High School Sweetheart
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High School Sweetheart
By Popov
My name is Kitty. Well, it was Kevin until my sophomore year in
high school. I was a member of the school's swim team and, a
pretty good swimmer. I made it to our region's championship that
year. As competitive swimmers I, and the rest of my team-mates,
had to shave our bodies. No one ever looked forward to this
ritual, but it was necessary to get that extra edge on the
competition. This was a problem in the spring because most kids
wore t-shirts and shorts to school and we would have to wear
pants.
To avoid any unwanted attention from those guys who felt their
sport was more masculine, football players, for example. They had
a reputation at our school for harassing the smaller members of
the swim team after they shaved down and I was definitely one of
the smallest. I was skinny, but athletic with long blonde hair,
which cascaded onto my shoulders, surfer-like. My eyes were blue
and I had slight features. It would have been pretty tough to
distinguish me from a 16 year-old girl if not for my style of
dress. It was my general appearance that eventually led to my
predicament.
The day after the regional meet, I was back in school attending
all my classes, initially without problem. I wore jeans to hide
my shaven legs, until the gym class that is. There was simply no
way to hide my legs in that class and I would just have to take
it like a man. At least my shorts were cut long and baggy.
When I got to my locker and took out my gym shorts and shirt I
felt sure no one would notice. My hopes were dashed immediately
as I removed my clothes. Just as I was about to step into my
shorts I heard someone cry out, "Well, well. Looks like
somebody's in the wrong locker room. Are you lost little girl?"
It was Garrett Thomas, the fullback for the football team and
school-jerk. His remark drew roars of laughter.
"Oh wait," he continued, "that's not a girl, it's just a sissy
faggot who likes to show off his nice legs, isn't that right?"
I pulled my shorts up pretending not to listen. I didn't want to
antagonize him. Garrett was a very strong guy and had plenty of
jock friends around to help him out anyway. He started to walk
towards me. "Say it." he said.
"What? Get away from me. I don't want any trouble."
He grabbed my right arm and twisted it behind my back. Pushing my
face into the locker he shouted. "Say it!"
"Say what?"
"Tell us you're a sissy faggot who likes to show off his legs."
"Ahhh, all right, all right! I'm a sissy faggot who likes to show
off his legs."
"I fucking knew it," he said as he let go of my arm. It felt like
it had been ripped from the socket. I fell to the ground rubbing
my shoulder as I watched Garrett walk away and get his high fives
from his friends.
During class, as we played basketball, the guys whistled at me
and made cat noises. It would have been a lot easier if there had
been another swimmer in my class but I was the only one and I was
the butt of all their torments. After class, while in the locker
room changing, I inadvertently dropped my T-shirt and bent down
to pick it up just as Garrett walked by. My ass pushed up against
him and some one yelled out, "Garrett's humping the sissy!"
Garrett became red in the face and punched the kid in the
stomach, dropping him. He sat on his chest and beat him within an
inch of his life. When the gym coach pushed his way through the
crowd Garrett jumped off his victim and stood there like he was
just one of the bystanders.
As they helped the boy to the nurse, I knew Garrett wasn't going
to be in any trouble. There was no way that kid was going to risk
an even worse beating and, even if he did 'narc' on him, Garrett
was the fullback of our football team and would never be allowed
to get into trouble. When our coach was gone Garrett walked over
to me and whispered in my ear, "You'll get yours too, fucking
sissy."
Since gym was my last class for the day I walked home after I had
finished dressing. About three blocks from my house I was grabbed
from behind and thrown into the bushes. I looked up to see
Garrett.
"Please Garrett, I didn't mean for that to happen. You know I
didn't rub against you on purpose," I pleaded.
"Shut up, sissy. Unless you want your ass kicked like I did to
Mike, then you better do exactly as I say. Get up. Come with me."
We walked in silence past my house and two more blocks to the
east and entered what I can only assume was Garrett's house. We
walked upstairs and entered an extremely girly room. I had seen
pictures of Garrett's sister around school. She was five years
older than us and had been an extremely popular and beautiful
cheerleader. I think she was still off at college.
Garrett took a brown paper grocery bag and placed in on the bed.
He began to fill it with various articles of clothing and handed
it to me.
"If you don't wear these clothes to school tomorrow I'm going to
beat you worse than I did Mike."
