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SISSY STREET SCENE by Throne
Freddie turned the corner and came to a halt. He was at the edge of his
own familiar neighborhood and about to enter a less welcoming part of the
city. The street was lined with bars, nude bars, gay bars, lesbian bars,
and a variety of adult shops. It had been bad enough walking past
apartment buildings and more reputable businesses the way he looked.
Since it had been early evening there hadn't been many people around to
see him how he was dressed. He had on a mortifying fairy costume.
The few who had spotted him had been shocked and amused by the way he
looked, with a long wig of blond sausage curls, which was topped with a
bright blue, plastic tiara that was studded with plastic 'gems'. The
upper part of the costume was snug and pink and had narrow shoulder
straps. Below that it turned into a matching skirt, very brief, that
stuck out all the way around. The latter was so short that it exposed
his panties and the teeny tiny bump made by his far-below-average penis.
A color-coordinated sash circled his slim waist. Freddie's legs were
covered by mauve stockings and his feet were in pale green booties with
lace around their tops. All things considered, this was not a wise
fashion choice for the city streets.
He forced himself to start moving again. Ahead of him, in the
lengthening shadows, was an assortment of the types who frequented this
area. They strolled along or stood in small groups, the lights from the
businesses casting a subaquatic glow over them. Freddie saw thugs, punk
rockers, goths, young leathermen, and crossdressers. Also, plenty of the
hookers who were a featured attraction. He kept going, his elbows tight
against his sides, his heart-shaped purse clutched in his small hand.
This would all be worth it if he could get back together with his
girlfriend Dianna. Sure, she had been mean to him. Spent his money,
mocked his tiny dick, bluntly refused to give him sex, but happily
reduced the young man to her bedroom slave. Through it all, however, he
had convinced himself that he could persevere and win her over.
His thoughts were interrupted as someone stepped into his path. It was
one member of a bunch of those leathermen. Tall and beefy. The others
joined in, surrounding Freddie.
The leader of the gang leered at him and wanted to know, "What are you
supposed to be? Snow White?"
"N... no, S... Sir," he stuttered nervously in a small voice. "I'm..."
How had Dianna insisted he introduce himself when she made him dress this
way on Halloween? He remembered the exact words. "I am Fairy Princess
Sugarplum." He adjusted the purse in his hand, took the edge of his
skirt with both thumbs and both forefingers, and executed a deep curtsy.
"I come from the land of Fluffy Fluffers."
"Well," said his tormenter, "I'm Crusher and I do nasty things to
weakling sissies like you." He reached out, took Freddie's lower face in
his big hand, and squeezed until his victim's mouth popped open. Then he
shoved the first two thick fingers of his other hand in there and felt
around, played with his tongue, and finally withdrew. "That feels about
right. I've got something else to put in there."
The other guys moved in, forming a human wall to block prying eyes.
Freddie began to whimper. He was groped high and low. Someone pinched
his soft bottom.
Just then another leather guy appeared and excitedly said, "Crusher, you
have to come to the club right now. Luke made his jerk of an uncle come
there. Some dopey office worker guy. Had him strip down to just some
stupid red long-johns."
"That uncle he's always talking about? The one he pushes around? What's
he call him? The Captain? Or Mr. Creamy? Whatever."
"Right, that one. Well Luke dropped the trap door on the guy's underwear
and bent him over. Tied him up like that. Now he's going to pump him
and guess what he's using for lube." When Crusher just shrugged, his
friend said, "Motor oil. You have got to see this."
Crusher grinned sadistically. "And then we can all take a turn with his
straight, fat-cat uncle?"
"Exactly."
The burly leatherman looked at Freddie, back at guy from the club, and
towards Freddie once more. There was a frozen moment of chilling
tension. Finally Crusher gave an elaborate shrug, turned and walked
away. The others followed like a pack of dogs. Freddie stood there, his
knees threatening to buckle, and took several steadying breaths. He
decided it would be a good idea to move on.
Everyone noticed him. Punks gave him well rehearsed sneers. A hawker
in front of a sex club tried to get every guy who passed to come
inside... except Freddie. And a trio of TV hookers told him to go and
find his own corner to work, somewhere else. At the end of the block,
just as he was about to make his escape, he was accosted by a tall Black
girl. She had on a leather mini-dress and tall boots with spike heels.
