As this is going to be a very long story, up to this point it’s now over 80K words out of… who knows? From the very beginning, my story usually contains “M2F,” from male to female (of course), and “degeneracy,” which downgrades characters’ status even more. Hence, it’s always been the theme of my writing and even the site theme. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea. But since it’s a long journey, at least I hope you guys find some joy in reading it. :)

Also, don’t forget to check out The Property Room; things started to get out of control for Cedric!

Miss Valentine spoke in a lukewarm alto, “You look good, Chrissy. I hope you don’t mind that I picked the color out for you. I figured you’d like it.”

Chrissy didn’t respond and walked out onto the sidewalk, still crossing his arms over his torso defensively. His emotions were rising.

Miss Valentine followed behind and asked in an irritated tone, “What’s wrong with you? Were you really THAT bothered by what I was saying? I was just trying to give us a fun backstory.”

Chrissy snapped and lashed out; his high-pitched tone was filled with hurt: “Fun for YOU! You made me sound like a TOTAL slut!”

Miss Valentine shooed Chrissy away. “Oh, come on, Chrissy, I was just messing around. Do you REALLY care what any of those clucking hens think about you? And besides, it’ll be good for building your character. Now you know what it feels like to be judged AS a woman BY other women.”

Chrissy fought back tears and responded in a squeak, “It totally isn’t about that, Mom! I don’t, like, want you to make me feel like fricking crap in front of strangers! I’m not some high school slut anymore, okay?”

Miss Valentine puffed up her chest and spoke louder, projecting her voice so everybody minding their own business on the sidewalk couldn’t help but overhear, “You ungrateful little brat! I feed you, I clothe you, I clean the house for you—I drive you to an expensive salon trip that you BEGGED me to pay for—and you have the AUDACITY to throw a fit and complain!?”

Chrissy glanced around and saw onlookers were judging him—but this time as some sort of ungrateful child throwing a tantrum!

He tried to calm his voice, but it still came out sounding like a quiet, whiny complaint: “O-only because you took all my food and my, like, clothes were stolen. And—and—I didn’t want to be blonde at all, Mom... You said it was going to stay brown…”

Miss Valentine’s voice was thundering and intimidating. “So, now it’s my fault you tried to cheat on your diet and left your front door unlocked? It makes sense! Every problem in your life is mom’s fault, right, Chrissy!? Oh, I’m SO sorry your hair isn’t the exact color you wanted, PRINCESS! Maybe if you suck your jailbird boyfriend’s cock in the bathroom again, it'll all be better!”

Chrissy stomped his heeled feet and grumbled. She was being such a bitch! What happened to the calm, professional Miss Valentine from a few weeks ago?? Chrissy looked over and saw a small crowd was watching their public argument. Two people were holding up cell phones and filming.

Miss Valentine turned and stormed towards the parking lot. She looked over her shoulder and yelled, “Here comes Prince Charming now! Ask him how his latest cellmate's asshole felt around his dick. You better have an apology and a better attitude when you get home, missy, I mean it!”

Chrissy sniffled and froze in place on the sidewalk while his knees quivered with a tidal wave of emotion and embarrassment. There were so many mental changes, reboots, and reassignments happening in Chrissy’s head that he felt like he was short-circuiting. He was NOT some ungrateful teen or a high school slut, despite what everybody inside the salon and on the sidewalk thought.

He was, like, 95% sure of it.

Chrissy’s thoughts dispersed, and he immediately perked up when a confused giant of a man emerged onto the sidewalk. Brad’s confusion morphed into a joyous smirk when he laid eyes on Chrissy.

Chrissy’s heeled feet flew across the pavement in a whirlwind of clicking noises. His purse, tits, hair, and ass bounced with his steps. He needed comfort after a morning filled with humiliation! He ran directly into Brad’s waiting arms, and Brad wrapped him in a big bear hug.

Chrissy felt a familiar *ZAP*, and her penis became numb while she gently nuzzled her face against her boyfriend's rock-hard chest. Her eye level was only up to his neck now—even in the four-inch heels! Chrissy felt so small compared to Brad. His bulky arms wrapped her tightly, and Chrissy enjoyed his protective embrace. Another slight cramp stung Chrissy’s lower belly, and she felt the feminine hygiene product inside her swell even more and occupy more space.