"But I can't wear..." I started and, was interrupted by his fist
smashing into my stomach.
"Just fucking do it, bitch."
The next morning I weighed my options. One day of minor
humiliation was better than spending my life in a wheelchair and
eating everything through a straw. I got dressed using the things
in the bag. I pulled on a pair of pink cotton thong panties and,
had to push my somewhat small dick back between my legs to make
it fit right. Next were a pair of cut off jean shorts, which just
barely covered my ass; a plain white undershirt, the only
masculine item in the bag; and a pair of white athletic shoes
with a pink stripe around them.
I looked at myself in the mirror before I left for school; there
was no mistaking it. I looked like a 16 year-old girl with a flat
chest. It was horrible.
At school, everyone snickered and pointed at me. Even friends
avoided me. When gym period arrived I went to face my torture. As
I walked in Garrett grabbed me and yelled for everyone to look at
the sissy. He pointed out how I was wearing little short shorts
to show off my legs for all the guys. Everyone laughed their
heads off. I walked to my locker burning with humiliation. I was
about to change into my gym clothes when Garrett whispered, "Take
off your shorts only and then hop up on the bench and dance." I
looked at him and my fear showed. He continued, "Dance like a
stripper or I'll beat the shit out of you right now." Taking my
shirt and tying a little knot in it at the front so that it fit
snugly above my navel he backed away and I slid my shorts down. I
could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes. As I stood up on
the changing bench guys began to gasp when the saw that I was
wearing panties.
"Kevin's wearing panties!" Garrett shouted. "Hey Kevin why don't
you show off those great legs and amazing ass of yours with a
little dance?"
I moved my hips a little but I was too distraught to actually
dance like a real stripper. Garrett got the crowd to boo me, then
he walked over and pulled me off the bench. "Pete, Steve, come
here. Let's show our little sissy what happens when she doesn't
dance nice." Pete and Steve smiled and grabbed my arms.
"Turn him around," Garrett ordered.
They turned me so that my back faced the crowd. Garrett put
pressure on my head and the guys forced me to bend over. I jumped
when I felt Garrett's hand on my ass rubbing it before slapping
it five times to the cheers of the rest of the boys. He stepped
aside and let the next boy go. Seven boys spanked me 30 times
bringing tears to my eyes before the coach yelled for everyone to
get outside.
As they spanked me I could see that Pete and Steve were getting
large bulges in their gym shorts while they held me. I'm not sure
what was worse, that or the fact that a group of high school boys
had spanked me. I dried my eyes, changed my clothes and went
outside with the others.
While we were playing basketball I noticed that Garrett wasn't
around. I knew that in order for him to miss another opportunity
to embarrass me, he must be up to something. Just then I saw him
exit the girl's locker room hiding something under his shirt.
Class ended and we returned to the locker room. To my surprise,
Garrett didn't do anything to humiliate me any further. I noticed
that most everyone had left except for nine guys and myself. I
figured that maybe Garrett had had enough. No such luck. I saw
that the nine guys were Pete and Steve and the seven others who
had spanked me. They walked toward me. Dressed only in my shoes,
panties and shorts I scrambled to put on my shirt but Steve
grabbed it and threw it away. Garrett appeared in front of me
holding out a training bra.
"Put it on slut."
Not wanting to anger him any I slowly put the bra on. He handed
me a tube of lipstick. I just stared at him and he nodded his
head. I wasn't sure how to put on lipstick, but had seen it done
on TV and in movies, so I painted the curve of my lips and
smacked them a little. I looked at them for approval. Their
devious smiles told me that the soft pink lipstick had been
applied correctly.
"Take off your shorts bitch."
When I hesitated Pete smacked my face. Quickly, I slid the tight
jean shorts off and stood there in my thong, bra and white
running shoes. Garrett punched me in the stomach and I dropped to
my knees. With my face at belt height, I saw that all the guys
had huge bulges in their crotches. Garrett was the first to unzip
and the others quickly followed. He reached into his pants and
pulled out a dick that dwarfed my little member. It jutted from
his groin pointing at my nose. One by one, they all removed their
hard dicks and stood around me in a half circle with their dicks
pointing at me.
"Go ahead, Kitty" Garrett said.
"What... what do you want from me?"
