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College Sissy Program Pt. 15

The alarm rings on Jayne's planner. Today is the day. It's the Sissy Pageant. She is so excited to show how good of a sissy she can be. She has gotten that icky hunter locked away and thus can be all she can be. Jayne gets up and goes to the bathroom and stares in the mirror as she does her makeup.

"Well, today is the day I could be crowned the best sissy in the program. I hope I can impress Angelica. She is the best person to serve here, with Lily being a close 2nd. Though I would also love to serve the dean. She is so intimidating. uhhh... I get hot just thinking about it. And there are no stupid boy thoughts to get in the way. This is who I am from now on. Jayne the sissy princess. tee hee".

An hour later Shawnee wakes up and sees Jayne in front of her with a big smile. "What's with the grin, Jayne? Did you figure out something else for our plan?"

"Oh no, Shawnee, I'm just happy to see your smiling face. It's almost time for the pageant. I just want it over as fast as possible. I'm sure we will succeed in our mission."

"Well, that's good news, I guess. This will be a tough challenge for you. I'm not fully sure what they will have you do. Are you sure you are up for this?"

"Yes, I am. The competitive part of me is kicking in. I want to smoke the floor with them all. Is there anything you know about them you can tell me?"College Sissy Program Pt. 15 фото

"Well, I wasn't allowed to join the previous one, but I got told there were multiple events to prove how good of a sissy you are to the judges. and apparently there is a crowd of people in there as well. They must be the funders of this program and their guests."

Jayne thought about all the people that could see her. Maybe she could impress one of them into taking her. "You are probably correct there. Maybe they come to see potential sissies for themselves as well."

"You seem oddly more into this than I would expect, Hunter. Are you sure you don't remember what happened to you yesterday? I feel they may have fucked with your mind."

Jayne paused for a moment. She couldn't allow Shawnee to know about Hunter's current state. She had to play the act of Hunter while still pursuing her own goals. "That may be a possibility, but if they did, then they definitely did a good job making me forget. Even if you don't remember your sessions. Who knows what's hidden in your mind?"

"Yeah, you're right. I'm probably looking too deep into this. They do that on purpose so they can control us. I wish I knew what they've done to me. But how about a good luck kiss before we go?" Shawnee moves Jayne to their special spot in the bathroom and kisses her. Something felt off. It didn't feel like Hunter was kissing her. She pushed that aside and helped Jayne get ready for the event.

*crackle*

"Attention all students. There will be no laundry or cleaning this weekend. This event will be all weekend. Sissies, be on your best behavior for our guests. All contestants and their handlers will have their own personal dressing room filled with outfits for each event. For this event all locks will be removed from shoes due to the need to have different styles of shoes for different parts of the event. To compensate, all sissies will be given special bracelets for security precautions. Directions to your designated areas will be pinged to your planners within a few minutes. Have a good time, girls. Be the best sissies you can be and get chosen by the pink princesses."

*crackle*

Within moments a ping reached both of their planners. It gave instruction to go towards the auditorium and head to the right, go down 5 doors, and then knock and present. Shawnee remembered the last time she and Jayne were by there. They felt immense pain and had to run away. With what she had figured out with her talks with Hunter, she knew they would be fine this time.

"Well, Jayne, let's get going, I guess." Shawnee pulls on the leash connected to a collar on Jayne's neck.

"OK, Shawnee, let's go." Jayne was holding her excitement well as they walked the halls. Seeing all the other sissies being guided by their classmates made her feel at home. This is how things should be. Sissy in back, woman in front. It wasn't long before they reached their destination, knocked, and presented their chastity. A woman opens the door and lets them in. There are 2 other women in there inspecting a sissy in front of them. They put 4 bracelets on the sissy: one on each wrist and on each leg right above the ankle. Once on, the sissy suddenly collapses in pain and is told to get up. The sissy complies and gets pulled along by her classmate.

