A Sissy in the 22nd Century Pt. 05

He only hoped he could remember the feeling... when the doubts came inevitably spiralling back in.

Chapter 9: Lured Away, by Lips and Soft Hands

Once the lessons of the day had ended, the freshman class of Stanfield's Academy filed themselves down into the entrance hall to get dressed and go home. Their first week at the school had finally come to an end... and that morning they had all stood here chained together in prim, new uniforms seemed so, so far behind. There was a strange and unified sense of nostalgia and trepidation at the weekend ahead hanging over all of them. The 'new normal' had taken such hold; that they now feared to leave it behind... even for a day or two.

Jesse and the others milled around near their wardrobe lockers, chatting and embracing as the required deep kisses goodbye were exchanged. Even those classmates who he had barely yet spoken to seemed determined to let their hands linger just a little longer upon his hips and rear as their tongues intertwined. Not that it was him alone that received such treatment. Once again, there was a sense of deeper connection between them all... as opposed to the world outside and whatever lodgings they were returning to. Here, they were trainee bootlickers and dolls dressing up together... Out there, each was alone amidst the predators they did it all to impress. It was a pensive fear not so much of the strangers in the dark... but of where their own natures might lead them: once they skipped, scantily-clad from the arms of their submissive kin. They had perhaps all started this week with some vestige doubts about whether they fit the role that had been set for them. Yet now, that same coming-to-terms that even Jesse was experiencing; opened wide questions regarding the free time they had ahead. None of them felt like the same nervous young person who had first stepped clumsily through this threshold in their oh-so-short skirts and tall, blocky heels. The uniform just fit now... Exposing as much of them as it should with each practised step. Some switch had been flicked that could not be undone. They'd feel strange to not have so much flesh on display.

The one person Jesse had not expected to be consumed with the same buzzing energy, was Suzy. He had never stopped admiring the other sissy's complete and unbending devotion to his role as 'Daddy's Fucktoy'. Having now seen and felt and even tasted some hint of what that entailed... He had to admit to himself a fascination with the other femboy. Perhaps even a jealousy: that all of it seemed to have come so easy to him. That there was the rival he needed to catch up with, if he truly wanted to throw himself down this path laid before him.

Except Suzy was clearly filled with the adrenaline of the moment. Hopping from foot to foot like some internal spring had popped loose within his effeminate form. Jesse couldn't help but be distracted by the way this made those near-perfectly round breasts bounce and sway as they both stripped naked at their side-by-side lockers. Neither could seem to decide which outfit from their cherry-picked selection to wear, they just kept picking out options for the other and enjoying the results. It soon became obvious that the game was more about watching the other dress and undress than anything else... Yet neither could seem to stop, determined to see every beautiful shade the other could take and always happy to lend a hand to pull things up, or down, or tight. Eventually everyone else seemed to have just faded away... Finally drifted off to whatever awaited them in the weekend ahead. Fran and Lizzy had said their goodbyes. Then left sharing knowing smiles, barely noted by their two, sissy friends.

At the bottom of each wardrobe remained two matching white dresses. Simple and loose and flared. They were pure and gleaming and unblemished, made of material so fine and soft that it just hinted at translucency. Dressed in these the pair of them felt almost like priestesses or princesses: Ready to be plucked into some old and grainy movie and made sacrifice to some great beast or monster. There was little attention paid to connotations, however. As soon as they were alone they were wrapped up in each other's arms once more, recurring that kiss that they had shared at the maglev station. Through only the thinnest of veils, Jesse felt the press of hardening nipples against his chest, and down below: a place where his own heightened sensitivities crossed paths with another. They clung to each other like storm-tossed sailors to a mast, and simply rode out the tumult of their own overflowing passions.

When finally, the moment had slipped past... Suzy pulled himself free, arms holding back a Jesse whose lips still ached for further contact. Panting, the other sissy announced; without question of recourse:

"Daddy said you're to come over, tonight..."

Some other Jesse, a week long-gone, might once have tried to awkwardly refuse. Out of pride or fear or simple shyness... But this was not the same small creature... and he was following where soft hands led him, even before his collar began to buzz.