Brad pointed his thumb over his shoulder and asked in his deep, booming voice, “What uh—what’s wrong with your mom, baby?”

Chrissy huffed and looked up at Brad with tear-soaked green eyes before answering with a soft whine, “She- she- tricked me into, like, getting blonde hair, and- and- she sorta told a bunch of old hags that I was, like, a TOTAL slut. They all laughed at me, and I almost—I almost cried... THEN we came outside, and she, um, she, like, yelled at me and stuff.”

Brad nodded at her with his eyebrows raised while acknowledging her words with an assuaging, higher-pitched voice. He acted as though he was speaking to an emotional child.

When Chrissy motioned to the filming onlookers, however, Brad tensed up and pointed towards them threateningly while yelling, “What the fuck are you looking at, pussy? You got what you wanted, Spielberg; move the fuck on, or I’ll MAKE you move on!”

Not needing any further encouragement, the crowd quickly dispersed. Chrissy watched them walk away and drew a little closer to Brad, relishing in his protective presence once again.

She sniffled, “Th-thanks, Brad. How was, um, how was jail?”

He curled his hand around Chrissy and slapped his heavy, calloused hand squarely on her ass. She yelped and nestled against him, encouraging him to continue. His hand stayed on her butt cheek and gently massaged it through her tight jeans.

Chrissy felt a warmth surging between her legs as Brad fondled her and answered, “It was fine, kind of boring. Made a few friends.” His free hand tilted Chrissy’s head up by her chin, and his eyes stared into hers as he whispered, “But I missed your soft lips more than anything, baby.”

Chrissy squirmed and pushed onto her tiptoes to meet his lips. She closed her smoky eyes, thankful that she’d protected her makeup by refusing to cry.

His scruffy, chiseled, masculine face and manly musk contrasted starkly with Chrissy’s smooth, rounded, made-up face and feminine perfume. Chrissy didn’t care about any of that; Brad was the first thing that made her feel good all day!

Brad dipped down, and their lips touched. He squeezed Chrissy’s ass tighter, and she wrapped her arms loosely around the back of his neck. He pressed his lips against hers and opened his mouth slightly to allow his tongue to poke into Chrissy’s mouth. She accepted the intrusion and moaned softly at his aggression. The heat between her legs intensified and became moist, especially after she felt his erection pressing into her belly. Her natural moisture was quickly absorbed by her inserted tampon, bloating it even more.

Brad suddenly broke the kiss off. Chrissy glanced up in confusion and bit her glistening lower lip. She was horny now!

He shook his head and grunted, “I don’t like hearing some hag bitches were laughing at you. We’re going back in there.”

Chrissy felt her stomach drop as she pleaded, “N-no—Brad, like, let’s just go home, okay?”

Brad turned and pushed Chrissy towards the salon door by her ass. She gasped and bit her lower lip once again. He was so strong and dominant! Her breaths were coming in quicker. Looks like she didn’t have a choice!

She entered with Brad’s gigantic body following directly behind. He barely fit in the door! All eyes were immediately on Brad, who was clearly in violation of the ‘Female only’ warning sign.

Brad announced calmly and loudly, “Okay, so who dyed my girlfriend's hair today?”

His deep bass echoed off the walls, and all conversation ceased. Chrissy stared at the ground and shrank while gripping her purse. She gently ground her thighs together as Brad intimidated the whole salon. She could feel the FEAR of the judgmental BITCHES around her, and Brad hadn’t even done anything yet!

Everybody froze and stayed silent. Brad glanced around and grinned, “Come on, ladies, I don’t bite. I just want to know who it was.” He stomped forward and pointed to the first woman who had called Chrissy a ‘tramp’ and asked, “Was it you?”

The woman averted her gaze, gulped, and pointed a shaky finger at Mary-Sue, who had been cleaning one of her utensils in a communal sink. Brad’s eyes fixated on Mary-Sue, and he shuffled towards her with his beefy arms swaying at his sides menacingly. Mary-Sue’s chest started to heave while her eyes widened like saucers.

