It might seem like just another routine day… but, likely due to recent events, your mind is perceiving everything in a rather… "unique way"...

An ordinary morning…

Except that your hygiene routine has become a bit more involved: Peter tactfully let you take the bathroom to check on the state of your poor anal hole - which, just yesterday, had to endure… well, an awful lot.

An enema…

Medicated ointment for your anus…

Now, this is something you have to deal with every single day.

“Ahhh… Ow! It hurts!” - you wince, carefully applying the white, medicinal ointment to your sphincter, your fingers gradually probing a little deeper.

Looking in the mirror, the sight is, on one hand, pathetic - but on the other, it’s… almost… lewd.

A large, gaping, stretched-out anal hole…

The kind of thing you’d only ever seen in porn before.

Of course, your roommate is somewhat misinformed about the reasons behind the current, ahem… “sorry” state of your “backdoor”...

But you remember everything.

Scenes of yesterday’s wild, "animalistic" group sex flash through your mind, one after another.

Combined with the vivid, detailed memories of your latest nightmare, it all leaves you feeling completely disoriented.

“Fuck… I need to be more careful from now on. Maybe I have some kind of porn addiction, or something… Maybe I should jerk off less, stop thinking about sex so much… and, in general, stop getting involved in all this depraved stuff…” - your thoughts scramble chaotically, like terrified rats in the hold of a sinking ship.

As you step out of the bathroom, Peter looks at your startled face with an expression of understanding.

"Everything will be alright… You saw a doctor just in time… Maybe I should do the same…" - you merely nod, indifferent to his attempts to console you.

Finally, once you’ve both finished breakfast, it’s time to head to college.

By the way, here’s another curious detail: besides the enema and the medicated ointment for your anus, you had to pick up something else yesterday.

Items to help you get around more comfortably in these… "new" circumstances.

Ahem… to put it more formally: sanitary napkins.

In fact, you bought feminine pads - one of which is currently preventing the white, medicated ointment from leaking out of your gaping anus.

Yeah… not so long ago, you never would have imagined that you’d end up wearing a feminine pad, as if you were a girl instead of a guy.

Then again, over the last few weeks, there have been plenty of other instances where "feminine elements" have intruded into your life.

As you recall some of the more painful examples, your sphincter begins to throb slightly…

Because of recent events, your gait is anything but masculine…

And so, you walk down the street, heading toward college.

The morning sun…

Passersby, rushing off to work or school…

You, dressed in casual boy’s clothes…

Everything seems normal.

Yet, your perception of this everyday scene has shifted.

You only occasionally dare to lift your gaze and look at the faces of the people passing by.

It feels as though they all… suspect something!

They suspect - or perhaps they even know!

Know what?

What happened to you yesterday…

You got fucked in the ass.

By three big cocks.

Your cherry was burst. That’s one way to describe what happened to you.

Once upon a time, you dreamed of losing your virginity through sex with a beautiful young woman who would truly love you.

Well…

You certainly managed to lose your virginity…

But there’s a catch to this situation… a very significant catch…

You lost your anal virginity like a pathetic, filthy sissy-slut, submissively letting three males fuck your bussy, your mouth, and your throat…

“Bussy”?

It’s yet another term from the countless "sissy-hypno" videos you’ve watched…

You quicken your pace and soon enter the college building…

Inside… the psychological pressure weighs on you even more heavily…

In reality, nobody gives a damn about you (as is usually the case).

People are rushing about, busy with their own affairs.

But right now, it feels as though every chuckle, every exclamation, every glance, every conversation - it’s all about "THAT TOPIC"!

They’re all… laughing at you…

Your imagination conjures up terrifying visions of public humiliation - the moment you’re finally exposed, your true status as a pathetic "anal sissy-slut" laid bare for everyone at the college to see.

They surely know, or will soon find out…

You flinch at the sound of loud voices.

A bully gives you a light smack on the back of the head, calls you a "loser" and walks on by…

A couple of gossiping girls cast a contemptuous look your way before turning away.

One of the professors glares at you and points toward the clock on the wall, signaling for you to hurry along to your lecture.

Your mind processes this jumble of random events in a twisted, paranoid fashion…

"They… they’re all mocking me… Do they know I’m a pathetic anal slut?!" - you think, panic rising as you flush with shame.

Finally, you manage to calm yourself down, step into the lecture hall, and take your seat.

So, the time has come to "enjoy" a couple of hours of mind-numbingly dull, shitty prattle from yet another professor…

You try in vain to focus your attention on the lecture topic.

Alas, you’re not having much luck with that…