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Paul looked down at his phone buzzing on the conference table. The
identity of the caller was ANSWER NOW. He had no choice. He had to answer
it, now. "I'm sorry, I have to answer this." He quickly rushed out of the
room. He had no choice; he had to answer it, now. "Hello?"
There was a sing-songy voice on the other end of the line. "OMG, I NEED
TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!" It was a sissy on the other end of the line. A
sissy faggot. A sissy faggot like Paul. A sissy faggot like Pansy
Pumpscock.
Paul could feel Pansy taking over. He could feel the words forcing
themselves out of his mouth as he rushed down the hall trying to find a
private place.
He couldn't help it. He needed to say it. He whispered into the phone,
"OMG, I need to be making men cum."
He opened one of the meeting rooms. DAMNIT. It was being used.
The voice on the other end said in a loud, clear ultra-girly voice, "OH
MY GOD, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!!!!"
Paul/Pansy could feel herself shaking with the need to be aligned. She
didn't know who was on the other end of the line, but she knew she loved
her. She was so clear about it. She said it so perfectly. So proud. She
could feel her voice bouncing around in my head. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I
NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM.
FUCK! All the meeting rooms were being used. She dodged into the
stairwell and slammed the door behind her. The words burst out of her as
if someone had just dropped something on her toe. "OH MY GOD, I need to
be making men cum!" It was such a relief letting it out like she'd been
holding her breath for five minutes.
The voice on the other end parroted back. So insistent; sounding so over
the top limp-wristed queer: "OH MY GOD, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM!" Her
voice told her that she didn't think that Pansy sounded enough of a total
sissy faggot cock whore.
Her failure felt like a rock in the pit of Pansy's stomach. She was
failing. She wasn't a good sissy faggot. She was holding back. Out of
nowhere, the words seemed to just rape themselves out of her mouth. "OH
MY GOD, I need to be making men cum!" It was as if her lips, mouth,
throat, and lungs were conspiring together to make her sound like the
sissy faggot they knew she needed to be.
The voice on the phone was sweeter now; less insistent; trying to
encourage Pansy. "OMG, I NEED BE MAKING MEN CUM."
Her words were so beautiful; so inspiring; so true. She tried to think of
what to reply back. She wanted to say the right thing. Then she got it.
She knew just what to say: "OMG, I need to be making men cum." She could
hear her words echoing up and down the stairwell.
"OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM." This time the voice on the other end
of the line's words were more serious. As if she was revealing to Pansy
some important truth that just came into her head.
Pansy replied back, as she minced down the stairs, "OH MY GOD, I NEED TO
BE MAKING MEN CUM." It sounded like she was stating some desperate need
as if she really really had to pee, or something.
Her sissified caller quickly answered back, "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN
CUM."
Pansy quickly replied, "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."
They went back and forth, like two girls sharing the most exciting gossip
they had ever heard with each other. "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."
"OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM." "OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."
"OMG, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."
She passed some of her coworkers on the bottom of the stairs looking at
her like she was a space alien or something. She didn't notice them. She
was busy with the most important conversation she had ever had. She was
telling someone, "OH MY GOD, I NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."
Outside, she was that person. The person having that important phone call
that normally she would have in hushed tones, but because of the
overwhelming emotions that it was bringing out of her she was
broadcasting to every person who passed her by on the street. She didn't
care. She needed to let that person on the other end know that, "OMG, I
NEED TO BE MAKING MEN CUM."
Soon they were saying it together, over and over again. Pansy could feel
the words rewiring her brain. This was her truth. This was what mattered.
She hung up the phone and thought to herself. Oh my god, I need to be
making men cum. She purposefully started walking down the street. While
her gait was that of an over the top, limp-wristed, sissy faggot, her
clothes were all wrong. She knew just where to go.
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