Two sides of the same femboy brat

“She called me soft. Apparently she doesn’t usually meet girls like herself here.” The little boy leaned back and puffed his cheeks: “Yeah… maybe you’re right. I would ask her, if I would win for once… I shouldn’t be on this class either. I get Queen and Jack and even King to a point since they are all just a bunch of dummies and good for nothings, but I should totally be at like… at least B I feel.” Tiffany’s eyes went up the boy’s slim smooth legs up to his tight underwear. Ace apparently didn’t mind wearing some risque clothes like boy-shorts out in the open and the small crop-top he had which showed a good amount of his belly.

“I think you b-being a little selfish is actually the problem… Do you notice it yourself? You are consantly calling others stupid and acting like you are greatest.” Tiffany says with a stern tone making the boy look at her surprised: “I-I… NO! No way, dumbass! You are just jealous because I’m more flexible than you! I-I think your problem is that you act like a darn girl here when you know damn well what you have between your legs. Do you think she took you in because you are girly or because you have a cock, huh? Think about that. And I care a lot for others! Let’s get out of here, I want to check on the others, ok?” Ace gets up and Tiffany feels taken back what he said - that’s right, the text message wanted her to show her penis for proof, it was planned from the start.

“Wait… I’m sorry… But if I would think of some reason why…” Tiffany tries but Ace screams: “Shut up! It’s because I would dominate in the higher classes! That’s it! They just need a fairer game there! And stop talking about it! Or I will call you a futa.” Tiffany rolls her eyes and follows the troublesome boy back to the others.

Passing the dressing room suddenly the door opens. “H-h-hey…” It’s Queen the shy pink haired boy wearing some cute pink overalls to match as well as a white blouse underneath. “Oh shit! Queen, where the heck were you? We were looking everywhere… wait…” Ace stops and sctratches his head confused - Tiffany is also a little puzzled: “Did you come from the dressing room just now? We went to look and no one was there. W-were you hiding?” Queen fidgets with his fingers and Ace stomps over to him and pokes at his cheek: “Out with it, you pervert! I bet you were nutting all over our clothes! Grr! Is that right? I will break your sorry nuts if you touched my clothes!”

Tiffany butts in and asks the shy boy more gently: “We were worried if you had disappeared. We checked that room but there really was no one there… Were you hiding?” Queen looks at Tiffany though his pink bangs and sighs: “I-I was nutting all o-over your clothes, I am so sorry…” Tiffany chokes up on her spit and takes a step back as Ace screams and knees the boy in the crotch making Tiffany almost feel it herself. Queen falls down like a bag of rocks and Ace starts jumping in place screaming: “You fucking perv! You fucking asshole!!! AAH! I knew it, I knew it! Give me those nasty balls!” The little boy kneels down and starts groping between the agonized femboy’s legs as he screams in return.

“S-stoooop! Aaah! Stop it! Ah, d-don’t hurt, gnhh!!” Queen freezes as Ace grips his crotch and Queen looks at Tiffany with a terror in his face. “Stop it, Ace! Let go, dammit! You will seriously hurt him if you keep doing that!” Ace lets go and stands up and slaps Queen on the face and looks at Tiffany angrily and then storms off. Queen starts crying and curls up as Tiffany hugs him and sits next to him. “D-did you really do that? Q-Queen? Did you… cum over the clothes?”

The boy, holding his aching crotch looks at Tiffany and bites his tongue making him tense up and shut down. “Hey? Uhh, Queen? I think you should tell the others… hey, Queen?” The pink haired boy stands up and brushes a tear from his eye and waves at Tiffany and starts walking back towards the ballroom. “Hey, wait! Did you, or did you not? W-what is going on?” Tiffany hurries to Queen who walks through the ball room door and puts his face down and sits on a couch burying his pretty face in his hands and sobbing.

“There he is! Beat his ass, King! Beat his dumb sissy ass!” Ace’s bratty voice comes from behind Tiffany and turning back she sees the tall blonde haired boy approaching with a mysterious look on his face. “No! Wait! Don’t hurt each other! Queen is… he’s crying because Ace hurt him. Please!” Tiffany says desperately and King stops and looks at the girl with a warm smile: “Thank you, Tiffany. But I think it is only right that we return the favor, hm? Perhaps when he’s feeling better? I at least do not tolerate any jizzing on my clothes. How rude indeed.” King brushes his hair and smacks his lips as Jack walks up and smiles at Tiffany: “Hey… looks like we have a little argument going on… wanna come sit with me for a while? We should be getting dinner soon.” Tiffany smiles at the boy and they go to a table at the other side of the room.