She gave him a vicious grin and said, "I know your type, wussy. If you
got the right money in that pretty purse, I can give your sissy ass what
it needs. Got paddles and whips and a couple big fat butt plugs. Tie
you up and make you squeal like a pig. How about it, wimp?"
He was so afraid that he couldn't speak. Freddie had a problem with
Black females. They intimidated him. Scared him. Made him have
terrible visions of how they might reduce him to a cowering sexual
plaything.
He managed to squeak out, "N... no, thank you, M... M... Ma'am."
The scowling woman patted him under the chin and said, "Well, I'm around
here all the time. Lady Lash. Remember my name."
Freddie nodded and scurried away, her cruel laughter stinging his ears.
He was thrilled to be at the end of that long block, with only a short
way to go before he reached Dianna. She would be proud of him for
showing how brave he was, to have dressed up as she instructed and walked
the route she had chosen for him to get to her. Then she would listen to
him profess his love. She would see that the guy she had dumped him for,
Maurice, wasn't worthy of her. Freddie hoped he would never have to see
that ebony tower of muscles again. He was glad Dianna was staying with
her girlfriend Marnie. Not that he approved of Marnie, who was kind of
wild, but he was philosophical about it all.
Gosh, he wished he hadn't thought about Maurice. Dianna had met the
aggressive man at a Halloween party. Freddie was sure that she wouldn't
have gotten interested in him if circumstances had been different. But
that was the night that Dianna insisted that Freddie first wear this
unwanted costume. She felt sure that everyone would see that it was a
joke. That Freddie was being a good sport. But it didn't happen that
way. Instead, everyone jeered at 'Fairy Princess Sugarplum'. It didn't
help that Maurice, by contrast, showed up as a bare-chested African king.
The imposing man openly came on to Dianna and she foolishly fell for it.
Trying to be more positive, Freddie shifted his attention to the girl he
was about to reclaim. He pictured her long blond hair, modest use of
cosmetics, stylish clothes, and generally welcoming appearance. It was
no wonder he thought of her as his 'one and only' and his 'forever
sweetheart'.
His reverie was broken as someone across the street, walking in the
opposite direction, hollered, "Yo, Magic Muffy or whoever you're supposed
to be. Take your fruity ass somewhere else."
Freddie increased his pace. He really wished Dianna had allowed him to
bring along some of his regular clothes. He had cab fare in the purse,
enough to have her dropped at her place and then to get him home, with no
one else seeing him. Still, he would like to be able to change while he
was with her. He sighed. Proving his devotion was the first priority.
At last he was to Marnie's address. He recognized it because he had
dropped Dianna off there several times, during all those months when they
were dating. She had never wanted him to come inside, explaining that
those were 'girl nights' and that guys weren't allowed. On at least two
occasions he had seen guys going in, Black ones, but he rationalized that
the doorway must give access to other apartments. It wasn't like Dianna
would be capable of lying to him. He grinned at the memory of his trust
in her.
The entrance was at the end of a narrow passage, an architectural oddity
that appeared sometimes in these older parts of the city. He went down
the dark length, stood under the bare lightbulb, and straightened his
costume. He wanted to look nice for her. Well, maybe 'nice' wasn't the
appropriate word. But he wanted to make the best impression he could.
She was going to be so delighted to see him.
He knocked and waited patiently, shifting his feet one way and then
another. At last he heard the doorknob turn. Freddie put a cheery smile
on his face. The door swung inward and there stood Marnie, shapely and
blond... and stark naked. She leaned casually on the doorframe and
smirked at him.
"Hey, it's Princess Pom Pom. Is that the name?"
Thinking that this might be a test, to see if he would stay in character,
if he was truly sincere about doing what his beloved Dianna commanded, he
went into the introduction he had been taught once more. "I am Fairy
Princess Sugarplum." Curtsy. Dip down extra low.
"Whatever. What can I do for you?"
Wasn't she going to let him inside? Didn't she want to get the door
closed before some passing stranger might see her. Or...
In a strained whisper, Freddie suggested, "Someone from one of the other
units might come home. You wouldn't want them to see you... um... like
that." When she didn't respond, he clarified, "All naked."
"Oh, you mean like this?" She struck a lewd pose, which I will not
describe, to avoid offending the delicate sensibilities of my readers.