Jayne and Shawnee walk up, and the guards attach the bracelets to Jayne. "These are electric bracelets. You will be given mild shocks when each event begins. They also will give you a much bigger shock if you get out of line. We will give you an example of both." With that, a small shock tingled Jaynes's arms and legs. That wasn't too bad. Then, as soon as that thought finished, the powerful shock came. Immense pain filled her whole body, and she fell to her hands and knees. "Good job, Sissy. Now get up; here is your room number for the event. All clothes, makeup, and event props are in there."

Shawnee pulls Jayne along to their designated room. Once in Shawnee, Jayne sits down at the vanity in the room.

"That shock looked like it hurt."

"Yeah, it was intense, but nothing I can't handle. I wonder how we will know what event will be beforehand. I know I'll be shocked when it's time to go on."

"Good question. I assume they will have some way of contacting us. I don't see any speakers in here, but that doesn't mean some aren't hidden."

A knock at the door and a slip of paper under the door answered their question. They would get this treatment for each event. Shawnee grabs the paper and reads it.

Hello, sissy and her handler, and welcome to the sissy pageant. We will be having 3 events today. Each one will be given by the method you received this notice. You will know your time will be up when the sissy feels their shock. Once that happens, you need to get to the stage as soon as possible. Instructions to the stage will be at the bottom of this page.

Each round will go as follows:

1. Each sissy will be guided by their handler to the stage.

2. Handlers stay off to the side of the stage unless an event states otherwise.

3. Each sissy will perform the task given their best abilities.

4. After each event, sissies will be standing on stage as results are given.

5. Any sissy that does not make it to the next round will be used as entertainment between rounds for our audience.

6. Once results are given, all that progress go back to their rooms. Anyone who doesn't stay on stage.

Your 1st event will be given soon. Good luck to all. Be the best sissy you can be.

"Well, that seems simple enough. I bet they are going to make you do some truly humiliating things out there. I don't know whether you making it all the rounds would be better than just flopping in the 1st round."

"I Think we should see it fully through. Plus the longer we are part of it, the more we can learn."

"I guess you have a pint there, You do seem a bit more chipper and into this than normal. Are you sure you ok babe?"

"Yea, I just love a competition, is all. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine."

"I just don't understand how this will last for a full weekend. Unless each event takes hours, this should be a one-day thing."

"I think you are forgetting there are over 50 sissies here, and even if each task is only 5 minutes, that is still like 4 hours if we go one by one."

"Yeah, I guess I never thought of it that way. A lot of people will probably be eliminated in the early rounds so things go faster."

"That's what I'm thinking as well."

A knock at the door, and a piece of paper is slid under the door. Shawnee picks up the paper and shakes her head.

Event 1: Bull Riding

Sissies will be dressed in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts, heeled boots, a cowgirl girl hat, and a bandana that will be tied around their upper torso. If the bandana doesn't cover all of the breast, that is ok. Each sissy will sit on the "bull" until they fall off. No panties for this event. Remove all plugs before getting dressed.

Shawnee takes a second glance at the instructions. That seems like a weird event. She goes into the closet and grabs the items that are required. The shorts all seem so tiny and have holes in them. and all in the ass.

"I don't like the looks of this, Jayne. All the shorts have a hole in their ass portion. It's not too big, but I assume it will be in the perfect spot of where your asshole is best seen."

Jayne looks at Shawnee. She had an idea of why it was there but had to play dumb so Shawnee didn't know she was excited to ride that bull. "Well, I guess it's not a typical bull we are thinking of. Might as well get me ready. Don't want to be late if I get shocked and we aren't ready."

Shawnee nods her head and helps Jayne get ready. Jane removes her clothes and bends over, showing the base of her plug. Shawnee grasps the base and slowly wiggles it out. Jayne bites her lip while it gets removed, enjoying it every second. Once out, Shawnee gasps at how big it is. It's even bigger than hers. How could Jayne feel alright having the final size in her so fast? Something was up, but she couldn't put her finger on it. There was no time to think now.

