The Forever Feminized Teenage Sissy Bitch:I Didn’t Know Murder Could Feel So Sweet

The Forever

Feminized Little

Sissy Bitch

Didn’t Know Murder Could Feel So Sweet

I know what you’re thinking, but I promise, its not what you think. But every good story starts from the beginning…so let’s start there. Let’s start at the first time; when I was a young, caramel-brown, Latin boy named, Carlos. I had a thick ass even then, so I should’ve seen, at least part of this cumming. Other than my chubby ass, the rest of me was very scrawny, so further foreshadowing of what was to cum. Somehow; despite my plump bottom, my petite frame, and even shoulder length blonde hair; I still considered myself a manly boy. Even shamelessly flirted with the girls, despite their constant rejections. I even had a small 2 inches…hard. But I still considered myself a masculine that was pound the fuck out of girls. But one day I was proven wrong about those thoughts, but not even the whole day, it really just took a moment…Deadly wrong with just a deadly moment. Not that I really have to make it clearer, but incase it wasn’t; I’m not the killer…I’m the victim. But it becomes soooooo much mooooooore than that. I was walking in central park late at night; nothing new, as the self-proclaimed bad boy I thought I was. I was walking in the woods on my way to a burn party, the cool version of a bond fire. When suddenly, I heard the crack of a twig; and just as quickly as I heard it. That was as quickly as I felt a real man’s big strong, ruff hand clamped against my mouth, keeping me quiet. I had never been touched by a man before. This was no fellow boy, this was a man, a real man. I could feel it, and he excited me…it excited me, instantly. Just as quick as it was happening, I knew what was happening; and my two inches were hard for it. It was happening all so quickly, I knew that…But it all felt so slow. I had made the mistake of wearing comfy joggers to the burn party. But somehow; that mistake, felt more like an opportunity right now. He ripped my joggers from my hips and another mistake. Another gift for me and from me, I liked to freeball with the assumption to always be ready for some putang. Now, here I was, about to be the putang. He growled in my ear, like only a grown man could;

“YOU FAT ASS BROWN BITCH!!! ACTN LIKE YOUR A HETO BOY, BUT REALLY, YOU’RE ALWAYS SWINGING YOUR BIG ASS LIKE THE GIRL YOU REALLY ARE!!! ALL THE TEACHER MEN KNOW IT, WE ALL TALK ABOUT YOU AND HOW WE ALL WANNA DOMINATE YOU AROUND THE SCUTTLEBUTT!!! SO I’M GONNA FUCK YOU AND DOMINATE YOU INTO THE CUNT SISSY LATINA BITCH YOU REALLY ARE!!!”

With that, he pushed me to the ground on my hands and knees, and followed in behind me. Even though he pushed me hard, he didn’t really have to; my knees were buckling, at his already dominant presence…but it felt so right when he did. He kept his hand around mouth as I went to the ground, he didn’t want anyone to hear me scream. But if that domineering manly hand wasn’t there, I’m not sure I would’ve screamed. In fact, if had removed his hand, I might’ve actually begged him to put it back. Feeling him forcing me like this, overpowering me, subjugating me…was already thrilling me. I felt the cold of the steel of the sharp knife across my neck, holding me hostage. But even the chill of the metal against the neck of my hot body; threatening, dominating, pacifying, and controlling me; was lustfully intoxicating me, even better than “x” ever could. It took me to a higher plain of ecstasy than any pill ever could. But I already knew this knife was no threat; this man, one of my teachers, was going to kill me…when he was through with me. I was already pretty sure who this gruff masculine voice was behind me. My SexEd teacher Mr. Collins, this dominant presence felt so familiar; I would always feel it, as he practically stared me down during class as he spoke about sex between boys and girls. And as he did, I could feel myself being a girl in his eyes. With his eyes on me; I felt like a girl, I felt like I wanted to be a girl, I wanted to be his girl…and now I was. I felt him shove and violate my purity, like the girl he just made me into. Even as scary as this was, it was thrilling, and even more thrilling to feel him brutally desecrating me and destroying any idea of masculinity I ever thought I ever had.