world dressed like this. People would point and laugh and if I ran into anyone I knew, I would die of embarrassment.

That being said, saying no to Steph, especially with all she had on me, both literally and figuratively, was a dangerous proposition. I couldn’t just say fuck no, or she would end my existence in one way or another. No, I had to play this smart. Timidly, with my eyes down cast, I tried to play the sympathy card. Although it further wounded my pride, it was my best bet to refuse without terrible repercussions. “Steph I’d love to go to the mall, but I can’t while wearing this, everyone there would think I’m weird or a pervert.”

Matter of factor, she replied, “but you are a pervert, I think we have covered that haven’t we?” My face burned, which seemed to be almost a constant since my parents left, and she continued with a giggle. “Plus I would think someone like you would get off on a bunch of people staring at her.”

I looked at her incredulous and denied vehemently, “no I would not! Plus why are you saying her, I’m a man Steph, and not someone who wants a bunch of strangers pointing and laughing at me!”

She took a step closer and said seriously, “oh see that’s where you’re wrong, no one would be laughing at you. Matter of fact, I think quite a few guys would be trying to get you in the bathroom stall.” She winked at me while I blushed like crazy. Where the fuck was all this coming from? How can she say such things, she knows I am straight and definitely not the type of guy who wants to be doing shit in public.

Steph must have seen how her comments affected me and moved on to her next point, seemingly leaving the kinkier points behind as if unsaid. “Seriously, what’s the issue? I want to go to the mall and you are coming with me. We need to get a few things and I need you there.”

“But what if someone sees me?”

“Oh honey, trust me, no one will recognize you. Plus it’s not like you have many friends, but even if you did, there is no way they could tell it was you unless they really looked at your face, but everyone will be looking at that ass!” She punctuated her statement with a slap to my behind, leaving a pleasant, I mean painful sting behind. With a clap, stephanie said, “I have a great idea! The only thing people may recognize is your face, so I’ll put some make up on you and then no one will recognize you! I’ll even give you some breast forms I have laying around to complete the look, this’ll be so much fun Jenny!”

“What? No we can’t do that! And don’t call me Jenny!”

She rolled her eyes at me and spoke like I was an idiot, “well Jenny, wouldn’t it give it away if I called you John? But hey, I don’t care if anyone recognizes you for you or as a closeted little beta bitch, so if you’re comfortable going as is and with me calling you John, then so be it. What do you want to do?”