Jayne was excited seeing the skimpy-ass shorts. Once they were on, you could see the shorts were basically a glorified thong but with slightly more fabric. The leg holes only covered about 1 or 2 inches from the top of the leg. and the back exposed the asshole with the hole in the back and part of the cheeks were exposed. The bandanna tied around her back barely covered anything. It was either show cleavage or show nipples. Shawnee went for the cleavage. The boots were a nice purple snakeskin design. They had a 4-inch heel and were laced all the way up to the mid-thigh, where the top was.

Shawnee takes a step back and looks at the whole thing and tells Jayne to do a quick spin. "Well, I will admit, you do make a sexy cowgirl, Jayne. I kind of want to ride you instead of you riding that bull."

"Thank you, Shawnee. I do feel very sexy in this. It's a little airy in the back, but that's because there is a giant hole in there." Jayne's bracelets on her wrists tingle, signaling it's time to go. Shawnee guides Jayne to the stage. Once there they are told for Jayne to walk out to the stage and Shawnee to stay where she is.

Jayne walks onto the stage. The lights are blazing down, almost blinding her. Once she got adjusted, she surveyed the room. She is in a single file line of other sissies on a giant stage. There is something under a tarp in front of them. That must be the bull. More of a stare, she sees an audience sitting there, quietly all staring in what seems to be a judging way.

A loud screech echoes in the auditorium. "Sorry about that, folks. had to adjust the audio. Anyway, welcome to Sissy Pageant 6. As you know, this will be a 3-day event of grace and debauchery. Our sissies here hope to entertain you and grab your attention as much as possible. Maybe you will want one of them for yourself by the end of this. But that can be discussed later. Give our Sissies here a proper greeting, folks." The crowd boasts loudly; words like whore and slut can be heard from the crowd. "That's right, folks, these sissies will show you how much of whores they truly are. But first, let's introduce our special guests. 1st, the director and the dean of discipline, Mr. and Miss Saxton."

The crowd claps and cheers as they walk on the stage, waving and smiling. They are handed a mic each.

"Thank you, esteemed guests. I'm glad you all could make it here for this event. As director of this program, I promise you a great show and even better women to show off. If you have any requests for any of these girls up here, ill be down the hall. Just go out the doors to the left. 3 doors on your right. I'll now allow Miss Saxton to take over. You all remember her, right?" The crowd gives a small laugh as he walks off the stage and slaps her ass.

"Thank you, Director. This event has been requested by Angelica of the Pink Princesses." A spotlight turns on and shines on Angelica. She waves and blows fake kisses. "Recently their only sissy tried to escape our halls. That unappreshating whore was caught and is now permanently in the relief and evac room. Thus the princesses do not have a sissy to call their own and prepare for the future. They will get 1st picks on the one or two sissies they want in their clutches to make into their image. Most of you know they make the best sissies. Now for the 1st event."

Miss Saxton walks over and removes the tarp. The crowd laughs and cheers. There is a giant mechanical bull. But there are a few things different. There is no front of the saddle to hold; there are buckles on the side that look like they are to strap their legs in, and finally, there is a thick black dildo on the saddle.

"This event is bull riding. But it is different than a typical one you see at bars and rodeos. This event had them riding that bull cock more than a bull. Each sissy must sit firmly on that cock as the bull moves around. Their legs will be strapped so they can't fully fall off but can still be moved around. Their time will be calculated by when they either say they can't take any more cock pounding their ass or if the cock pops out of their hole for any reason. The judges won't only take their times into account for their decision. They will also consider how well the sissy works that cock and how much they are enjoying the cock. This round 5 will be eliminated. We have 69 sissies here, so let's get this started."

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As Hunter walks into the door marked trauma, he stops and shakes. He is scared of what he has chosen to forget about, but he knows it's what has made him what he is today. What's behind the door is just a black void. The door shuts behind him and disappears. There's no turning back now. Sounds of a child crying echo faintly all around him. Some indistinguishable yelling can be heard as well. Hunter starts walking, trying to find the source of the sounds. He sees a figure of a child balled up. It looked like the child was crying. Hunter carefully walks closer to the child.