Chapter 10: Dragged out, and Driven Away

Jesse's heart was in his ears as he was dragged into the blinking light of another gleaming afternoon. Half of him still hadn't quite caught up with what was happening or where he was being led. His lips still stung with the softness of Suzy's kiss... or the small bite he had been given on the lower one as they broke off. Yet that short, little buzz from his collar left a tickling, choking feeling that he just couldn't ignore.

The fact that it hadn't burst forth with paralysing shocks yet told him everything he needed to know about who had just made a claim upon him. But he had been ready to follow the ghost of that kiss wherever it wanted him to go anyway... The fact that it had obviously already been pre-ordered as a demand was jarring. As if he hadn't been trusted to fall for such allure. He hadn't even considered breaking free from that softly insisting hand until it became clear that he didn't actually have much choice. And, above it all. There suddenly loomed that extra presence... The true power in this exchange, of whom Suzy was only ever an extended limb. The kiss of invitation had come from one... but the pull at the collar came from another.

Seeing the glinting, dark-windowed car slide over to the curb for them... Jesse suddenly found himself facing a whole new pit of doubt and confusion. Suzy had outright stated that his Daddy was not the one who had staked a claim on Jesse's virginity... Did that just mean that the other sissy was willing to lie for his owner as well? Never had Jesse felt such an immediate, crushing loss of trust in someone; at the same time his entire skin seemed to be burning with the need to press up against them again. His eyes were glued to the subtle hints of Suzy's curving body that slipped out through that pure white dress. The voracious tease of its oh-so-high hem as it danced in the light summer breeze. The smooth lines of his calves as the femboy locked his knees together and bent down to speak to someone within the vehicle. Was it really possible that he could ever look so pretty in his identically matching outfit and high-wedged sandals? Surely all those eyes passing by could see one perfect, angelic fucktoy and one sham of a stumbling echo...

The beating sun of all his insecurities came crashing back from above and refracted out down any avenue they could find. Now he wanted nothing more than for them to hurry up and pull him inside that shaded interior. Away from that glorious sunshine and all the suit-wearing strangers who stepped around this obstruction on the sidewalk, whistling under their breath.

"Jesse, this is Driver..."

Suzy had already skipped across the man's lap to sit on the other side. Cuddling straight up to the slick-haired 30-something with unabashed familiarity. Jesse clambered in, settling down on the leather seat with a lot more awkwardness and an obvious question on his face.

"Oh, he doesn't actually drive us... obviously. The car handles all that."

As if to prove the point, the electric machine hummed into motion. Sliding away from their school with a quiet, dignified smoothness that made the Maglev seem like a juddering old farm truck.

"He just comes along to make sure nothing goes wrong... Or, you know. To help me carry stuff if I go shopping..."

The other sissy seemed to be coming more and more into his element, feeling as empowered as Jesse was unbalanced as they headed off into this world of pampered luxury that Suzy saw day to day. Without a second's thought he had draped himself down into the lap that lay between them and began undoing the zipper he found there.

"I just call him 'Driver' because Daddy doesn't like me getting too close to the staff... He *Mmmph*... He says his future slutwife shouldn't need to know anyone's name but his... There's lots of funny, little rules like that at the house you'll have to learn. But he won't mind when you're new..."

Even as he had been saying this, the apparent bride-to-be had taken his daily escort's cock into a cheek and began slurping away. He even glanced up at Jesse with confusion on his end, when the other femboy didn't immediately join in. Only seeming to come to a conclusion on what the problem might be after a second or two's baffled stare stalemate.

"Oh! Don't worry about the collar... Daddy keeps a tab open for all his friends and employees. It's only polite to thank people for their hard work, after all..."

With that, he settled back into running his ruby-painted lips up and down the shaft of a man he saw every day and didn't even know the name of. Jesse hesitated for a moment or two more... but with nothing but small, slurping sounds filling the space around him, there seemed to be no other choice. Whatever he felt about Suzy and the situation right now... He didn't want to be impolite.

