Freshman Re-Orientation 6 - Pt. 1

Taylor’s eyes fluttered open. The van was still moving, rocking her as the old Econoline bounced along unseen streets. The last thing she remembered was being at the mall with some of the other sissies from campus when a pretty girl with strawberry blonde hair batted dark lashes at her. Taylor hated to admit she was easily seduced, but, for a sissy who recently learned that it was all but impossible for her to pass up a chance to have cum deposited in her mouth, she knew that she would follow a pretty girl just about anywhere if it meant a chance to serve her. She understood the hierarchy of her superiors. Miss Slade sat at the top, her patron in all things; then Becky and the girls of Kappa Rho, natural girls with a enchant for humiliating her and the other sissies; and men of all stripes, from strangers to arranged dates. Of all of the options, a strange and beautiful coed was always a special treat.

The girl led her away from the others, her ass swaying hypnotically in a short skirt, and she led Taylor down a narrow hall away from the interior shopping areas. There were vending machines and maybe some offices farther down, Taylor guessed. She expected to see a bathroom, or someplace private this hot college girl might take them for some alone time. Taylor’s sissyclit stirred at the promise of it.

Her head was a swirl of lust that little rational thought penetrated, just as she had been trained. Looking pretty, pleasing, finding her own pleasure in following orders, these were the guiding principals of her new life. When she saw that there was a women’s room on the right, she giggled with anticipation. The girl ahead of her was already pushing inside, disappearing behind the door into the darkness beyond.

Taylor followed. The interior was cool and dark. Her stomach did a somersault as she felt some part of reptile brain cut through her sissy haze and warn her of potential danger. It was too late. Someone was behind her, dragging a cloth bag over her head. While she flailed,s omeone else grabbed her arm. She felt a sharp jab in the crook of her elbow and a warmth rapidly spread from the injection point through he rbody. She faintly thought of how disgusting it was to collapse on the floor of a bathroom, but she was being held up, suspended by her abductors’ hands.

“Get her to the car,” someone said. “Make sure the sorority girls don’t see.”

That same voice drew close to her ear. Was it the same girls he followed inside?

“Tyler,” the girl said, “my name is Brin. I’m here to save you.”

Before she could answer, the gravity of the drug she was administered dragged her under, swallowing her in oblivion.

When she came to, Taylor blinked hard and licked her dry lips. She had to wipe her eyes with the hells of her palms, wrinkling her nose while she tried to make sense of her last memory. She had been kidnapped! Now her eyes popped wide and she looked around the room.

If she expected a warehouse or some metal-lined lair run by a supervillain, she was sorely disappointed. It was an ordinary living room, albeit a feminine one. White carpet, bright, overstuffed furniture surrounding a glass coffee table where a few cups rested n cork coasters. QA TV was mounted over a gas fireplace. When she turned her head, she saw an adjoining kitchen separated by a bar, to the right of that what appeared to be a bathroom and a hallway past that, likely leading to bedrooms. The front door of the place was obvious thanks to the security chain and the peephole. The other walls were windowed. It was dark outside and she could see lights beneath, meaning she was not on the ground floor.

With no one to object, Taylor stood and made for the door, but her legs quickly buckled and she landed on the floor a half-step from the chair she started from.

“Someone’s up,” a voice said.

From her pile on the floor, Taylor saw a pretty, mocha-skinned girl in jeans and rainbow socks approach. Her hair was long and flattened and she had a gold nose-ring. She was smiling.

“Hey, honey, you are probably going to be woozy for a bit. Let’s get you back in the chair and I’ll get you some water.” The girl lifted Taylor with little effort. “Name’s Daniella. You can call me Dani if you want.”

The pleasant, almost dismissive nature of the pretty young woman took Taylor by surprise. If this was a kidnapping, it was the most casual kidnapping in history. She returned with a glass of water and held the glass to Taylor’s lips. It was cool and blew some of the cobwebs from between Taylor’s ears.

“Where am I?”

“This is Brina’s house. She was the one you saw. The one who led you into the trap, I guess you’d say. Sorry about all this.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” said a new voice.

“That’s Gabi,” Dani said in a whisper as if revealing a secret. “Don’t mind her. She’s very serious.”

“You don’t think this is serious?” Gabi asked coming into view.

She was tall and thin and Taylor could see some small craters under her makeup where she’d had acne as a teenager. It didn’t mar her beauty, but enhanced it. Her hair was light blonde and very long. She was pale, with very red lips. She sat across from Taylor on the orange sofa and folded one leg over her knee, swinging her sneaker.

“Of course it’s serious,” Dani admitted, “but look at her. She’s freaked out. Wouldn’t you be?”

Gabi didn’t answer.

“Who’s Brina?” Taylor managed.

“She’s the founder of the feast. She was the one who red-pilled us.” Gabi’s voice was melodious. Taylor thought she was quite pretty. Both of them were, in fact, but neither had the allure of Brina, if that was the one who coaxed her into the bathroom. “She and Carrie will be back soon. They went to pick up some new toys.”