"Kitty, you are our new slut. It's your job to get us off while
we're at school, and maybe even after school. The point is you
are now expected to be as feminine as possible when you're around
us, and since at least one of us is in every class on your
schedule, that means all the time. You are now required to dress
like a slut, courtesy of my sister's old wardrobe, act like a
slut and, of course, fuck like a slut."
With that Garrett thrust his hips forward and pushed his dick up
against my lips. He pinched my nose shut and slid his dick in my
mouth as I gasped for air. Two others took my hands and placed
them on their dicks. They began to move my hands up and down for
me and let go when they figured I had the idea. Garrett kept
thrusting his dick into my mouth, running the head back and forth
over my tongue. It was the most disgusting thing I had
experienced.
When I thought it couldn't get any worse, I felt my panties being
pulled down as one of them positioned himself behind me. He
pushed his dick against my ass. After some struggling he got his
way and entered my anus. He butt-fucked me hard forcing me to
rock back and forth on his dick while conversely rocking on
Garrett's dick in my mouth.
The two cocks in my hand exploded on either side of my face. I
could feel splashes of hot jizz hitting my cheeks and eyes. As
soon as those two dicks were drained and removed from my hand
they were replaced by two more. Garrett started to groan and
grabbed the back of my head. He pulled me forward and shot his
huge load down my throat.
I was sucking a guy's dick and swallowing. Even some of the
biggest sluts at our school wouldn't swallow. Garrett pulled his
dick out of my mouth and I yelped from the beating my ass was
getting. I was about to plead for them to stop when my mouth was
filled with not one, but two dicks. They were pretty big cocks
and, felt like they were ripping my mouth open. With alternating
thrusts they each slid over my tongue.
This continued, for about an hour, one dick replacing another,
until everyone had come two or three times each. My ass was red
from being pounded, my hands, shoulders, and face were covered in
cum, and I had a stomach full of jizz. As they all high-fived
each other and got dressed, I reached for my panties and put them
back on. Leaning against a locker and I sobbed helplessly.
That weekend Garrett came over and brought me a suitcase full of
clothes. He told me to only wear clothes out of the suitcase. The
only panties in the suitcase were all thong style. He said they
all liked to be able to see my ass. The skirts didn't come more
than an inch past my butt, and some were even shorter. Shorts
were similarly revealing and the tops were as girly as they came.
As far as shoes went he only allowed high heels at least three
inches tall. He gave me a bottle of pills and said that they
would help me start to develop breasts. Also in the suitcase were
a make-up kit and a few issues of Cosmo and other feminine
magazines.
I asked him what I was supposed to tell my parents. He just
smiled saying, "Tell them the truth, that you were born to suck
cock."
The next morning my parents had suspiciously won a two-month trip
to Europe. I found it less than a coincidence that Garrett's dad
worked for a travel agency that gave away trips now and then as a
promotion.
It's been a year and a half since the day I shaved my legs. I
don't have to do that anymore. The boys bought me some cream that
made all my hair fall out in the shower. When my parents got back
from the trip I was completely feminized. It's kind of hard to
retain your masculinity when you constantly have a dick in your
mouth. They said they were disgusted with me and threw me out of
the house.
I live with Garrett now, in his sister's old room. The school
never said anything to me when I began dressing as a girl. I
suppose they didn't want to get sued for discrimination or
something. Except for the boys, and the staff at our school, no
one knows who I used to be. Roger, one of the boys, took me to
get my name changed. I was then re-enrolled at school.
Six months after taking the pills, I had grown a small pair of
tits. The guys all pooled some money and got me breast implants.
Now I have a very jiggly pair of D-cups.
I don't want you to get the wrong idea about this though. I don't
enjoy being Kitty. I never will, it's just that after a while, I
became numb to it. I don't think about what I'm doing, I just let
it happen. When I sit under Garrett's desk in biology class
sucking his big cock, I don't think about what I'm doing. I think
about what life will be like when I finally graduate, go away to
college, get these breast implants removed and, go back to living
as a man. When we have assemblies at school and I'm being passed
from one lap to another, being repeatedly fucked in the ass until
the assembly is over, I don't think about how nine guys are
taking turns nutting in my ass. I think about how some day this
will all be over and I won't ever have to blow anyone again.
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