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A Pansy Among The Thorns Pt. 13 free porn video
Pt. 13: Samantha
"nah i havent seen him either. dont worry about it tho bb, u didnt do
anything wrong. luv u xx"
Samantha felt a small smile cross her lips as she locked her phone. It
still tingled every time she read the words. Love you. Damian said it for
the first time a couple of weeks ago, after their first time in bed
together, and despite the fact that he'd told her again every day since,
she still felt the same butterflies in her chest every time.
Over the last half of summer, Samantha had fallen hard for the football
player she'd so casually dismissed as a 'meathead' before. He was
actually surprisingly emotionally intelligent for a boy his age, but more
than that (and as much to her surprise as anyone else's), Sam had
realised he was exactly her type. She could pinpoint the exact moment she
knew, as stupid as it felt to admit: she'd felt it in her knees. When she
first saw him take his shirt off, with those broad shoulders and thick,
toned arms, radiating an easy yet unassuming confidence - it was obvious.
Samantha was instantly weak for him. And that was fine, because he was
happy to be strong for her.
Damian was reassuring her today because, on their first day back at
school, no one had seen Patrick Thorn at all, and it was lunchtime
already. After the disastrous movie date, Sam had only confided in her
closest friends, and even then, she'd only said the date was a "non-
starter". She told herself she didn't want to spread gossip about the
boy, but the truth was she felt seriously embarrassed by the whole
affair. Just imagine what people would say if they found out she'd gone
on a date with a boy who wore panties. It had even made the girl question
herself. Why had she been attracted to someone like that? Was she gay?
Well, one night in bed with Damian was more than enough to prove to
Samantha she wasn't gay. She could hardly understand what she'd ever seen
in Patrick now, his short, weedy body turned her off completely, even
without his new wardrobe! Damian was right: no point worrying about him
now. She had to hurry to the main hall anyway, apparently there was some
kind of special assembly going on in the afternoon that the whole year
had to attend.
--
"OK everyone." Principal Mendez stood on the stage, a look of
consternation on her face. "This is going to be... a little strange, but
I expect you all to handle it with maturity and empathy. You're adults
now - please act like it."
Confused murmurs spread through the gathered student body: what on earth
was she talking about? Samantha was sitting between two of her friends
from class, towards the back of the hall, idly looking at her phone. She
turned to one, whispering: "Any ideas?" Katie shook her head and
shrugged.
After bringing the hall to a quiet again, Principal Mendez spoke softly
to someone behind a curtain to the right of the stage. "Alright dear, why
don't you come and introduce yourself?" A new student? Teacher? This was
bizarre, Samantha hadn't heard anything about a new arrival - as far as
she knew, no one had. Nonetheless, a moment later, a figure emerged from
behind the curtain.
High heels clacking on the hardwood floor, the girl swished across the
stage like it was a catwalk, her hips swinging side-to-side with each
tiny step. Her arms, bent up at the elbow and wrist, fluttered airily,
never dropping below her waist. Samantha was immediately reminded of the
way Cinderella or Snow White moved in the old Disney cartoons she watched
as a kid. In fact, everything about the figure, from her outfit to her
makeup and hair, was absurdly glamorous, to the point of looking
completely overdone. The bright blonde bubble on her head, in particular,
was just comical in its perfectly sculpted shape, seemingly unaffected by
momentum or even gravity. It was no wonder this new student hadn't been
in until now, a look like this must have taken all morning!
The crowd was silent as they watched the mystery girl make her way to the
centre of the stage, clutching a sheet of paper between beautifully
manicured fingers. In a timorous falsetto, she began to speak. "I... um,
hello everyone." A few suppressed snickers spread through the crowd. She
sounded as prim and girlish as she looked. "My name is Prissy Pansy," she
took a deep breath as the snickering grew louder. Katie leaned over with
a giggle, "Sounds about right!" Sam sat forward in her chair, enthralled.
The girl continued, her eyes glistening with moisture: "But for the last
6 years I've attended this school as Patrick Thorn."
Samantha dropped her phone.
--
The entire hall erupted into loud giggling, chattering and shouted
questions.
"OH MY GOD!"
"PATRICK?!"
"You're a transgender?!"
"Are you gay?"
"Can I borrow your lipstick?" Katie shouted from next to Samantha, to
uproarious laughter from the assembled students.