Brad motioned for Chrissy to come, and she shyly obeyed like a submissive puppy by clicking along the floor. She bashfully curled her blonde hair behind her ears and stopped once standing next to her boyfriend.

He wrapped his arm around Chrissy’s exposed midsection and pulled her close while talking down to Mary-Sue, “I think you missed something. I like curly blonde hair, and hers is straight. Should be easy to fix for a pro like you. Make sure she knows how to do it herself, too.” He looked down at Chrissy and added, “Ain’t that right, babygirl?”

Chrissy nodded her head in agreement. It wasn’t revenge, but...the concept of doing something to her body specifically for Brad’s enjoyment did...things to her. She wanted him to be attracted to her! He was the only one that treated her well anymore!

Mary-Sue silently turned the closest chair, and Brad gently pushed Chrissy forward. She dropped her purse and plopped down. She made a point to open her legs and do a wide motion to cross them. That would show Mary-Sue and her stupid requests! While doing so, Chrissy saw a clear wet spot in her own jeans and felt her pussy walls tighten around the extremely bloated tampon. She had officially overwhelmed the hygiene product through a combination of blood and natural female lubrication! She had to change it ASAP!

Apparently, Mary-Sue saw it too because she stifled a laugh while retrieving a curling iron from a nearby drawer and placing a cape on Chrissy’s torso.

Brad turned and smiled at the salon as Mary-Sue began to explain the process in a monotone, dead voice. It was relatively simple, and Chrissy knew she could do it without too much trouble if she obtained a curling iron. The curls dropped down her back one by one while Mary-Sue described the proper technique.

Midway through the session, the door to the salon opened and a male police officer walked in. He immediately saw Brad and let out a heavy sigh.

Chrissy heard Brad whisper, ‘Are you fucking kidding me…?’ under his breath when he spied the officer.

The officer spoke with an air of ‘I’m too old for this shit,’ “Mr. Martyn, what a surprise. You aren’t even out for an hour, and we’re already getting calls about you.”

Brad smiled confidently and responded calmly, “Deputy Ryan, to what do I owe the pleasure? Are you thinking about getting a new haircut? Sign on the window says this place is for you, my friend! Or did you just miss me?”

Chrissy’s mouth fell open. He was fearless, even with the police!

Deputy Ryan rested his hands on his Sam Browne belt and sighed again, “You’re hilarious, Mr. Martyn. I hear you’re intimidating these nice ladies, and they’d like you to leave.” A sliver of anger appeared in the deputy’s eye as he added, “Real tough guy, you are, Brad, coming in here and bullying these poor women.”

Brad motioned to Chrissy, “Just finishing up my girlfriend’s new haircut; we’ll be out of here in a minute. I promise I didn’t break any THINGS today, Deputy...or PEOPLE. Speaking of broken people, how are my sexually frustrated buddies doing in the hospital?”

Deputy Ryan crossed his arms, and his face grew angrier. “I asked you, Mr. Martyn. Now I’m telling you. Get out. NOW!”

Mary-Sue silently continued working, trying her best to give Chrissy and Brad no reason to stay any longer. The last couple of curls were soon bouncing down Chrissy’s back. Mary-Sue held up a hand mirror to give Chrissy a look.

Chrissy preened in the mirror for a minute, admiring her curls, before meeting Brad’s eye. He gave her a thumbs-up, a smile, and a lust-filled once-over. Her chest fluttered immediately, and another rush of arousal surged between her legs. Was she in a relationship with a bad boy? Mary-Sue removed the cape, and Chrissy felt it slide against her hardening nipples. She twirled her curly blonde hair in her hand and rose to her feet, feeling the wet spot in her pants slowly growing.

Chrissy tried to whisper to Brad alone, but the silence in the salon made it so everybody could overhear, “Um, I need to, like, put in a new—a new, um, t-tampon.”

Deputy Ryan’s voice was firm: “I’m sorry, Miss Evans, but that time has passed. You can replace your vaginal bloodstopper somewhere else.”

