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MOM: Guess who's here, birthday boy?
WILL: Mom! You didn't tell me you were gonna invite Amelia!
MOM: But why shouldn't your ex-girlfriend come to your party? You two
dated for a whole year, and even though she never let you have sex with
her, you told me over and over how Amelia would always be your dream
girl.
AMELIA: Hey, William! Or did somebody say it's Willow now? Gosh, that
fairy dress sure looks cute on you. I had one just like it once for
Halloween. When I was seven, that is. Who did your hair?
WILL: Um... I dunno... We went to a salon today.
MOM: Amelia, you're going to have to excuse Willow's manners. Swishy butt
here thinks that just because he turned 18 that he's Miss Know It All.
Fact is, his mommy still has to bathe him in a tub, scrub his little
behind, help him into a dress without it being turned inside out, and
drive him to ballet class.
WILL: Mom!
MOM: Now, Willow, you know we learned from your therapist that you have
to admit both to yourself and others the reality of your feminine nature.
Dr. Pamela will be so proud that you showed off your pretty things to
your former sweetheart. And that you apologized to Amelia for hurting
her.
WILL: Hurting her? But Amelia is the one who broke things off.
MOM: Let's be honest, baby gurl. You wasted a year of Amelia's life by
pretending to be a real boy, when in fact you never had the strength or
courage or even the penis size to qualify as a normal guy.
AMELIA: Well, it's true, Willow. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy our
sophomore high school year together. Going to the library, the comic book
store, and the dinosaur museum was amusing at that age, I suppose.
Holding hands with you was sweet, but I never got a below the belt tingle
from it, babe. So junior year when I traded in my glasses for contacts
and a coach told me to try out for cheerleading, I said maybe I need this
in my life. I know you and I used to constantly rag on that clique of
shallow airheads. But after I got on the squad I found out how thrilling
and sexy athletes are. And when we rode on the same bus as the football
team, I really got an education. I learned to overcome all my old racial
prejudices. Black athletes really helped me appreciate the physical
nature of my being. Sitting close to them and feeling their soft lips on
my neck and their big hands between my legs, was like discovering my
nervous and muscular systems for the first time. Black men helped me
overcome so many stupid inhibitions I had about nudity and intimacy and
penetration. And I learned how to really strengthen and stretch the
muscles in my throat and anus and vagina. It was a bit demeaning at first
to be passed around from player to player like an inflatable sex doll.
But I figure that was the least I could do to help overcome centuries of
white oppression. And after a year of hanging out with a limp-wristed,
weak-kneed, runny nose wimp like you, being the plaything of hard-bodied,
domineering men felt sinfully good.
MOM: Uh-oh, here come the waterworks. Willow, stop that crying or you'll
ruin the professional makeup design we got for you at the salon. That's
right, dear, gently dab, don't wipe, with your lacy pink hankie. Of
course, it's true that Dr. Pamela said that a good cry once a day will
help you get in touch with the girly two-thirds of yourself. Now, baby,
what do you have to say to this young woman?
WILL: Amelia, I'm sorry for taking up your time when you could have
gotten gang-banged by the football team at 15.
AMELIA: That's all right, princess. Oh, you know I completely forgot to
introduce my steady boyfriend Deontay.
DEONTAY: How y'all doin'?
AMELIA: Willow, you know I'm a pre-med major, right? We volunteer at the
Coliseum to wrap ankles and elbows and give massages. Well, when I saw
this conference champion wrestler, I just couldn't keep my little white
girl hands off his hot black body. We're now together all the time. And
somehow even that's not enough. "The fire at midnight does NOT burn out
by daybreak." When we make love, I feel like I'm just an extension of his
magnificent physique.
DEONTAY: Tell the truth, girl!
AMELIA: Willow, I noticed that I haven't seen you on the college campus
the past few months.
WILL: I... I had to drop out.
AMELIA: Someone as bright as you?!
MOM: The truth is, Little Miss Smarty Panties got himself arrested and
expelled from university. My son the sex pervert stole the dorm manager's
pass key and used it to illegally enter coed bedrooms and pilfer panties
and other intimate garments from used laundry baskets. Then, at night
while normal students were going to clubs or concerts or getting laid,
Willie the Gremlin would bury his face in a pile of crotch-wear and
shamefully abuse his pathetic pecker. Isn't that right, sweetie?
WILL: Ummm.
MOM: This went on until a senior girl walked into her room, catching the
creep in the act. She grabbed him by the ear and walked him to the
nearest campus cop. You may know that theft of undergarments is now a
Class 3 sexual assault crime that carries a five to ten year sentence.
Fortunately, we worked out a plea bargain. Tell Amelia and her handsome
lover what you have to do instead of going to prison with men who rape
boys.
WILL: I have to wear... short little girl dresses all the time so women
know that I'm not a real man. I have to take female hormones to make me
soft and weak and reduce my ability to make sperm. And... and I have to
wear a chastity cage on my penis.
MOM: Show them your anti-masturbation device, precious. Go on, lift your
frilly fairy dress and pull down those prissy little panties.
DEONTAY: Wow!
AMELIA: Oh my god! 'Tay, you couldn't even fit the head of your battering
ram in that tiny cup, much less the ten-inch shaft.
MOM: Tell them what else, sugarplum.
WILL: For a year I have to go to Sissy School.
AMELIA: What's that, princess?
WILL: It's a place where sissies like me learn how to make ourselves
sweet and pretty so that dominant men and women will want to adopt us.
AMELIA: Well, I never! Tell us what you've learned so far.
WILL: Mornings we work on hair and nails and skin treatments and makeup.
Afternoons we study dress design and hand-sew playsuits and rompers. Some
days we get lectured on virginity and mental hygiene and avoiding wee-wee
leakage. Other times we get visitors who explain why so many boys and
girls hate us and do mean things to us and why we deserve it. Almost
always the rule is to shut up and take it. One thing they repeat over and
over is that this is what we're born for, and the sooner we stop sobbing
and accept it, the easier the future will be.
MOM: Once a month, Sissy School has a Discipline Night. The very best
sissies are rewarded with a five-minute vacation from the cage and are
allowed a milking session with a favorite teacher. But other sissies with
a large number of demerits get caned by the staff, the targets typically
being buttocks, balls, and the sissy's non-erectile organ. Based on
reports I'm getting, I know a certain fairy princess who is in for a
major chastisement this Friday night. I'd love for you to join us at 7:30
at the Sissy School. Come early or you'll have to sit on Deontay's lap.
AMELIA: No problem. I do that a lot just for fun. You can definitely
expect us on Friday. Not for the world would I miss seeing my little
fairy flogged and begging for mercy! God, sissy, you really bring out the
cruel bitch in me! For the first time since I've known you, you're making
me wet!
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