"Hello? Are you ok? What's wrong?" The child doesn't react, still crying into his knees. Hunter is right behind the child now and gets on a knee and touches the child's shoulder. "Hey, dude, I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong." The child stops crying and turns its head around. A blank face confronts Hunter. He is thrown back by the lack of facial features. "I... I... don't know who I am. What am I? Why are they all so mean?"

Hunter couldn't understand what the child was referring to. "Who are they, little guy?"

"We were just having fun. Why did she have to do that? We were only goofing around like siblings do. Why was she so mean to me?"

Hunter heard the shouting come from behind him. Getting exponentially louder. The room shifts, and an image forms around him. "Is this a repressed memory?" he thought to himself. He got his answer as things played out in front of him.

"That's my sister Hanna and her friend Jan. I haven't seen them in years. This looks like her room. Why am I here?" Hunter looked around as the memory played out. He sees him come into the room. He must have been no older than 7.

"Hey Hanna, can I come and play with you? Mom is sleeping on the couch, and I'm bored."

"Sure thing, little bro. I know how Mom can be sometimes. We were just about to have a tea party."

"Oh boy, what's a tea party? How do we play that?"

Hanna and Jane whisper to each other and giggle. "Well, Hunter, we all sit here and pretend to have some nice tea and talk with our fluffy friends like Miss Snuggles and Mr. Pig over here. You want to join?"

"That sounds like fun. I want to sit next to Mr. Pig. He looks cool."

"Ok, sure thing, little bro, but you have to be dressed properly for the event."

"What do you mean? What's wrong with what I am wearing?"

"Oh, nothing is wrong with it; it's just not what one wears to a tea party of our high class."

"Fine, whatever, I just want to play."

Hanna goes into her closet and pulls out a frilly dress. "This will be perfect."

"That's a girl's dress. I'm not wearing that."

"Well, tea parties are for girls only. If you want to join us, you'll have to be in a dress like us."

"Fine, I'll put it on. as long as I get to sit next to Mr. Pig."

"Sure thing, little bro. Janice will help you put it on." Janice walks over to Hunter and tells him to hold his hands up. Hunter does as he's told, and Jan pulls the dress over his head.

"See, not that bad, right?"

"Yeah, it's actually really comfortable."

"Ok, let's play."

The memory fades a little as Hunter ponders about it. Why was this memory here? This seems innocent enough. just young kids doing normal brother and sister acts. Suddenly loud footsteps could be heard coming from in front of him. The door flies open.

"What in God's good name is going on in here?"

"Oh, we are just having a tea par...."

"Why is your brother in a dress? Is he some sort of faggot? Boys don't wear dresses; only faggots do."

"Mom, they said it was girls only."

"So you allowed yourself to be dressed like a faggot. No son of mine will be like that." The mother raises her hand and swings it down, and the memory poofs out of existence. The little boy from before appears again, this time with Hunter's child face. It was all bruised. Hunter hugged him, and they both cried.

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"Well, that was a stellar performance from Brittany. Only 5 more contestants are left for this event. Next up is Jayne Johnson. She is our newest Sissy at the program, but she is progressing better than most. All the sissy have heard about her puppy dog sounds she makes when she's done getting fucked. Always begging for more. Isn't that right, Jayne? Well, let's get you on that bull and show us."

Jayne is led to the bull and is helped on top of it. Two women strap her legs to the sides. The monster cock is pressing against her back. "Now that you are all strapped in, Jayne, it's time to ride. That... bull." Jayne smiles waves at the crowd. She grabs on to the cock and lifts her ass up and over it. giving a little pizzazz to the crowd as she wiggles her ass while lowering herself down on the cock. Inch by inch she goes down until she is fully sitting on it.

"OK, start it up." The bull starts bucking back and forth, moving the dildo up and down in her ass. Jayne almost fell off from the sudden movement but caught herself. She puts her hands on her hips as the bull spins around and bucks all around, forcing the cock in her ass hard and rough. Jayne can't help but let out some moans as the crowd cheers, calling her a whore and slut. The cock is so filling, and it pulsates a bit, getting thicker and thinner in her asshole. Jayne was in full bliss, loving every pulse in her ass. She throws her hands up, showing her control over the cock in her ass. The crowd goes wild. After a few minutes, spinning and bucking increase in pace. constantly getting more and more wild. Eventually the cock pops out of her ass as the force of the movement overrides the strength of her clenching ass. Once it leaves, the signature puppy dog sound bellows out, and the crowd laughs.

