College Sissy Program Pt. 16

Shawnee was pissed. She had lost Hunter to the program, but worse, this bitch he turned into was rubbing her the wrong way. She would have to think of something during the next round. She took the paper from the ground and read it.

Event 2 Bikini Twerk-off:

1. Each sissy will be on stage in just bikini swimwear and platform heels.

2. Can choose between a normal thong or a G-string bottom.

3. Insert a plug from the options in the vanity to make your sissy stand out as much as you like.

4. Have Sissy wearing 2 sets of hoop earrings. If earholes are closed, a piercer is in the vanity for assistance.

5. Your sissy can be written on as much as you like and have makeup done to your specifications.

"So what does it say, Shawnee? What am I to wear for my next performance?"

"Shut up, Jayne, or whoever you are. I'll get to that in a minute."

"Yes, Miss Shawnee. I'll obey."

Shawnee hated how coy Jayne was with all this. She really wanted hunters wisecracks instead of Jayne's sassiness but supreme obedience. "Looks like it's a bikini twerking contest. It just tells me how to dress you and nothing else. I guess we should get things ready. The bikinis are in the closet. You go pick one for yourself, and I'll get the other things that are required."

"Yes, Miss Shawnee. Sissy Jayne will be dressed all sexy in a bikini for you." Jayne walked over and opened the closet and moved a few things round until she found the swimwear area. There were many options there with many designs and fabrics. She was horny just looking at them. She had to out-slut and outshine the other sissies. It was just how she was. They picked out a semi-see-through top and bottom set and started changing into it. The top triangles on the top were so small they only covered the nipples of her fake breasts, and the string was so thin that it barely gave any support. Next was the g-string variety. Sliding it up her smooth legs gave her a tingling feeling through her body. She was imagining how hot she looked. Once it was on, it barely covered her metal cage in the front; it was basically falling out. The string in the back was sucked deep into her ass crack. She felt the back there, and the string was touching her now gaping asshole, like a single string over the hole of an acoustic guitar. "so how do you like it Shawnee?"

Shawnee turns around from preparing the plug shoes and accessories, and her jaw drops. "Are you seriously wearing that? That's so little fabric. You are basically naked."

"Well, of course. I have to impress the judges to the best I can. And the sluttier I look, the more I will be looked at. Plus, the judges most likely prefer a more revealing outfit if possible."

"You're right with that thinking; I just never assumed you would pick that out of all things. Hunter would never wear something like that."

"Well, maybe there is more to him that you never realized. I was always a part of him, whether he knew it or not. Now I get to live out life the way I want."

"I can see why he was hiding a slutty bitch like you. You are not pleasant to be around."

"Oh, silly Shawnee. Maybe I'm not pleasurable for you because you don't wish to control me. I'm much more pleasing to those who wish to control a sissy like myself. And me winning this pageant will prove that. So what have you been preparing for me?"

"Well, you'll need some hoop earrings, some makeup, and a new plug for this event. Sit down at the vanity, and I'll begin. I just need to get your shoes 1st."

"Yes, Miss Shawnee. I'll be such a sexy sissy when you are finished." Jayne sits down at the vanity and admires herself in the mirror. She had been keeping Hunter in the dark about the obvious changes to his appearance. the more rounded features and the slight hourglass forming. She knew that it would get more pronounced as time progressed. Shawnee comes over with all the needed items. She plops the makeup and earrings on the vanity and drops the shoes to the floor. She tells Jayne to lift her feet, and Jayne obeys. Shawnee slips the stripper-like heels onto Jayne's feet. The shoes had a 3-inch platform and a 6-inch heel. easy to slip on and can see the whole foot. It had no strap for support, so the shoes could easily fall off if you walked too fast and hard. Next she put in the 2 sets of earrings required. The hoops were quite thick and heavy, making her earlobes sag a little. Then she applied her makeup. Some bright and sparkly shadow is applied generously, and lip liner and gloss sparkle as well to pop out her lips.

"Ok, that's it for the makeup and accessories. Now for the plug. Let's see what they have for us." Shawnee opens the drawer to see over 20 butt plugs of various sizes and bottom styles. "Uhh, wow. This is more than I expected. Do you have any preference, Jayne? I don't even know where to begin."

Jayne looks at the selection of plugs in the drawer. All of them look enticing. She picks up a few and places them down in disapproval until she finds one she really likes. "This one's Shawnee. I'm sure to impress with this one." Shawnee grabs the one Jayne is pointing out and inspects it. It's a bit smaller than the one she is wearing but still fairly big. about 4 inches long and 4.5 at the biggest part of the base. The bottom had a crystal-like gem at the bottom with a small switch. Shawnee flipped it on, and it began to flash lights in a pattern. The lights changed colors every so often, but the pace of the flashes was steady. She looked at Jayne, and seeing her face full of glee made her sick to her stomach. How could this have happened to Hunter? Could she ever get him back to himself?