He motioned curtly for the door, and Brad held his hand out for Chrissy, which she took with blazing red cheeks. She may have been surrounded by women, but the disposition of her period didn’t need to be known by everybody! At least Brad was acting like a gentleman! Chrissy collected her purse and slung it over her shoulder. With her belongings secured and her hair to Brad’s satisfaction, Brad gripped Chrissy’s tiny hand and pulled her towards the door. She was forced to walk slightly bowlegged because of the bloated mass between her legs.

Deputy Ryan nodded to Chrissy and spoke softly to her as they navigated the floor, “Staying with him is going to end with you getting hurt; I hope you know that.”

Chrissy ignored the jealous Deputy and pressed closer to Brad’s powerful arm while gripping his catcher’s mitt of a hand even tighter. Her heart was thumping quickly, her chest fluttered, and her mouth felt parched. She needed Brad in her mouth ASAP!

Once onto the sidewalk, Chrissy and Brad engaged in a series of hot, wet kisses. Brad unceremoniously broke the contact and began dragging Chrissy towards the parking lot. Chrissy giggled and tried her best to keep up, completely lost in her lust.

Brad leered over his shoulder and shouted, “You look so FUCKING hot like that, baby. I’m all pent up!”

Chrissy imagined Brad’s cock straining his shorts and yearning to slide down her throat. Her brain was so filled with fantasies of dick that she was barely coherent enough to follow.

Deputy Ryan followed them outside and spoke on his shoulder-mounted radio, “Central, 36-33. Could you please show Christina Evans, approximately 23 year-old female and Bradley Martyn, approximately 35 year-old male trespassed from the dispatched location? Could you also copy a plate for a BOL?”

Brad’s black Jeep was waiting in the parking lot. Chrissy teetered over to the passenger side and dove in while Brad hopped in the driver’s seat and took off. He’d barely left the parking lot when he whipped out his erection and flopped it around.

Chrissy was immediately transfixed, and her wide, green eyes followed her boyfriend’s bouncing cock while drool dribbled down her chin. She needed him inside; her brain couldn’t think of anything else!

Brad screeched onto the main road, and Chrissy let her momentum take her directly into his lap. Her knees were left on the passenger’s seat, her chest was squished against the shifter, while her mouth slid down his throbbing manhood. Her golden curls fell down the sides of her head as she began working him deeper into her mouth. Brad let out a groan and hit a few potholes, forcing Chrissy’s mouth to bounce up and down his length. She snaked her hand beneath the tight waistband of her jeans and began fingering herself, causing her to moan around his rod. Her hand brushed against the wet tampon string, but she ignored it and focused exclusively on her throbbing clit.

Brad relaxed back in his seat and stopped at a red light, where he rolled down his window.

Through the window, Chrissy heard, “Holy shit, that dude’s getting head!”

She lifted her mouth up, keeping his flared head between her painted lips while looking past her curls to a car full of young admirers.

Chrissy’s lust-addled mind decided to give them a show, so she flicked her hair from her face and shot them a half-lidded, smoky stare while gently licking her tongue against Brad’s cockhead like a lollipop.

“That’s so fucking hot, dude, goddamn! She’s loving it!”

Brad cracked a smile at the men and gave them a thumbs-up. Asserting his dominance in front of a group of men, Brad grabbed the blonde curls on the back of Chrissy’s head and shoved her all the way down until her nose and chin were squishing into his balls. Her pussy gushed and tightened around its bloody insertion at his dominant display. She had never felt so submissive while gagging and sputtering into his testicles, swirling her free hand around her clit. The light turned green, and Brad zoomed away, another pothole somehow cramming his meat even deeper. Brad wrapped her hair in his fingers and pulled her head up. A dripping, wet trail of spit coated his cock, and Chrissy coughed before he forced her down once again.

Brad proceeded to forcibly face-fuck Chrissy, who was barely managing to keep air in her lungs. He lifted her up and down his length by her blonde curls, which he’d gotten for her. She sucked, licked, and drooled on his manhood for all she was worth, wanting nothing more than to have him explode down her throat. She got her wish when she felt Brad tense up just a few seconds later. Brad bucked his hips and held Chrissy all the way down until her painted lips were wrapped around his hairy base. She felt his balls contracting against her nose and chin while her mouth was flooded with spurts of cum.