"Look at that, a new record. 6 minutes and 24 seconds. Give it up for our best whore so far." The crowd claps and roars. Jayne, instead of shame, is full of pride in being a good sissy whore. After all contestants were done with the bull, the sissies were told to face their asses towards the crown as the judges made their decisions.

 

"We have our results. Our bottom 5 are Donna, Iris, Melany, April, and Sally. You 5 remain here for a few moments after the others leave. The rest of you go back to your handlers; your next event will begin soon."

Jayne walked over to where Shawnee was standing. Her mouth was wide open in disbelief. "Well, how did you like my performance? They seemed to enjoy it a lot."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? That looks like it hurts like the dickens. How are you not crying in pain from your ass being abused like that?"

"Well, I guess the SAP classes worked better than expected. We can talk more in our room if you'd like."

"Yeah, we will definitely have a good talk."

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"Well, the event is going along as well as planned. The crowd loves it. We already have requests for some of the sissies for when they graduate."

"Yes, sir, all is going well. Has anyone made requests for Jayne Johnson?"

"Oh, she's gotten the most so far. and some have offered a hearty sum for her. Your new process has seemed to be working."

"Thank you, sir, but I was hoping I would have her as my secretary, at least for a little while. My current one is going to a client soon, and I have been keeping my eye on her."

"Well, I know we had agreed you could pick one of the new batch for testing the new program, and you could pick any you wanted, but things have changed. She is just too valuable; your new process might have worked a bit too well for your own good. I can't let you have her. You can pick one of the others, but she is for another beneficiary."

"But sir,"

"No buts, little girl. My word is final, understand? You are lucky I don't demote you to student again and make my daughter the dean. You have done so much good for me, though. You are also very valuable, but in a different way. You wouldn't want others to know about your special treatment, now, would you?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry I spoke out of line."

"That's right, you're sorry. You are the perfect specimen for running this program. Let's keep up the facade for your own good. Who knows how the women would treat you if you weren't the dean anymore after how I make you treat them?"

"Yes, sir, I understand. I will be the best I can be for you."

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Once back into the room, Shawnee slams the door. "Who are you, and what the fuck did you do with Hunter?"

"Whatever do you mean, Shawnee? You are talking to Hunter right now. You must be imagining things."

Shawnee slaps Jayne clear across the face with full strength. "Yeah, I'm not dumb. You may look like Hunter, but you aren't him. What have you done with him?"

Jayne puts her hand on her face. She smiles and looks at Shawnee with an evil grin. "So you figured it out. Aren't you so smart? There is no Hunter here anymore, only Jayne. He had me locked up for many years, but now it's my turn to live out the life he should."

Shawnee slaps Jayne again. "No, this isn't true. I know Hunter better than that. You are an impostor. That counseling did something to you that you think you are a sissy."

"Well, you have one thing right: counseling did play a part. But you are wrong about it making me think I'm a sissy. It allowed me to be free of the dark corners of that wimp's mind and take control. No longer will I be forced to cower in the darkness. Jayne must fulfill her destiny."

Shawnee was about to charge Jayne, but the knock on the door distracted her as the paper for the next event was slid under the door.

"Well, we might as well get me ready for the next event. Wouldn't want your boy toy to not be ready for any of this pageant, now, do we?"

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Hunter tried to console his younger self, but to no avail. His mom's yelling pierced the airwaves. Another memory forms around him, and his younger self fades away in his arms.

"But Mom, I don't want to do this."

"Well, you are going to. This will teach you a proper lesson. Now let's go."

Hunter could see him and his mom again. They were walking into a building of some sort. It seemed familiar, but he couldn't clearly see it.

"Please, Mom, don't make me do this."

