Proud To Be A Sissy Chapter 3

I woke Monday morning actually looking forward to what the day may hold and feeling good about myself. I felt like I was a different person and as I thought about it realized that in a few ways I was. I laid in bed thinking I did have a little better understanding of my sexuality now that was so confusing just a week before. For a long time now I have known of my attraction to other boys, but until just recently had no real chance to explore what that was all about.

Having Jeff, who bullied and taunted me almost daily for as long as I can remember forcing me to orally please him twice in less than a week. Though the second time he didn't really have to force me as I was actually anticipating the next encounter with him. The submissiveness nature of my persona enjoyed being forced and told to do nasty things.

I even got excited of the humiliation I felt thinking of how Mr. Clark used the photos he took of me and Jeff in his car while I had sucked off his cock to black mail me. Forcing me to suck his penis and then to dress in his long departed ex-wife and daughter's clothing.

Though it was painful when he forced his cock into my ass the first time, I did begin to enjoy being taken anally by him and by the time it ended we orgasmed together. Then the next day to actually willingly, lower myself onto his erection and riding on his lap until he pushed me to my knees to pound at my butt from behind until his seed exploded into me.

Yes, I was a totally new person no, one that knew his desires to dress like a girl and to service men when they told me too. Smiling to myself I wondered when the next chance to please Jeff's large member would happen or when my new daddy would want me to come over to play the role of his sissy girly boy again.

My revelry was broken suddenly by my mom's call to get up and get ready for school. For once I didn't even feel the usual fear that gripped me at the thought of going there. I had survived all this time through their teasing and taunts and now felt happy with myself anyway, I was pleased with whom I was becoming and no one could take that away from me. As I started to dress I retrieved the hidden panties my new daddy let me wear home the day before and put them on under my boy clothes.