Becoming Sissy Noel

Kyle's Revenge

It was Kyle who exposed me for what I really am near the end of my senior year of high school. I really fucked up that time. I had asked out Sandra from our bio class not realizing that Kyle had done the same thing just a few hours before. He was a big, aggressive boy, a rugby player, and even though she had turned me down, Kyle felt the need to show his dominance. We all had biology as our last class that day and when the bell rang I nearly sprinted out of the room. Kyle came charging quickly after me. I ran down the hall, exiting out the back end of the school building and crossing the field towards the end of campus. At the very end of the grass, Kyle tackled me, we skidded in the mud, and I struggled out of his arms. He had to have out-matched me in just about every physical ability; I only managed to get away because I was so much smaller than him. Once I got up though, I ran across the street and into Walsh Park. Kyle got up a little after me, but had to wait for a couple of cars to pass in the road. I had time to run up past some bushes and away from Kyle's vision. 'What would he do to me,' I wondered. I hadn't meant to upset Kyle, in fact I normally tried not to. I just thought Sandra was the prettiest girl in school, she had the most gorgeous brown hair and eyes and I wanted to be with her I guess... I noticed some bathrooms up ahead and ran into the first door I saw, locking the door behind me. I looked in the mirror and saw my clothes were covered in mud. Just then I heard a banging on the door.

"Get out of their Noel you pussy, I'll fucking kill you!" Kyle screamed at the door. He said my name with the female pronunciation as well, the way my bullies have always done. Then, suddenly, the door clicked opened.

"You forgot to lock the door dipshit. And what are you doing in the ladies room? You some fucking fairy?"

I stood paralyzed. 'Did the lock break?' I thought. 'Oh, fuck.' Kyle tackled me again, pinning me to the ground. I tried to fight him but he had me firmly face down on the dirty linoleum. It smelled like piss.

"I'll make a lady out of you if you insist on acting like one then."

He started pulling off my shirt and then my pants. I tried to struggle, but it hardly made a difference and every time I tried Kyle would rub my face on the piss-stained floor. Then he took off my underwear and grabbed a pair of dirty blue panties from next to the trash bin. They were thong-cut and lacy with a little blue bow on the front. I struggled some more, realizing he was going to put them on me, so Kyle spit in my face and slammed me mouth-first into the ground. The crotch and the front were wet and the back had a few crusty spots. I was on the brink of tears when Kyle leaned into my ear and whispered:

"Isn't that better, you dirty little sissy. Don't you feel better in women's clothes?" He slapped my face. "Say it. Say you feel better in women's clothes, and tell me why."

"I feel better in Women's clothes," I whimpered. He punched me in the face now.

"Why!" He yelled. I wondered if anyone could hear him, if anyone would help me.

"Because I'm a dirty little sissy," It was the only thing I could think to say.

"Yeah, that's right. You are. Now my little sissy, in order to atone for embarrassing Sandra by asking her out, you have two choices. You're lucky I'm so generous. You can either leave your clothes here and walk home like this, or you can eat a tampon from the garbage can. It's your choice Noel."

I whimpered at the options and thought for a bit, weighing out how much my remaining shreds of masculinity were worth. I then turned my face, blushing, and told him to get off of me. I walked out of the bathroom and there was a woman immediately approaching who turned around at first sight of me. Kyle laughed his ass off, seeing my embarrassment as he left the restroom as well. I blushed even deeper and suddenly felt a tingling in my panties. My stomach dropped to the floor as my embarrassment multiplied.

"Oh sissy, do you have a little hard-on? Isn't that just precious." Kyle snapped a picture of me in all my shame. I darted to grab his phone, but he just held it above his head and out of my reach. He then slapped my face hard. "You silly little sissy, you don't need to worry about this. This is just for me. Assuming you behave, of course. Now head on home or who knows where it'll end up."

I whimpered again, caught in Kyle's trap, I turned around and ran towards home in nothing but a pair of dirty panties.