"No son of mine will be a faggot when he gets older. This will show you why. Now get out there and sing for the people."

Curtains open up, and a crowd of people sit there and laugh. Then Hunter sees clearly. He is on a stage in a bright yellow dress, and there are like 50 people watching and laughing at him. He wanted to cry, but his mom stared at him from the side of the stage as music played. It was from West Side Story. When the singing part comes, he freezes. His mom screams at him. "Sing the song, you sissy faggot." Through tears he starts singing.

I feel pretty.

Oh, so pretty.

I feel pretty and witty and gay,

And I pity

Any girl who isn't me today.

The crowd echoes the mother's words as they laugh and laugh while he cries the whole time. The memory fades away.

"So that's the song I've been hearing here and there at this place. Man, that song brings back bad memories, it seems." Two children appear in front of him, talking to each other. Hunter walks towards them.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Jane. Not that meanie one with a y."

"Wait, what are you doing here, and why do you have the same name as the one the program gave me?"

"That's the name you gave me. Isn't that right?"

The other child nods his head. "Yes, that's what Hanna called me during our tea party. I wish we could have played more. We had such a good time. And I didn't think I'd like the dress, but it just felt right."

"But that doesn't explain why you are here, Jane. Why are you deep in my mind?"

"Jayne with a y threw me in here. I can't find my way out. She fed on all your insecurities and became fixated on getting control."

"Then what are you? If she is the extreme sissy side, what does that make you?"

"I'm your feminine side. I was made many years ago, but your mom created resentment towards me. One day Jayne came here. I thought she was my friend, but she was using me. She kept talking about breaking out of the room we were in. I need to get back there. She is destroying everything."

"Wait, what room? What are you talking about?" Hunter was confused by it all, reliving his worst moments and now, apparently, his feminine side. Suddenly a new image appeared in front of all of them. It was Shawnee. She was yelling at Jayne, "Where is Hunter? What have you done with him?"

"Is that Shawnee? Where am I? Shit, the pageant is going on. Jayne must be controlling me, and Shawnee is trying to get me back."

A bright light in the shape of a door appears with a new figure in front of it. Hunter grabs the two children's hands and walks towards the figure. The kids break free and run towards it and hug it.

"Dad, you are here."

"Yes, I am. I will always be here to guide you. Sorry it took me so long to find you. It was hard to get in here. Hunter How have you been, my boy?"

The screaming can be heard again, gaining ground from behind. "I don't think we have time for this. Dad, can you take us out of here?"

"Yes, but you must face your mother first. I tried my best to keep her at bay. I'm sorry I couldn't do better."

"Ok, Dad, hold younger me and Jane." Hunter hands them to his dad and turns to face his mother. A dark figure in the shape of his mother appears.

"You faggot will burn in hell. Boys don't wear girl clothes. You will be nothing to me if you do it again."

Hunter takes a deep breath. "Look, you crazy fucking cunt. You don't rule me. I do whatever I want."

"I'm your mother, I own you. You do as I see fit."

"No, I'm not the scared little kid you abused for wearing a fucking dress. It's just a dress; it's not that big of a deal. I'll wear one if I goddamn feel like it.

The figure hisses, "Don't take the Lord's name in vain. You sinning sissy faggot. You will be a proper man. or else you are a sissy that gets walked all over."

"No, Mother, that's not how things work. I have a wonderful woman that loves me for me. whether I'm in a dress or not. She supports me and doesn't villainize me. You have no power over me. You can't tell me what to do. I won't follow."

The figure screams in agony. "No, you are my boy and will only be a boy, nothing else."

Jane grabs Hunter's hand and smiles. Hunter smiles back. "I may be a boy, but that doesn't mean your twisted version of one is me. I can be a boy that wears dresses and skirts and whatever I choose. Not you! Now get the fuck away from me, you evil bitch.

The door shines brighter, and the shadowy figure dissipates. The door opens.

"I think it's time you fully embrace all of yourself, my boy. Let's get going."

All 4 hold each other's hands and head through the door.

To be continued

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