"Ok, Jayne, stand up and bend that ass over. I need to insert this plug before you get buzzed."

"Yes, Miss Shawnee. I wish to please you with filling my sissy hole." She stands up and bends over as far as she can go. so she can see between her legs and can watch it being inserted. Shawnee sees Jaynes's hole is gaping wide. "This plug is only just barely going to fill it. That bull ride really opened her up." she thought to herself as she inserted the plug in her hole. Jayne giggles and moans as Shawnee inserts the plug. Once in Shawnee, she flips the switch and puts the string of the G-string over the plug. It barely covered any of it. The lights were flashing so brightly.

Jayne's bracelets gave her the shock that initiated that it was time to go. They got up and headed to the stage. Shawnee waited in her spot on the side of the stage like last round as she watched Jayne walk onto the stage. She had to get through to Hunter before it was too late. If Jayne wins, she would probably not get to see her again, at least not as Hunter, but as a fully made sissy.

"Well, folks, I hope you enjoyed the entertainment provided between rounds. Those sissies need to do better. Anyway, it's time for round 2. This round is a twerk-off. Each sissy is dressed to show off their asses for your entertainment. These bikinis show so much; I wouldn't be caught dead in these thongs. They are basically bedroom wear. Each sissy will be shaking that thing for you all. They will be bent over, ass facing you all with special plugs to show off to you all. Their handlers will be out here to encourage their sissies by slapping their asses and giving inspirational speeches to keep them dancing. The round will end when the last sissy falls in exhaustion or stops shaking their ass for 10 seconds. As in the last round, the judges won't only take the time into consideration but also the amount of jiggle and any other performance they have while twerking. So now, ladies, come on up and stand in front of your sissy."

All the women walk from the side of the stage and wave as they get behind their sissy. "Now sissies, bend over and show us your pretty toys in your holes." Each sissy bends over at different amounts, exposing their plugs. Some have huge bases, some are sparsely or fully covered in gems, and some say words on them. "Ok, at the sound of the buzzer, handlers, slap your sissy's ass and let the twerking begin."

Buzz....

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Hunter was back in the area he was in before he walked into the trauma area. He saw his younger self; Jane and his dad were also there. He looked around, and there were hundreds of signs pointing in all directions. "So where do we go now?"

"There are many places we can go, but I want to go back to my room. Jayne had thrown me in that dark room years ago. That's why I'm still a little kid; I never got a chance to age along with you. I was stuck living in the past."

Hunter pondered what the little girl had said to him. "So different parts of me age differently in different areas of my mind?"

"Kind of. we all get new information and can expand our influence depending on things. All bad thoughts get their own areas, as you have seen, while normal mundane thoughts get their areas."

"So what area do you belong in?"

"I belong on the border of your conscious and subconscious thoughts. Little you is your inner child. He also resides there."

"What about my dad?"

"Well, son, I am a subconscious thought. I influence your choices subtly. Do you ever think, what would Dad say about this? Well, that's when I get to do my job. I'm part of your thoughts and impressions of me when you were younger, before I was gone."

Hunter couldn't help but tear up. "Yeah, Dad. You were my rock. I've missed you every day since you passed."

"I know, son. I'm always here if you need me. But I've got to get back to my area; I know the way. I wish you the best of luck on your endeavor."

Hunter's dad walks away as Hunter smiles. He dissipates into the distance. Jane pulls Hunter along. They see wild things, things hunters never thought about. every memory of what he saw and heard were all floating by. Every now and then they would pass right through one, and sometimes they would feel the thought be more solid. Eventually they reach a door with 'Processing center' written on it.

"What's this place?" Hunter asked, puzzled.

"This is where every thought and experience goes before it's sent to the proper areas. My room is just past here." Jane opened the door, and the sound of buzzing and whooshing was all around. Lots of thoughts were going in all directions as figures grabbed them and tossed them in proper directions.

"Hello, I need help getting back to my room. Can you point me the way?"

A figure slides from the back of the room fast; it was almost scary. "Jane, I thought I already talked to you today. What brings you back here when you were hell-bent on being in the conscious mind?"

"That's not me. That's Jayne with a y. She locked me in a dark room years ago. I'm the real Jane."

"Don't you try to fool me, little one. I know Jayne when I see her. You were here no more than an hour ago to check on how you wanted today's thoughts to be processed."