Sam couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. The shock she'd felt on
their 'date' before was magnified a hundredfold on seeing the vision of
femininity before her. Patrick had seemed so embarrassed back then, she
was certain he would try to reestablish his masculinity when they
returned to school. It seemed the opposite had happened, with the figure
standing on stage appearing so painfully dainty and effeminate that they
were all but unrecognisable as the former Patrick Thorn. Sam hoped
desperately no one would remember their brief romance from the end of
last year - she had no idea how she'd ever live down being attracted to
that.
Prissy just stood, quivering, as the commotion grew, until Principal
Mendez came back to the front of the stage. "Everyone! That's enough! Pa-
Prissy is being very brave right now and I expect you to show him some
respect," she put a hand on his shoulder. "Go on honey, you can keep
going."
Him? Surely this... living doll in front of them couldn't be referred to
as 'him', Samantha thought.
After recomposing himself, Prissy began, still speaking in that
ridiculously faggy voice: "I must apologise for deceiving you all for the
last few years. I tried to convince myself just as I tried to convince
you, but this past summer I realised I couldn't go on pretending to be
something I'm not. While I'm not transgender, I'm nowhere near a real
man. I feel far more comfortable in skirts and dresses than jeans and T-
shirts, I wouldn't dream of leaving the house without a full face of
makeup, and I'd rather compete on a pageant stage than a sports field.
The truth is I'm just..." He sniffed back some tears. "I... I'm just a
fairy boy!"
Everyone was thoroughly enjoying Prissy's embarrassing admissions.
Although he clearly had no idea, Samantha knew many of their class
resented how privileged he was, and how arrogant he could be. It was
gratifying, even to Sam, to see the formerly untouchable golden boy
transformed into the fragile, limp-wristed flower on stage. Even if this
was what he wanted, it was evidently still shameful for the boy to so
publicly shed his masculine image. Through the rose-gold shimmer applied
lightly to his cheek bones, a darker, embarrassed blush was visible.
Stammering, the boy began to speak again. This time, the students fell
quiet on their own, eager to hear more of his hilarious confessions. Even
Sam was beginning to relax and enjoy the show.
"But... I owe a special apology to Miss Samantha Clark."
WHAT?!
Immediately, people all around the hall turned to look at Sam. Why was
the most beautiful, sought after girl in school getting a personal
apology from this feminised freak? She sunk into her chair, the blood
drained from her face.
"In my efforts to convince you all that I was a real man," Prissy
continued reading, "I... I deceived Miss Clark into going on a date with
me." Surprise reverberated around the hall once again. "Luckily, for both
of us, she immediately saw past my ridiculous boy facade, to the wimpy
fruitcake beneath. Thank you Miss Clark... for helping me, embrace my
true self." The boy truly looked on the verge of tears, skinny knees
knocking together.
Sam, however, was furious. How dare he. It was one thing outing himself
as a girly little faggot, but implicating her in his ridiculous
fantasies? Now, for the rest of her final year, Samantha's reputation
would be tarnished by association - the girl who went on a date with
Prissy Pansy. She felt sick; even the name was insulting, like he was
demeaning all women by turning himself into this caricature.
Principal Mendez returned to the stage, placing a hand on the trembling
boy's shoulder. "Well... thank you, dear. That was very brave, and it's
good to know you're already being supported by some of your classmates. I
expect the rest of you to treat Prissy with all the respect and kindness
he deserves."
Oh you can count on it, Samantha thought to herself bitterly, as she rose
from her seat and began walking to class.
--
The rest of the day passed largely without incident. Sam sat through most
of her classes silently, stewing in resentment at her erstwhile
'boyfriend'. Several of her classmates made stupid comments ("Didn't know
you were a lesbian Sam!"), although naturally most of the jokes and
laughter she heard throughout the rest of the day were directed at Prissy
himself. By the end of the school day, Sam had resolved to simply ignore
the fag. He could turn himself into a little Barbie doll if he liked, who
cared - she had a real man now.
As the bell rang to dismiss everyone from their final class, Sam joined
the current of students making their way to the gate. When she left the
building though, something was off. Rather than leaving the school
grounds, it seemed the kids had congregated in the courtyard, forming
what looked like a large circle. Curious, Sam slowly navigated through
the mass until she reached the inner ring and finally saw what everyone
had gathered to watch.
"No... no Damian, I'm ever so sorry - I would never do anything to em..
embarrass Miss Clark. Please forgive me!" A cowering Prissy stood before
the crowd, flapping his skinny arms in panic, while Damian towered over
him.
