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“Oh Seb, good morning! You've been out for a while.”
Seb tried to move but found he couldn't. He was tied down.
“Guess you should know. We've been looking for someone to do this to for a while. You seemed like a good contender.”
Seb thought he saw the cheerleading team standing around him.
“We always knew you would be perfect. Good thing you never play sports! While you were studying, we knocked you out, and while you were out we got to work. We glued breast forms to your chest, put on the make-up, even glued on a wig. And yes, we gave you a corset and dress.”
Seb saw it was Kate, the head cheerleader who was talking.
“From now on, you belong to us. You'll work for us being the biggest slut you can. If you do... (Kate giggled) You'll get a reward!”
Through the next few days Seb was forced to do just that. Instead of going home the girls would lock him in the changing rooms with some leftover food from lunch. He was forced to do embarrassi
The Feminiser (Scarlet)Jack's eyes blinked open. The second he opened them he realised something was wrong. He was lying on a table strapped down. After trying to wrestle with the restraints, he found it useless and laid his head back down. After a few seconds of staring at the celling, he thought of something. Quickly he looked up, and down at his body. A whimper escaped his leaps. He was staring at half naked body, his manhood clearly in view. The only skin not exposed, was the skin hidden by the corset. The painful corset. Jack started to shout.
“Get me out of this thing before I fuck you up! I mean it! I will fu-”
The loud bang next to him made him jump. Someone had banged their fist on the table. Jack looked over in horror. The hand was small, with manicured nails. With horror he looked up to the owner of the hand. A slim attractive girl with heavy makeup and nice breasts looked down at him. When she spoke, it sounded perfect.
“Shut up please. I don't like it when my victims yell.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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