Schooling the Sissy

Math class went along in a surprisingly normal way. The teacher droned on, the students pretended to listen, and everyone treated Sissy Karly like nothing was new. The only strange thing to happen involved Darren and Diego, the two toughs with the class record for most suspensions. Instead of teaming up with Karl to pick on Davis, now they flicked paper balls and whispered rude comments at both of them. It was just another day for Davis, but Karl spent the whole class with flushed cheeks and tear-filled eyes.

After the bell rang, Davis made sure to stick close to the little bully-magnet he created. He kept a few step behind the bedazzled little fairy, which proved difficult given how much slower Karl walked now that he had shorter limbs. Most people ignored him, including a lot of his jock pals, but every so often someone deliberately jostled the petite pushover. When one mean passerby knocked Karl over, even Davis felt bad.

Wow. Part of me loves seeing Karl get a taste of his own medicine -- it's not like I haven't been exactly where he is dozens of times -- but seeing it from the outside is kind of...unsettling. Maybe I should change him back. Wait, is that his girlfriend, Darla? Oh boy! I can fix things later, but first I gotta see what she does with her "big, studly beau"!

Karl fumbled at his locker, unable to reach the highest shelf while too weak to handle more than one book at a time. As he strained on his tip-toes to put back his Algebra book, Darla stepped up and shut the locker door in his face. The pale, blonde sissy stared up at the gorgeous girl with equal parts relief and anxiety.

"Hey Karly, you have twenty bucks I could borrow?" asked the curvy redhead.

"Darla! B-baby!" gasped Karl. "I was afraid to talk to you last night. I-I know I look s-strange but--"

"Girl, what's your issue?" said Darla. "You don't look any weirder than usual. Unless...did you finally do it? Are you wearing a buttplug?"

"What?! No!" cried Karl. "Why would I...I mean, uh, you don't think I look d-different?"

"Hmm....well, you are looking kinda butch," she said. "For you I mean. Don't you usually have on more lipstick and eye shadow?"

"No, I don't wear that stuff!" whined Karl. "I-I'm your boyfriend, don't you remember? I'm not some little, uh...we've had sex!"

"What the actual fuck?" said Darla. "Did they screw up your HRT? Listen you little fag, I don't care about your sick little fantasies. I was trying to be nice, but I guess your little queer brain can't handle talking to a real woman. Laters!"

Darla turned on her fashion forward boots and bumped the frail sissy to the ground with her shapely, stretch pants covered ass. Her sissified former boyfriend sat up on the dirty floor, knees together, feet spread out, and sobbed into his dainty hands.

Damn, that Darla's a bitch! I don't know if I love it or hate it?