My life

Note - This story is told from a submissive sissy/femboy/tranny perspective and I try to write it so you, the reader, are the protagonist. So if you are more into being a top or domineering character, this probably won't be for you.

Note - As always the way I write is rather erratic and I'll often return to and amend already published chapters to fit in with the direction a story arc has taken, so apologies for that.

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Prologue - Born to a pair of addicts I was a veritable crack baby addicted to the substances my parents abused. My early childhood was dire and dismal being 'brought up' in a home of neglectful and abusive parents. After my mum dies and my dad is turned into a vegetable from overdosing, I am taken in by my one time babysitter and adopted by her parents. She becomes my BFF and role model, grooming me to become her sister. Since my eleventh birthday she has secretly been feeding me a regiment of puberty blockers and female hormone therapy medication to ensure my transition but not make my development so obvious that it contributed to the bullying I already faced on a daily basis at school. For seven years I have publicly identified as a boy, with the last two years having to use restrictive undergarments and a permant exclusion from P.E lessons to hide the feminine characteristics that I am developing due to a rare genetic disorder that was caused by developing in my addled mothers womb and would be far more prominent if I was taking the meds that they've been feeding me, or so they tell me. Unbeknownst to me my emotional struggles stem from the fact that I am now more physically a girl who is masquerading as a boy and a boy still trying to deny he's mentally and emotionally a girl, but that's all about to come to a head.

Now - It's my eighteenth birthday and I've still never had a girlfriend, let alone lost my virginity like virtually everyone else in my class has. My life has never been better, yet I still feel like the complete failure that I am. The only other virgin in the class is Jean, but I'm not sure if it's because she is such a prude or just because no-one would want to get with her. Kelly, my amazing adopted big sister says she's never known anyone to be so stuck up who is as ugly as Jean, but I can't really say anything seeing how even she turned down my advances this year.

Fortunately I have less than an hour left of school forever and never have to see any of these kids who either ignored me throughout high school or made my life a living hell between the hours of nine and four every week day. I'm so happy I feel like I'm going to cry and that makes me angry at myself and again I feel like I want to cry. I hate that I'm so emotionally unstable all the time and that makes me want to cry.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Billy? You thinking so hard that you look like you're trying to chew your own face off trying to work out what two plus two is?" Simon, the class jock and my personal full time bully says from across the table and I realise my emotional struggle is playing out on my face.

Standing six feet four inches tall Simon is the tallest kid in school and over a foot taller than me. Blue eyed with dirty blond hair and naturally muscular all the girls have fancied him at one time or another, but his immaturity generallyturns most of them off of him when once they get to know him.

I look up to see everyone on our table and pretty much the rest of the class staring at me, the majority of them either grimacing or smirking and I groan before glancing at the clock above our teacher. Thirty nine long arduous minutes to go.

"Watch your language Mr Sissons, do you want one last detention? There's still time." Mr Hollinhoe threatens from behind his desk.

Our class teacher for the past four years, Mr Hollinhoe is about forty years old and very average in every way. Standing about five feet ten inches, he has brown eyes, short brown hair and is clean shaven. Though normally dressed in trousers and jumpers over shirts, today he is dressed in jeans and a denim shirt, making look a lot less stuffy than normal.

"No sir, sorry sir." Simon responds quickly and the clas returns to idle chatter as we all wait for four o'clock.

"I'll get you for that after school. Like he said there's still time." Simon threatens quietly so only those sat on our table can hear.

I groan again and lower my head into my folded arms on table and try to shut it all out. In less than an hour I'll be out of here and never have to see any of these people ever again, if I can avoid Simon.

"Right that's enough, I can't stand it anymore. Go on, get the hell out of here." Mr Hollinhoe announces as the clock hits three thirty and the class erupts with whoops of joy. "Don't go dying or getting pregnant, you are all way to young for both."

Many of my now former classmates shake Mr Hollinhoes hand on the way out while others like Simon and his mates rush out as quick as the can. I watch all this whilst remaining seated, hoping that if I wait a while, Simon in all his excitement won't bother to hang around waiting for me.

"I would've thought you would've been the first one out of that door and not looked back, instead I find you still sitting here. You certainly are an odd one Billy." Mr Hollinhoe says noticing me once everyone else has left.

"Me too sir, but it feels different now that they are all gone. Besides I think the longer I wait the sooner I'll get home." I say as he peers out the classroom door before shutting it and oddly turning the lock.

"Mr Sissons I assume." Mr Hollinhoe says coming over and sitting in the chair next to mine, turning it to face me.

"Yes sir. He said there was still time to get me." I admit knowing that I can't get my bully in trouble by telling on him now.

"There are two types of people in this world Billy, there are those who use people and there are those who get used by people." Mr Hollinhoe says pulling my chair out and turning it with me still sitting in it so we are facing each other. He puts a hand on my shoulder as if to emphasise what he is telling me is important. "And you're going to find that you are the one who is going to get used."

"How can I-" I start to ask but he interupts me.

"You can't. It's just like in nature you have predators and you have prey and you're gonna be easy prey for every predator out there Billy." Mr Hollinhoe tells me sliding his hand from my shoulder onto my neck where he uses his thumb to rub just behind my ear making me swoon before I even realise he has moved his hand.

Before I can think again Mr Hollinhoe uses he knees to knock mine apart, grabs me around the waist and lifts me out of my seat onto his lap so I am straddling him.

"But getting eaten by predators doesn't have to be a bad thing." He says pulling my face to his as I freeze like a deer caught in headlights.

Do you do the only thing prey can do and flee or let Mr Hollinhoe devour you?