For me, it's Amanda who I wrote about in the Welcome to College books. For most people like myself there is that one girl in our past who mistreated us, abused us, humiliated and even feminized us. She was cruel and she was sexy. Years and even decades may have passed, but every couple weeks we visit when night comes and we sleep. She has taken up residence in our most intense nightmares and our most lust filled dreams. We thought we had escaped her, but we will always be in her clutches. We need only close our eyes to find ourselves in her bedroom in her warm embrace or in the school cafeteria trying to remove the makeover she just gave you--the humiliating jeers of your classmates even louder than they were in your youth.
For Paul, April was that girl. What her friends did to her in high school could only be called torture. They put him in heels, dresses, and makeup every chance they got, they bullied him, tied him up, and found all sorts of ways to publicly and privately humiliate him. That was a decade ago and now Paul is all grown up.
Fate has brought them back together and she has asked his forgiveness, but if you know one thing about the dominant women in my stories, you know it’s never quite that simple.
Will Paul be drawn back in skirts and under her thumb like a mouth to a flame or will he finally be able to have her on his terms?
This 8,500 word story contains forced feminization, humiliation, bondage, and a large penis shaped chandelier.
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"Paul?
Paul Henner? Oh my God, it is
you!" called out a female voice behind him. Paul turned away from his condo's mailboxes
and looked to see a stunning blonde in a tight white t-shirt and red short
shorts. He stared at her shapely legs
that seemed way too long for anybody under seven-feet to own.
"Uh,
hi," said Paul, confused and oddly ill at ease.
"It's
me, April Blackwell!"
"Oh...hi,
April," gasped Paul, turning ashen with fear as he stood face to face with
the woman who had tormented him in his youth. He caught himself shivering as he
involuntarily recalled the many times that April had utterly humiliated him in
their youth.
"What
are you doing here?" she asked.
"I
live here," he said in a breathless monotone.
"That's
great," she said. "I just moved in and I was afraid I wouldn't know
anybody. I love this building though."
"Yeah,
well...uh, nice to see you April," he lied.
"Hold
on a second Paul."
"Yeah?"
"I'm
not surprised that you're less than thrilled to see me. I was pretty awful to you in high
school."
"That's
putting it mildly, April. You ruined my life!" he almost shouted."All
those times when I'd go to my gym locker and find only a bra, panties, and
stockings in there! And all the times you made me do cheers for the girls at
cheerleading practice dressed in one of your uniforms! It was all so
humiliating! I'm happy I've moved on with my life."
"I'm
glad you have too, Paul." said April. "I truly am. I had a lot of
pressure from my parents to be perfect all the time, and I guess I took a lot
out of that on you. I have thought about
you a lot since then, and I hope you can forgive me."
"Forgive
you?" said Paul surprised. "I don't really know if I can."
"I
understand. You think about it. If you can't put this behind us, I'll
understand, and I will never bother you again," she said to his retreating
back.
Paul
was visibly shaken when he returned to his condo. He threw his mail on the coffee table and he
plopped onto the couch. His life had
changed so much since high school. At
college, he made real friends--the type of people who really cared about
him. He did well in school and got a
great job.
Then
he met Sondra. She was the kind of girl that he had always dreamed of, but
couldn't get close to in high school.
She was stunning, with raven black hair and big almond eyes, and she was
shapely enough to model part time.
She
loved him and never let him doubt that she was all his, even though she had a
wild side. Her wildness brought him out
of his shell, and led him to experience thrills that he would never have
dreamed of on his own. He was determined
to ask Sondra to move in with him and planned that they'd eventually get
engaged. As he thought about his
wondrous plans with Sondra, deep inside him, an old terror stirred. Its name was April Blackwell.
Paul
reached down, pulled out his high school yearbook from his bookshelf, and began
leafing through the pages. There must have been a dozen pictures of Paul as
Nicole. April's friend Ashley was the
editor, and managed to insert several shots of Nicole into the book. Then there was his graduation picture. That morning, he'd arrived in his navy blue
suit only to be accosted by the girls and led into an empty bathroom.
They
made him over and brought him to the auditorium for senior pictures with him
wearing a black lace dress; his order form was changed from Paul Henner to
Nicole Henner. It was so humiliating to
have thrust out his chest and cup his face in his manicured hand in those
girlish poses the professional photographer demanded, all the time knowing that
they'd be immortalized in his senior yearbook.
He wondered why he didn't just burn the damn thing.
Now
April was back again, hotter than ever, and asking for forgiveness. Paul had to
think long and hard about this. He had
prided himself on moving past those high school humiliations. He wanted to just leave her in the past with
his antiquated flip phone and the old Spice Girls and Britney CDs they'd made
him buy.
Still,
April seemed awfully sincere in her apology, and he couldn't deny that all
through high school he was drawn to her like that proverbial moth to a flame.
Yes, he had a huge crush on his nemesis, no matter how much she had abused
him. Now, as an adult, those old
feelings had returned.