Freddie swallowed hard. He felt a familiar tingle in his dingle. Just
when he didn't need it, he was getting hard. His miniature penis was
growing toward its full, barely over 4 inches, size. Marnie saw how he
was rubbing his thighs together and easily guessed what was happening.
She snapped at him to lift the front of his skirt. When he did, and she
saw the tiny bump, she laughed out loud. Her hand went down, cupped the
inadequate portion of meat, and massaged it roughly for half a minute
which, to him, registered as a full session of shameful pleasure. He was
surprised and relieved that he didn't lose control entirely. What would
Dianna have thought of that? How could he have explained it to his
future bride, as he secretly loved to think of her.
"P... p... p... pleeease," he squealed. "I'm Dianna's boyfriend."
She looked down at him as if he was a complete imbecile and said, "Sure
you are." Then she turned her head and called into the apartment, "Hey,
Dee, your lover boy is here. The idiot actually dressed the way you told
him to. And he was probably stupid enough to follow the route you gave
him, including the filthiest street in town. Should I send him in?"
Dianna's voice responded, "Sure, let's have a look at him. See if he
passes dress inspection."
Something, Freddie decided, might be drastically wrong. Even so, he
squeezed past Marnie's naked form, unable to avoid brushing against her,
which made his stiff little pickle stay hard. He glanced down, concerned
about the tenting of his panties, and was distressed to see a tell-tale
wet spot. The short inside alcove led to a modest living room where he
found some woman stretched out on the sofa. Who was she? He didn't
understand. Where was the object of his idolatry? And then he
understood that he was staring at...
"Dianna? W... w... why do you look like th... th... that?"
She got up and stretched. Her hair had been cut short and had red
streaks put in it. She wore ginormous gold hoop earrings and slutty
make-up. All she had on was a cropped top and bikini panties. And there
was -- impossibly -- a tattoo on her upper thigh. The image was, he
realized after several more seconds, the playing card symbol for spades.
It was black.
He sputtered, "What... why did you... how could you...?"
"What?" she wanted to know. "You don't like my new look? Sorry, pansy.
But Maurice likes me this way. And you already know he's my Man."
"No... I... you... he..."
"You thought I called you to come here because you and me were maybe
getting back together? Did I make it sound that way? Oh, guess I did."
She chuckled triumphantly. "Well, I didn't want your trip to be
completely for nothing, so I got you a date of your own." She hollered,
"Hey, Cherise, your stallion is here."
Into the room sauntered a tall Black woman, young and fit, wearing only a
sexy sports bra and yoga pants. Her hair was in a close-cut afro.
She strutted up to Freddie, jabbed him hard on the shoulder with a
stiffened finger and assured him, "I poke you like that on a couple of
pressure points and it'll hurt you real bad. Deadly kung-fu-martial-
arts-wu-tang-clan bad. Understand?"
He stood there quivering and answered, "Y... y... yes, Ma'am."
This was a total nightmare. His carefully constructed and highly
unrealistic expectations were swirling away from him, to be replaced by
an apocalypse of abasement.
That was when the voice he least wanted to hear spoke. It was Maurice,
demanding, "Hey, Dee, get your hot ass in the bedroom. Right now. And
you can bring that wimp-ass sissy you phoned. The one who bought you to
the Halloween party. Princess Sugarplum. After all, we need somebody to
serve us drinks, cause we're going to be getting awful thirsty from all
the banging we're going to be doing."
Freddie wanted to flee but felt rooted to the floor. His muscles were
turning to jelly. Lovely Dianna had made herself look so... wanton. And
she was still with Maurice. And Freddie was expected to stay in his role
of Sugarplum and serve them drinks while they were... during an evening
of... right there so he could witness it as they... He felt faint. And
after all that he was going to experience some sort of interaction with
that ferocious Black amazon. His head was spinning.
Dianna went toward the bedroom. Marnie came and gave Freddie an air
kiss. The fearsome female who he now remembered was named Cherise, got
close and flashed him a vicious grin, reminding him that she would see
him later and that she had lots of plans. Then she pushed him along
after his ex-girlfriend, now more 'ex' than ever, and into the bedroom.
Freddie stood there hugging his purse, anxiously straightening his tiara,
sniveling, and trying not to think about everything that lay ahead.
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(So there you have it. My second attempt at writing a short 'scene'.
The action at Marnie's door was inspired by art from the talented hand of
Devin Dickie Check him out at deedickie.tumblr.com. ENJOY.)
Charlize
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