"She was worried for you this morning, and you made her look like some
kind of freak in there. Like she would ever want to go out with...
whatever you are," Damian growled. Despite herself, Sam felt a kind of
heat in her body. Damian could be so dominant sometimes.
The faggot looked like he was about to wet himself, and began to blabber
hysterically. "Of course you're right, she would never date a fairy like
me!" He spotted Sam in the crowd and addressed her directly. "I'm so, so
sorry Miss Clark, I should never have asked you out! Please Miss, what
could I ever do to make it up to you?"
Sam surveyed the pathetic, blubbering display in front of her. She
thought back to how she felt during the assembly, the simmering beneath
her skin, and stepped forward. "Well Priss, you see, it's not just that
you shouldn't have asked me out, is it?" The girl felt a coldness enter
her voice as she watched a confused expression spread across his face.
"No, no. You shouldn't be looking at any girl that way, ever! I want you
to promise me you'll never attempt to be intimate with another girl ever
again Prissy - I'm afraid it's just not for you."
Prissy looked at her, tears glistening in his perfectly made-up eyes.
"But... I -"
"You heard her!" Damian had grabbed the boy's wrist, hard, eliciting a
squeal of pained shock. "Promise."
The gathered student body fell quiet as Prissy closed his eyes and took a
deep breath. "I... I promise I will never try to date a girl again. I
don't deserve to."
A brief pause elapsed before a shout came from the crowd. "As if any girl
would want you, freak!" Laughter and jeering erupted once more, as the
boy hung his head in shame, his bouffant hairdo still maintaining its
perfect lacquered shape. What a ridiculous sight, Sam thought to herself.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She said, affecting a mockingly sweet
tone. "Don't worry dear, just because there are no women in your future,
doesn't mean there won't be any romance at all..." The giggling around
them grew louder, as Prissy's face turned an even brighter shade of pink.
"Adore the skirt by the way, we'll just have to go shopping together
sometime!" She flipped her wrist flamboyantly and blew him a kiss,
causing him to visibly cringe.
Assuming his ordeal was finally over, the boy turned around sharply,
scanning for a gap in the crowd he could escape through. Damian clearly
had other ideas though, grabbing Prissy's shoulder and holding him still.
"Hey, didn't you hear what she said? She likes that skirt you're in." He
looked expectantly at the sissy, and this time it was Sam's turn to be
confused. What's he doing now?
Prissy appeared to come to some kind of realisation, now trembling in
fear with tears rolling down his face. "I... no, please Damia -"
Damian interrupted, steely voiced."After what you did to her today? It's
the least you could do, I'd say." Oh my god. There was no way... she
honestly didn't even want the skirt, it was far too dressy for Sam. And
besides, this was taking it a step too far, wasn't it?
She opened her mouth to intervene but found no words she wanted to say.
Damian seemed so powerful in that moment, so immovable. She'd never
wanted him more. Sam quivered as her man forced Prissy to turn around,
pulled the skirt's zip down, and had the boy step out, his bottom half
now covered only by panties, hose and heels. Gasps reverberated around
the gathered student body - there was no bulge whatsoever, he looked
smooth as a real girl! Or a doll, Samantha thought with a dry smile. If
he had looked silly before, Prissy looked truly absurd now; attempting to
cover as much of his modesty as he could with his pretty handbag.
Damian passed the skirt over to Samantha, who held it up theatrically.
"Why thank you Prissy! What a thoughtful gift. I'm sure your closet is
absolutely stuffed to the brim with pretty things - after all, there's
plenty of room now you've stopped hiding in there - I can't wait to see
what you turn up in tomorrow!" She couldn't suppress a snigger, and
neither could most of the students around them.
Mascara tears streaking down his face, the boy replied: "You're v-very
welcome M.. Miss Clarke. May I please l-l-leave now... Damian?"
Damian leaned in so his face was only a few inches away from the
terrified sissy and snarled: "Yeah, you'd better run along home to mummy,
fag." As Prissy turned to flee, his tormentor gave him a hard smack
across his now-exposed backside, causing the crowd to erupt again in
whoops and cheers, and Samantha's nearly-boyfriend to run away as fast as
his high-heeled feet would carry him. Damian turned to make eye contact
with Sam, mouthing the words: too far?
Before he even finished asking, Samantha walked up and kissed him. She'd
never felt so hot in her life.
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