Everyone loves the new you and your party 'favors'.

You had wondered if you had permanently lost your ability to feel the bone deep terror and shame that weighed on you your whole life, but your first step towards Brad's front door brought it rushing back. All of a sudden, you feel stone cold sober, with the chilling shivers to match. You don't have your 'security blanket' and you can no longer use Emma's threats of **** as an excuse. Once your bullies see the new you, everyone will know.

You look at Emma and she gives you a look that you think is intended to be brave, but you can see the fear behind her bratty bravado. She doesn't know what is going to happen in there any more than you do, and neither of you is very confident in your ability to protect each other, or yourselves.

You reach down and wrap your pinky around hers. Instead of putting on a brave face, you let her see your fear, your vulnerability, and even your lust, and somehow that reassures her enough to show you the same. You feel a swell of genuine confidence borne not out of ability, but responsibility. You will protect Emma and she will protect you and you will both find a way to surrender to pleasures of the flesh with out losing yourself. You don't know how you will accomplish this, you just know you HAVE to.

KNOCK KNOCK

Emma looks surprised, almost proud to see you take initiative and knock on the door. You take a deep breath and clutch your bag of booze closer to you as you wait for the door to open. It finally opens and the sounds of raunchy revelry spill out into the street. "Hey! Shut your fucking mouths, please! I don't want a noise complaint!" The crowd quiets to a manageable din, everyone equally in awe of Brad, star quarterback, Big Man on Campus, host with the most, and your waking nightmare. This is the moment you have dreaded for so long...Brad being proved right after years of calling you a sissy, and all in front of his adoring audience.

"Hey, Emma, I see you brought extra party 'favors' tonite. Wait a sec...is that you, Elliot?! Hey everyone, I was right! Ella makes a waaaaaay better sissy than she does a man!" The party erupts into a rowdy, raucous roar, but Brad doesn't hush them this time. There are scattered slurs and a few insults lobbed, as well as the long feared laughter and pointing, but they are quickly hushed by a single glance backwards by Brad, so only the whoops and WOOOOs remain. All told, your worst nightmare is downright welcoming compared to what you feared.

Brad steps closer, wrapping his powerful arm around you and making you feel strange sensations you never expected to feel around your biggest, baddest bully. He looks down at you with amusement, but also something warmer. "Come on in, I'll give you the tour." All eyes are on Brad, as usual, as he enters his palatial foyer, but you can't help but notice that the guys and girls alike are checking you out as well. The quarterback's obvious interest in you keeps them at arm's length for now, but you can tell that more than a few from both group are tempted to touch.

"This is the kitchen. It's got...a stove? I don't know to be honest, cooking is one of the few things I don't excell at, probably becauase I always have a hot dish like you to make me a meal." He smiles down at you like you should consider it a compliment, and the strangest part is...you do. His hand slowly but surely slides down your back and up your sinfully short skirt. He cups your doughy cheek and leads you into the next room, and despite yourself, you are already imagining yourself cooking him a hot meal and offering yourself up on a plate.

Brad opens a door to a dimly lit room with piles of clothes on the floor. "This is the 'coat room'. I wouldn't spend too long in there if you didn't want to spend the rest of the night in there. Your eyes adjust to the darkness and you yelp with astonished arousal. The 'piles' are bare bodies entwined and grinding and grunting together. You aren't precisely sure how many are men or women, and no one inside seems to care either. You feel Brad's fingers squeezing your supple ass and you feel an almost irresistible urge to grind yourself. You find yourself wondering if this would be such a bad place to spend the night. Then you shake your head forcibly and Bras chuckles he leads you to the next stop on the tour.

"This is the game room. I gotta warn you, we play for high stakes here." As if to illustrate his point, you see a stunning, stacked amazon sink an impossible shot while a mousey minx looks on in horny horror. The nerdy nymph is collared by the brutally beautiful blonde and led over to an couch on all fours. The winner slides her slinky black dress up and spreads her legs, so the lovely loser can bury her flushed face in her bare pussy. Brad's finger 'slips' as he grips your ample ass and you feel a familiar thrilling throb as it grazes your horny hole. You suck on your bottom lip like it is candy and continue with the tour.

"That's all the really fun stuff, unless..." Brad shifts suddenly so his body is pressed against yours, pinning you against the wall next to the staircase. You can feel how much he enjoy's your new makeover by how hard his enormous erection is crushing against your soft body. "Or, I could show you two my room." You blush as you realize that Emma has been right beside you the entire time. You give an apologetic wave with your pinky and she gives you a sly smile like she's been there before. "Well, where can I take you next?"