Chapter 11: Surrounded by a Sky of Lies

Jesse earned another sloppy kiss, there in the back of the imperceptibly moving vehicle. As their efforts finally brought 'Driver' to climax, two open mouths met at the erupting pinnacle and made efforts to not let a single drop fall upon expensive leather. It was strange to think... that merely a week ago he had never even tasted a cock before. Now the overpowering scent and salty taste of semen barely registered with the sissy. He caught it in waiting cheeks and an expectant tongue as it spurted out in pulsating, irregular streams. Watching the eagerness with which his partner-in-crime lapped up the last beading drips, sent certain shivers down his spine. Smelling that same heady flavour on Suzy's breath as the sticky reward of their hard work was swapped and shared... only increased the sense of an unavoidable bond between them.

His heart still stung with the potential wound of his friend's betrayal, but he was locked to those lips with a hunger he could not hold back. They pushed the creamy load back and forth between them for a full minute or more, until it had become a foamy mix of shared saliva. There was something in the vulgar playfulness of the act that drew them in together. Suzy blew giggling bubbles with the expulsions of this silent man who was supposed to be a servant of the house the sissy would be a mistress of. It was all so openly, alluringly distasteful that Jesse couldn't help but laugh along.

So when they finally pulled onto the mansion's driveway... The teen from Home 23 had no real idea of what distance or direction the car had taken him. Stepping out into the sunshine again, he gasped audibly at the view that opened up around him. For the grand house seemed to sit at the very top of a dizzying precipice... All around, the rest of the city glinted up like a lego set from beneath a shifting layer of fluffy, white clouds. It was breathtakingly beautiful, but brought an immediate sense of vertigo... As if they had just parked on the wing of a jumbo jet. Even the sun felt closer and air tasted clearer, as if it had barely been breathed in or out by anyone else before.

"H-How are we s-so high?!" Was all the sissy could ask, as Suzy stepped up next to him to share in the view. The young scion of this manor resumed his previous light-hearted chuckle. Scraping one last stray drop of semen from the corner of his mouth with a brightly-painted nail.

"It's just a holo-screen, silly... Like those ones you saw at the beach, remember? All the best houses have them..."

The pouting femboy sidled up closer to Jesse, and lay his head upon the slightly-shorter boy's shoulder. As if truly contemplating the vision before them for the first time in a long while.

"This one is pretty good though... Daddy just changes it depending on his mood... Or what games he wants to play. There's some really spooky deep, dark forest ones that are great for 'hide-and-seek'. And even a live-feed from the moon, if I want to feel like a space princess. It can change the weather and lighting and stuff inside the house too! Come on, I'll show you..."

Jesse was dragged away, on towards the grand and imposing doors to the white-walled mansion. Which itself would have impressed him to no end, had he been able to tear his eyes away from where the world seemed to drop out into a thousand moving parts of the most intricate model city possible. Just before he was tugged through the doorway, he managed to see the car that had brought them slip away... A wide gate-panel smoothly opening to let it pass back out into the grey reality of ground-level. Yet, as soon as the seal was reset... there was no hint at all that the sky around them was all just a lie.

Chapter 12: Scrabbling Excitement

"See, watch this!"

As soon as they had entered the building Suzy rushed over to fiddle with a control panel on the wall. Jesse barely had time to take in the wide, sparsely-furnished entrance hall before a ferocious growl of thunder shook through and over them. Rain immediately began splattering against the windows in a torrent, and a simple glance back through the open door told him it wasn't just an illusion of sounds. The smell of it hitting the, up till now sun-drenched, tarmac was visceral and undeniable. Yet, three seconds later, the sissy showing off had flicked a few more settings and the storm was utterly gone. Forgotten behind a golden glow of wondrous twilight. Even all the way down the long corridors visible from where they stood, perfect sunbeams sliced in from every window... Frozen in those magical moments at the end of a high summer day that might otherwise exist only for a few fleeting minutes, once or twice a year. Once again Jesse was simply stunned to silence... At the thought that some in this world had such marvels at their very fingertips and yet would do anything else than just sit and stare at them, all day long. He reached out a hand to catch some of the sun-spun gold, and felt it as warm and tangible as anyone could ever hope.