Naturally, Taylor immediately thought of dildoes and cock rings and clamps, the kinds of toys that made her sissyclit throb and ache. Apparently, her face gave up her secret thoughts.

“Not that kind,” Dani chided and laughed. She placed the glass of water on the table and fell back on the sofa with Gabi.

The front door opened and they looked as one to the door. There was the girl Taylor lusted after on first sight, and she was trailed by a thick-bodied brunette. The latter wore a resting smile while Brina appeared severe, despite her delicate features and undeniable beauty.

“Good, you’re up,” Brina said. “Put the stuff in my room, Carrie.”

The pleasantly plump brunette must be Carrie then, Taylor realized, trying to figure out what this quartet of pretty coeds might want with her, if not sex. And nothing about the way they treated her suggested she was going to be used in the way she desired.

Brian knelt in front of Taylor and took her hands in Brina’s own.

“I know you’re confused right now. After what Slade and those bitches at Kappa Rho did to you, it’s no wonder. Your name used to be Tyler. You were just a regular guy who was used by Slade and the others. Just like I used to be a guy named Brian. You remember this, right?”

Taylor squinted. There was an itch in the back of her brain that tingled at Brina’s words, but the idea that she had ever been a straight boy sounded absurd. And yet…

“I can tell you kinda sorta remember something, and that’s a start. The long and short of it is this: Slade and the others have used hypnosis, drugs, and conditioning to make you believe you are a servile sissy who only exists to serve them.”

Taylor again felt a tingle, but it was indistinguishable from the throb in her sissyclit at the idea of serving Miss Slade and Becky.

“I know how good that sounds to you right now, but you deserve to live the life you choose, just like we do. We were all where you were. Brainwashed and only interested in being a sissy. As you can see, none of his have transitioned back into being a man. Whether that’s Slade’s work or not, at least we’re the ones making the choice to remain feminine now. You want to be a sissy, feel free. But it has to be you that decides. Understand?”

Taylor nodded. Her head swam with all of the sudden information and the vague feeling that what Brina was telling her was true. She hadn’t always been such a submissive slut.

“What do you want from me?” she asked, looking around the room. Carrie had returned and took a place behind the sofa, leaning over Dani and Gabi.

“What we want,” Brina said, clutching Taylor’s hands tighter still, is to have the freedom of choice. And to make sure that Slade never does this to another boy.”

“Why don’t you just go to the police.”

“We have two problems,” Gabi interjected. “One, we don’t have nay proof besides what we all remember, which is pretty shaky after all the trancing and conditioning. Which leads to the second problem.”

Dani picked up from there. “You may or may not have noticed, but the current political climate is not so hot for non-binary or trans people. We tried to go to some of the local police, but they barely listened.”

“One of them asked me if I still had a dick,” Carrie grumbled.

“As you can see,” Brina continued, “we are stuck. The only thing that makes what happened to us alright is the idea that we can bring Slade down. To do that, we need information. And to get information, we need someone on the inside. Someone she trusts.”

“Someone who knows what it’s like to be in our shoes. Or heels,” Carrie smirked.

“Me?” Taylor asked.

She was starting to piece the plan together and she shook her head side-to-side.

“I couldn’t. I love Miss Slade. Without her I wouldn’t be-“

“A cocksucking sissy slut?” Brina asked.

The words made Taylor shiver. Yes, that’s just what she was. And she loved it. She wanted a cock right now. Shoved in her ass. And if these girls were all previous students at Waverly, they would have their own sissyclits tucked away inside jeans and skirts. What if she just slipped onto her knees for them. Would they give her what she needed to make all these stupid thoughts go away?

“I know it’s difficult,” Brina said, her hands on the tops of Taylor’s thighs, squatting in front of the confused sissy, “but I need yout o try to remember what it was like before. When you weren’t like this. Before you came to Waverly.”

When she concentrated, Taylor could find some vague memories there. Nagging little bits of a self that dared her to listen. Miss Slade’s voice interrupted this pursuit, telling taylor who wrong it would be to even try to remember. Wasn’t she grateful for the sissy she had become? Why would she want to be anything else?

And then one came back. It wasn’t a good memory – a resentful argument between father and son. The son was Tyler, the boy that had come before there was a Taylor. And this flew in the face of what she believed about herself. She hadn’t always been this way. Once, she was a normal boy heading off to college, hopeful for the future. Maybe he’d even have a girlfriend. Taylor winced away from the memory.

“That’s it,” Brina said in a soothing and gentle voice, her hands lightly brushing the tops of Taylor’s thighs.

Taylor hated that the kind gesture was impossible to separate from the erotic sensations slithering inside her. She felt a flash of shame, of revulsion at what she had become.

“You remember,” Brina said. It wasn’t a question. “Now, here’s what we do next.”