D for Danielle Chapter 3: Deeper Down the Rabbit Hole

After the pep rally, Daniel couldn’t muster the courage to meet Madison at the party. Instead, he grabbed a burger, ate it alone outside on the restaurant’s patio, and watched the students reveling in the early evening. What is that like? he asked himself. Daniel always had a hard time letting loose and envied those who seemed more carefree.

After he finished, he walked the grounds of the quad. The students were all gravitating to their various points of destination -- like magnets drawn to the party axis. The campus itself became eerily quiet save for the occasional pack of co-eds rushing by, giggling into the evening. 

He knew his roommate would be out all night, which meant he would have the place all to himself. He could sit, watch porn, and wank his little cock in the dark. Maybe play a video game afterwards. It would be bliss. The prospect of complete privacy was so appealing that he immediately made a v-line across the quad and back to his dorm. He raced past a few girls dressed up cute for the festivities. He admired their boots and coats while passing by. 

Sitting back on the bottom bunk in his room in the dark, he opened up his laptop. Daniel scrolled through his favorite Tumblr blogs. He had created his own account to be able to see the NSFW ones. His username was sissydanielle4ever and, when he first started his page, he debated on whether to spell girl “gurl” instead, but went with the “i”.

When he was online he felt like he was Danielle.

He had liked well over 15,000 posts so far. Multitudes of images imprinted on his young impressionable mind. It was mostly sissy stuff, but he did have an affinity for big-tittied MILFs. The more ultra-feminine the better. Long nails, high heels, tight dresses, and lingerie -- it all turned him on.

Many of the posts he hearted featured sissies in chastity. Some of them had their bottoms filled with dildos or plugs. He wondered what that felt like, to be completely under control. No release. Locked for the pleasure of others. Never allowed to touch himself. 

Daniel wished sometimes he could stop wanking to porn. Half-serious, he thought maybe chastity training could help him. He had tried to suppress his feelings through exercise, and other distractions and routines. He actually had a rather fit body from the effort. But he couldn’t shake the desire. In fact, it grew stronger. And now he was entertaining the idea of dressing up in lingerie. To see if he could look good as a girl. To maybe one day post his pic to r/trap on Reddit and gain approval from the faceless guys who fapped there. They were probably just mouth breathers, but he wanted their upvotes.   

He could have ordered some girlie items online, but would have to wait a few days for them to arrive. See, he needed to feel something now! The desire was too much to bear and he craved release. He closed his eyes to think. There was a sex novelty store on the outskirts of town, one of the last few standing. He could take an Uber there and back!

Pulling up his phone to order a car, he felt his little penis shift in his boxers. So roomy, he felt his dicklet and eggs were lost with all that extra space. Wouldn’t his privates feel more comfortable in tight panties? He would buy a pair at the shop! In pink, of course...