His smiling host seemed to appreciate at least the wonder on his friend's face, if not so enthralled by the effect itself, anymore. Suzy left the settings as they were now, and stepped up to again wrap his arms around Jesse, for a moment. There seemed to be a lot more touchy-feely confidence to the large-breasted teen, here in the womb of his world. Sometimes it was easy for Jesse to forget that his friend had pretty much been raised exclusively within these four walls. The ever-bristling, excitable but on-edge character that they knew in school was clearly still a result of nerves. Jesse let those thin arms embrace him and, despite everything, vowed to keep in mind how hard all those crowds and social collisions must be for the other femboy.

Just then, a scrabble of enthusiastic movement emerged from the first doorway along the nearest corridor and rushed out to meet them. Jesse was nearly bowled straight over by what he was at first completely convinced were a pair of very short-furred dogs... Until he caught the glint of mischievous, conscious intelligence in the eyes of the one that ended up pinning him to the floor. It was a slim, blonde-haired girl who was taking great relish in running her tongue across most of his face.

"Back Sloppy! Down Floppy! Leave him alone!" Came Suzy's embarrassed, commanding tones.

He tugged the pair back by the collars around their necks, simpler but still so similar to the ones both sissies wore. Once the naked bodies were off of him, Jesse could fully appreciate the two nigh-identical teens crawling around on all fours. Each had an unsettlingly-lifelike, fluffy tail emerging from their rear and made nothing but entirely convincing barks and yelps in excited greeting. Yet stunningly, he realised he recognised them both from the maglev carriage on his very first journey to Stanfield's. They were the twins he had watched accepting chin-tickles and head-pats from passing strangers, chatting away without a care in the world at their canine positioning.

Suzy offered a hand to pull his guest back upright. "Sorry Jesse... I forgot Uncle Larry was coming. He doesn't train his 'puppies' very well..."

A jovial scoff came from the same door said 'puppies' had come from, closely followed by a rather portly, if warmly smiling, gentleman.

"Well I am sorry, little Su-Su... but not all of us can send our pets to the finest schools." Suzy blushed a little to have been overheard, but it was immediately clear that the pair of them had a teasingly antagonistic relationship. He reached out an arm to accept the apologetic hug, but gave a sharp pinch to the sissy's backside instead. "Besides... I like a bit of wild left in my cuties. I don't want them rolling over and showing their bellies to just anyone."

He pulled out a small device from his pocket and made a clicking sound. Immediately, both the naked dog-twins stopped rolling over each other and rushed to his heels. They stayed there, kneeling perfectly still, while he turned his attention to the newcomer with a certain degree of leering, unsubtle interest.

"So, niece-or-nephew... Who's your pretty friend?"

Chapter 13: To Meet the Meat

'Uncle Larry' reached around and grasped firm hold of Jesse's ass-cheeks. Kneading the soft flesh he found there like a fresh batch of pizza dough. The encroached upon sissy felt himself pulled in close, and from there the lump of an erection pressing against his belly button was unmistakable. It throbbed and swelled all through the time the man was talking, unashamedly enjoying the nervous squirm of his welcomed prey.

"It's lovely to meet you Jesse! And such a pretty, little thing you are too! Y'know I was really hoping our Su-Su would make some friends. I've always told that brother of mine that it's not right to keep such a cutie cooped up all the time... Such flowers need sunlight to grow, and look even better in bunches!"

Suzy had just watched on, smiling, as this... intimate greeting was given. Clearly seeing this as just the usual hello his slightly eccentric old uncle gave out. Eventually, the embrace ended and Jesse was let loose to be dragged off on a tour of the house. The round man with his two pink-skinned hounds watched the sissies intently as they departed, one skipping excitedly ahead to pull at the other's hand.

Unable to bear the stuttering drag and pause of his guide's hyperactive bounces, Jesse soon found himself skipping along as well. Suzy's joy at finally being able to show someone around his expansive kingdom was open and infectious. They seemed to fly through so many rooms that served such similar purposes, or no real purpose at all. Each decorated in wasteful finery beyond the Home-raised teen's wildest imaginings. It all became somewhat of a blur, especially since the speed of their passing soon became a game of races and jumping out from behind corners. Jesse hadn't really played in such a fashion for many many years, and it seemed like Suzy might never have. So the sudden onset of fun sent them giggling about like children, 18 years of age or not.