Tied up in the night

Jesse woke up sticky and sweating, tangled up in the clinging grip of his bedsheets. For a moment, between dreaming and dawn… he’d felt like some great, invisible reptile was constricting and engulfing him. The inescapable fear of being so utterly consumed, without a single thing he could do about it, brought his own heartfelt yelp of despair to be the very first sound he heard that morning. Throwing off the twisted cause of such a nightmare, he gasped for breath and sought out anything in the room that he could recognise. Everything seemed just so slightly wrong. Even the air in his lungs didn’t taste like it should.

The little femboy shook off the confusion. He’d just slept in Betsy’s bed, in the clothes from last night… those were the sources of disorientation. But his dear friend herself was nowhere to be seen. She must have stayed all night at the breeding centre again, a situation already becoming more regular it would seem. He looked at the mess of make-up upon her pillowcase and felt the uncomfortable prickle around his lower belly. Perhaps it was best she hadn’t come home to see that… His closest friend wouldn’t mind the mess, of course… but she would have searching questions towards what had driven him into such a state. Questions the sissy wasn’t sure he could answer quite yet.

Jesse climbed out of bed and struggled to peel the tight, plastic leotard away from his soft, tender skin. It was glued to his stomach with what seemed like an inordinate amount of dried, crusty substance. As if his body had been so unable to deal with the turmoil of his mind… that it had simply responded in the only way it knew best. Vague flashes of waking up across the course of the night; horny beyond measure and **** to stroke his every heightened source of sensitivity through this tightened second skin; spattered through his bleary head. Not that wet dreams were a particular rarity for him these days. Sometimes his whole shape seemed like one, big erogenous zone… sent into electric thrills of excitement by even the slightest bit of friction. His bumping excuse for breasts and tiny, hairless cock and balls were no less packed with nerve-endings **** for attention, than any of his more well-endowed classmates. Ms Julian always said the right Master or Mistress would be able to make a slutwife cum by running just a single finger up their spine. At the time… that had almost sounded like a reward at the end of the tunnel…

There was no time to waste standing around and mulling over the events of the previous evening though. There was no such thing as a ‘sick-day’ for students of Stanfield’s Academy. However groggy he felt… the algorithm would presumably pick up on it and stick an extra portion of caffeine or Flu-b-gone into his breakfast smoothie. What mattered now was what an awful state he looked… hair stuck out at all angles and the remnants of yesterday’s style still smudged across his features. Hardly the image of a first-class fucktoy ready to lure in a client or two along his morning commute. The sissy scuttled off naked towards the showers again, determined to put all this nonsense away for the moment and concentrate on the day ahead.

Sitting on the Maglev half an hour later though… Jesse realised he hadn’t stopped to pick up that smoothie, what with all the rushing to get ready. He hadn’t taken advantage of whatever pick-me-ups the system might offer him after a sleepless night of unsettled thoughts. Nor the normal mix of hormones and endorphin-encouragers that would have come with it. Not that it mattered… he was sure to just be given a double dose at lunch. As the details of his internal chemistry chased him all the way across the city… chained to that collar around his neck. Then all the churning bubbles in his gut would fade away. The jagged shards that seemed to be catching in his grey matter, let loose.

None of his usual customers approached him today, however. As if something in his stare was keeping them at bay. So for now… he was left to simply sit on his own. Staring out the window.

Wondering why the air just didn’t taste like it should...