Hunter could see Jane getting frustrated and told Jane he would handle it. He understood how his mind thought. "Look, we are kind of in a hurry. Jane here has forgotten something in her room that she needs to get back to her tasks for today. Do you know who I am?"

The figure paused. Then a few more figures stopped as well. They all turned and faced Hunter, all puzzled, like they had seen something foreign. "No, I do not have any files on this one."

"You should. I am the main boss of this mind, am I not? And this little fellow is my inner child. How could you forget that? It seems pretty goddamn important."

The figures scurry round, looking through past memories in the conscious mind. all show Jayne. Then one figure appears with a memory and shows it. It's not much, just a memory of Hunter with his friends from high school messing around. "What is your name?"

"My name is Hunter Adam Johnson." An alarm buzzer started blaring. Warning! Warning! Unauthorized personality! Unauthorized personality! Remove at once. Remove at once!

Two figures of Jayne appear in front of them. "You don't belong here. You can't mess with your destiny. Now it's time to get back to your special room, forever."

Hunter grabs janes and his kid self and starts bolting. the two Jaynes are right on their tale as he goes down various hallways. "Jane, do you have any idea how to get out of here? "

"Yes, but I'm not fully sure where each door will take us. We could be lost forever if we take the wrong one. I'm scared. I don't want to go back to the dark room."

"Don't worry, I won't let any of us go back there. Now just point me to where you think we should go." Jane smiled and started pointing at doors. One by one they enter and see various things, slowly gaining distance from their pursuers. Eventually they see a door with writing on it. They open the door and slam it behind them. In front of them they see Jayne, the real one, sitting in a chair and pressing buttons and pulling levers. Jayne turns around and stares at them with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Well, it looks like you found a way out of the darkest parts of your mind. You are more annoying than I expected. My work is almost complete here, as you can see in front of us."

Hunter looks past her and sees he is on a stage. What was he wearing? A bikini? That's just not right. And why is he shaking his ass? "What kind of sick, twisted things are you making me do?"

"Nothing a proper sissy faggot wouldn't do. That is what your mother called us after all. And I am just fulfilling her impression of us. She sees us as that, and I will make sure she gets what she has always seen."

"My mother does not define who I am. She was a crazy cunt. You are not who I am. You are a figment of repressed anger."

"And what if I am? I am still part of you. just the part you threw away to forget about me. Well now it is you who will be forgotten. I've been taking good notes of what this program is. You think you may have all the answers, but I have been taking critical information, so you think all of it is not worth fighting. Making it easier for me to be the dominant one."

Hunter stared at Jane in anger and disbelief. He was accepting all that was going on without much of a thought. That's not how people act in real life to this kind of shit. He should have been fighting tooth and nail to escape like people would expect, but no, he was being manipulated by this alter ego.

"How long have you been manipulating my every thought? How long has Jane been forced to live in the darkness with my inner child?"

Jayne looks at the two children in Hunter's arms and smiles again. "Awe, isn't it cute? You brought these little brats to me so I could teach them a lesson. They are of no concern to you. Give me little Jane. She's my best friend."

"You are not my friend, Jayne. You used me to get access to Hunter. I wanted to help him develop his girly side. You just wanted him to be a girl. that is not the same."

"I see you are already developing better thought processing and language since you left that room. No aging information enters there. So I must end this before you can challenge me at all."

Jayne puts the mind on autopilot and gets up. She grows bigger and bigger with each step. Hunter plops down the two children in his hand and takes a deep breath. "You two stay here. I'll handle this. If I can't, run, runaway, don't let them get you."

Hunter stares at the images in front of him. Jayne, towering over him like she did before, and then seeing his body doing humiliating things in front of... is that a crowd of people? Wait... that means...

"I'm going to enjoy kicking your ass again. This time you won't be getting out of that room, little Hunter." Jayne squares up, looking down at Hunter. Hunter was indeed intimidated but knew he had to fight this bitch. He remembered doing laundry and the fights he had down there. He wondered if Jayne remembered.

Jayne grabbed her fists and slammed them down fast, catching Hunter off guard. He was almost out on the 1st swing but managed to dodge but still got clocked in the legs. He fell down as Jayne walked over and proceeded to kick him. "That's right, little boy, I'm the alpha here."

"Wouldn't being a sissy mean you are the biggest beta ever? You aren't good enough to control anyone. I am the alpha in reality. You just pretend to be alpha, you beta bitch." Jayne steps back, confused by what was just said. "No, I'm in control, little boy."

"No, I don't think so. Why don't you just be a good little sissy and get down on your knees and serve me?" Hunter rolls away and stands up. He stares at Jayne and shoves her. She shrinks a little.

