Becoming the Schools Sissy Slut

Chapter Two: the twerking

As I stand in the deserted DQ parking lot, in Madison's jean shorts, waiting for Sabrina's to pick me up. A lot of mix feeling start to swirl around my mind. I'm not a cross dresser but I love the way these feel. I mean, like Madison said, there isn't anything really feminine that makes them feminine but what make me love them is how they treat my ass. I catch a glimpse in the window reflection and it looks amazing. It perfectly wraps around my fat little ass in all the right ways. Was it wrong for me to like the way my ass looks? Is it wrong of me for thinking i have a better ass then the girls at school. Is it bad that I now want to publicize my ass like this more often? 

All these thoughts and insecurities swirling around and just on cue, Sabrina pulls up and the first thing she says, Damn girl, how much for that sweet ass!" I blush and rush in the car, not entertaining this joke with all the insecurities I'm currently feeling. With me closer now she realizes something, "wait are those maddys? Are you crossdressing right now?" What was it that Madison said? That Sabrina probably wouldn't realize that I in her shorts, let alone female ones.

"It's okay. I don't mind it. I think it's actually kind of funny. Especially given what happened today, is this some sort of punishment?" So Madison did tell her! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! "Okay bitch, let's go" 

The whole car ride is her talking about how my ass is better than all the girls in our school. How Sabrina would kill for her ass to look that good in jean shorts. That I should be on my knees thanking the lord for blessing me with such a beautiful booty. Me on the other hand, just Madison to come home. Tired of this and Madison would definitely put an end to her berating me. Though I feel like Sabrina isn't being mean. I think she knows she's embarrassing me but, is she really jealous of my ass?

We pull up to her house and get inside. "You know it wouldn't kill you to talk to me. I'm not going to bite. I actually think it's cool of Madison to support you the way she does. If you want I could also."

I'm confused, "Support? What do you mean support?" She looks at me confused, "that she supports you being gay. Which I do to I mean, imma talk to her tonight and we are all gonna have a gurls night and ur going to be in our posse now it's going to be-" I stop her before she can go on about her fantasy of having a gay best friend, " I'm not gay. Sorry but I'm just not." I put my shoulders up. Saying it as bluntly as I can. But she isn't budging

"Madison told me you were, it's okay. I mean it's okay. You can be yourself around me. You want to talk about guys, talk about guys, wanna talk about clothes, you want to try on my clothes, feel free." That sentence sparked something in her. I saw the spark ignited and tried to plead to her that I'm not gay. She's to focused to listen. "I can let you try on my clothes! It's perfect! Mean I assume that's what your into right now, why else would you be in Madison's clothes?" It dawned on me, if I tell her I'm not a gay crossdresser, then I have to tell her the truth. I have to tell her that I got a hard-on when Marcus beat me up and he pulled my pants down to try and expose it. I mean she's already supportive of the version of me that is a gay cross dresser, I don't know if she would be supportive of the true one. She might not tell people about the gay cross dresser if I ask, but she will probably spill the tea on the freak who gets hard ons when getting the shit kicked outta him. So I reply, "Yes. That is what I'm currently into right now. Sure I would love to but I don't wanna be a bother." 

Her eyes light up like Christmas, she got the doll she always wanted, " a problem!? No, no, no, no,no. I am more than honored to help you through this. Trust. You're gonna look so damn fine when we're done. I have literally every dress, every skirt, every lingerie. What size shoe do you wear?" She asks. "A 6" I reply. "Bitch shut the fuck up that's what I wear!!!!! Omg it's fucking fate. Marcus beat you up only to send you to me and show you who your truly are."