Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2012 17:05:34 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: Toni and the panties Ch 1 Teen/teen Trans/Authoritarian

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Toni & the Panties


Chapter One


I'd been the last to leave the showers, having been the last to enter.

So far this term, I don't think one of them had seen me naked, or I had
thought so. You see, I'm slightly built, with long dark hair and eye lashes
and, I've got no pubes and, the smallest willie I've ever seen, Well if
there's smaller, I pity them.

And, like I say, I'd thought no-one in class had seen, until that
afternoon. But anyway, I'd been dressing... well, drying myself down, when
someone appeared from the shadows behind the lockers.

To be succinct, it had been Billy James, the captain of the first team
football squad and class bully.

Billy James was our class bully and seemed to be forever giving me grief,
over something or other.

He had a mean look to his brown eyes and had a smile on his face, as he
lunged toward me and snatched my towel out of my hands.

I'd tried to cover my little willie with both hands, but Billy's bigger and
stronger than me. He'd grabbed at my long hair and pulled my head back.

And, as I had squealed in pain and clutched at his hand holding me, it left
me vulnerable, to his free hand...

"We're alone and, you can scream if you want," he'd told me, grinning close
to my face, as he grabbed at my willie and little ballsac.

"Ha!" Billy had laughed, "I was right about you!" And, he'd let me go, let
loose of my hair, then willy and I'd just kind of crumpled on to the wood
bench-seat, clutching at myself, looking down at my feet and the pool of
yellow liquid between them.

"You pissed on the tiles!" Billy had sneered; then laughing he had handed
me a plastic pack, with a plastic press-stud on the side and four white
something's inside.

"Take these," he snapped at me, adding, "My Mum got them ages ago and,
they've been stuck at the back of the upboard. She won't miss them..."

Curious, I looked at the pack, then read the label: `What the hell', I'd
panicked, `what does he want?'

"Well, everyone knows you're a sissy," he told me, as I'd sat there crying
and crying.  "Well, tonight you'll wear a pair of these and come to mine
and, be my sissy girl, you gottit?"

And, to add some emphasis to his words, Billy grabbed my hair again and, he
pulled back hard, then with an evil glint to his eye, he grasped my left
nipple and twisted.

And, though the roots of my hair burned like hell and back, when he twisted
my nipple as he did, I got a boner.

It wasn't much of a boner, but it was mine and, he noticed just how aroused
I was, flushed and panting, almost like a bitch in heat!

"Why me?" I'd whined, "Why pick on me?"

"I told you," Billy had snapped at me, as he pulled at my nipple flesh real
hard again, before he shoved me to the floor, looking down at me smiling:
"'Coz you're a sissy," he told me, with a grin, "And `coz I can... So, if
you value these..." he began, reaching forward and clutching my little
ballsac, real hard; "you'll come to mine as I've instructed, or else..."

And there I'd lain, writhing in pain, in agony.

I hadn't needed the `or else', as I'd already suffered excruciating pain,
thanks to him, when he'd pulled my hair and nipple, then squeezed my willie
and ballsac, as he'd made his point. And, the pain hadn't been lost on me.

And, that had sealed it for me. If Billy James wanted me at his, wearing a
pair of white femme embroidered stretch brief's, new and straight from the
pack, I'd do so...