"Yes, sir, you are right... Wait a minute. Nice try, but I'm not falling for that."

"Oh really, Sissy Jayne? I thought it was your destiny to be ordered around like a pathetic loser such as yourself."

"Yes, but not to you. I want others to boss me around. It's what a sissy faggot is meant to do."

"What does it being me have to do with it? I can take control of how I act whenever I want. If I want to be used, I can allow that, but within reason, of course. Respectable boundaries need to be implemented. You want no rules bar being used and abused. That's not right."

Jayne shrunk down even more, screaming in agony at the things Hunter was saying, breaking her vision of things. "Stop it; you will suffer for locking me away. I am what you need to become to survive."

"No, that's what you think, not how I think. I can make it on my own. Of course I'll experience things that I won't like, but I'll deal with them as they come and become a better person. Heck, I can even dress as a woman without being a pathetic sissy like you. I can do it for fun and not feel the need to get fucked in the ass or be dominated by another to feel good."

Jayne covers her ears as her body starts disintegrating little by little. "Shut up. You can't get rid of me. I am your trauma incarnate." Jayne turns pitch black and rises up bigger than ever before. She blocks all light in the room. "You can't run from your trauma forever. I'll always be here, waiting for my time to come."

Jane runs up to Jayne and stands firmly. "No, Jayne, you can be my friend again; you just need to get that hate your mother instilled out of your system. We can work together."

"I'll never work with you. You are weak."

"No, I am stronger than you think. And with Hunter, we can make a more perfect home here." Jayne screeches and goes to attack Jane, but Hunter quickly pushes her out of the way and is engulfed by Jayne. The darkness is slowly attaching itself to his body. Hunter's breathing was getting heavy as he heard Jayne laugh and laugh. "You are nothing without me. Accept it." Hunter stopped struggling and thought for a few seconds as he was almost fully engulfed by Jayne.

"Yeah, I guess you are right. I can't just shut you away. That will just make it worse in the future. You deserve some acceptance as well. Mom may not have accepted you, but I will." Jayne's advancement stopped. "I won't lock you away anymore, Jayne. You deserve to be in the light and be cultivated, but in a more positive way. What do you say?"

Jayne starts disintegrating again, this time more rapidly. Hunter can see the light of the room fill back up as he can get up now. He sees a tiny girl in front of him looking sad. "Jayne, is that you?" The little girl cries loudly. Jane comes up and gives her a hug. "It's ok, sister, no need to cry. We can play together now." Jayne sniffled and smiled, embracing Jane back. "Thank you," she whispered.

Hunter looked up at the chair Jayne was previously in. "What should we do now?"

"Well, as long as you keep your promise to Jayne, then you should get on that chair and get things back to how they are supposed to be. I'll get us all to our rooms and fix the processing errors." Jane looks at Jayne. "And you will fix all the memories you changed, right, Jayne?"

"Yes, Jane. I'll fix everything. I'm here to serve and make things better."

With that, Hunter walked up to the chair and sat in it. It all felt natural to him. He pressed a few buttons and was now in control of his mind again. "Now let's get out of this hellhole."

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Hunter stopped shaking his ass and was frozen. What had happened? Was all that happened real? Was he in control? Then he heard a buzzer.

Buzz

"Jayne Johnson is out for not dancing for over 10 seconds. Get out of line and go with your handler."

Shawnee led the hunter to the back of the stage as the contest. Hunter blinks in confusion at Shawnee and looks at the front of the stage. He saw what looked like over 1,000 people. There had to be a way for them to get in and out as they pleased. His feet were killing him, and so were his ass and legs. He noticed the shoes had no locks on them. That is a great thing. Then he saw bracelets on his arms and legs. They didn't feel too tight. and they had a keyhole on them. perfect. The contest ends an hour later, and Hunter has survived this round. 7 more sissies were removed from the lineup. Shawnee walked Hunter back to the dressing room and shut the door.

"Shawnee, is everything ok?" Hunter said sheepishly.

"No, you cunt, everything is not ok. Give me Hunter back now. I know that this isn't him. I will get him back."

"But I am Hunter. I'm back in control."

"Yeah, nice try, bitch. That isn't going to work. I know you are lying."

Hunter knew he had to do something. So he marched right up to Shawnee and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. While kissing, he grabbed her body in the ways he knows she likes, causing her to moan. Shawnee breaks the kiss and stares in his eyes, tearing up. "You are back. I thought I lost you for good this time. That bitch was really annoying. What happened?"

"Long story, I'll tell you later. For now tell me all I've missed. It's time to make our escape plan. No more waiting; we leave today."

To be continued in the final part of College sissy program. See you then....