Chrissy’s heart fluttered wildly, and a deep satisfaction spread through her chest. She flicked her clit at a rapid pace until her own orgasm mounted and her legs quivered. She screamed around Brad’s dick while the quivering spread to the rest of her body, and a rush of orgasmic bliss exploded from her pussy. It clamped down HARD on her bloody tampon and massaged against it as if it were milking a cock.

Brad groaned into the ceiling but, suddenly, yelled into the rearview mirror, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

He lifted Chrissy from his dick, and her mouth popped off with an audible *pop*. A few final spurts of semen splashed across her face, and she looked up at Brad with horny confusion.

Brad pulled the Jeep to the side of the road and shifted his shorts back over his softening manhood. Chrissy sat back in the passenger seat with her breathing coming in short bursts as waves of intense pleasure wracked her body. She convulsed in the seat and felt Brad’s seed dripping down her face. Her legs remained open, baring the wide, damp spot between her legs.

Approaching the door was a familiar face.

Trooper Abigail looked at Brad and shook her head. “Mr. Martyn, do you know why I stopped you?”

Brad shrugged his shoulders and spoke with clear annoyance in his voice, “I’m guessing that skinny little pussy Deputy Ryan told you to stop us because he wants to fuck my girl? You know, this is harassment.”

Trooper Abigail turned her attention to Chrissy. “Miss Evans. I could have sworn I saw you providing Mr. Martyn with a sexual favor while he was driving. Any truth to that?”

Chrissy felt his penis returning from its long hiatus. He froze but shook his head slowly, still recovering from his orgasm. His horny brain was calming down, and reason was returning. His cheeks reddened at the realization that he’d given road head like a total slut. The only rational thing he could do was deny it!

Trooper Abigail scoffed and furrowed her nose. “Well, it smells like sex in here, Miss Evans. You clearly have fresh semen on your face and pubes in your mouth. I also SAW YOU fellating Mr. Martyn with my own eyes, so I suggest you tell me the truth.”

Chrissy sent his gaze to the mats of the Jeep, not wanting to meet Trooper Abigail’s eyes.

Trooper Abigail sighed, “Clearly, Miss Evans, you love providing oral to your boyfriend. That’s all well and good, but I can’t have you doing it in public. I could write you both up for public indecency, but I don’t think that’s the right thing to do, so I’m letting you off with a warning. Do that stuff at home, okay?”

Brad and Chrissy both agreed.

She added, “Oh, and Miss Evans, if I catch you sucking dick in public for a third time, I’ll make you regret it, okay?”

Chrissy nodded solemnly, not wanting to find out what she meant by that.

Trooper Abigail’s voice hardened. “I need to hear you say it, Miss Evans. ‘Trooper Abigail, I won’t suck dick in public again.’ Let’s go, say it.”

Chrissy huffed and said in a low, quiet voice, “Trooper Abigail, I won’t, like, suck dick in public again, okay?”

She lightened up. “Okay, good! Now, Mr. Martyn, you’re already on thin ice with law enforcement, so don’t let me catch you with your pants down again. Have a safe day, folks.”

Trooper Abigail returned to her squad car and pulled away.

Brad put the Jeep in gear and grunted, “Fucking piece of shit cops harassing us. That Ryan guy wants to fuck you, you know that, Chrissy?”

Chrissy scooped the remnants of Brad’s semen from his face into his mouth like an addict. Each drop was like liquid gold and sent his chest fluttering and made his mind feel fuzzy.

With his brain back in a foggy daze, Chrissy answered, “Well, he can totally keep dreaming; there’s only, like, one dick for this girl.”

Brad chuckled and patted the wet spot between Chrissy’s open legs before speaking, “I’m going to talk to Sapphire. I think you’re almost ready for me to make you into a proper girl.”

Chrissy gulped and stayed silent. What did Brad possibly mean by that? Chrissy wasn’t REALLY going to be a ‘proper girl’! This was just a prosthetic! Brad was still pretending, right?

Right?

The Jeep zipped up the street towards Chrissy’s house.

23. Week 7 Part 6

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23. Week 7 Part 6

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