Sissy School Chapter 1 - Accepted

I woke up to the sound of them fucking in the room above me.  The rumbling of the bed was causing the dust from the ceiling above to fall on my head with each thump. At first it was hard to think of my wife, Sherry, with another man, but then I thought about how she must have felt when I cheated on her, which landed me in my new permanent residence in the cupboard underneath the stairs. 

I could hear my wife moaning now as the thumping grew louder and quicker. The entire top floor beginning to quake.  Just when I thought they were about to bring the house down, the rumbling stopped, and so did the moans of pleasure from my wife.

I soon heard footsteps going down the stairs directly above me, following the dust trail as one of them descended down the steps.  I reckoned it was my wife, she liked to have a cigarette after sex, she must have left her pack downstairs.  Sure enough, I heard a slight rustling through the locked door of my cupboard, only to be followed by footsteps reascending the steps.

After about 15 minutes, the rumbling started again.  Man? Two times already?! I thought. It was hard to tell from my “room”, but I guessed it was about 9am, and they were already doing it for the second time. In the old days – before the incident– I wouldn’t have even been up at this hour.

I had only seen Tom, the man she was currently fucking, a few times.  From what I could see through the small trapdoor of my cupboard, he was just a bigger, fatter, older version of me. Nothing special.  She probably wouldn’t even be fucking him if she knew it didn’t drive me crazy, having to sit underneath these stupid stairs, locked in this stupid room, which just so happened to be right underneath our old bedroom, and hear them going at it several times a day. 

As i shifted on my extremely uncomfortable cot, I tried to block out the noises, and I REALLY tried to not let it affect me.  One way or another though, it always put me in this weird place, where I was extremely jealous, angry, depressed, and even horny all at the same time.  As much as I hated myself for it, I slowly reached down my pants and grabbed my tiny, 3-inch cock. It bothered me that I was already fully erect by the time my hand went down there, it bothered me even more that my dick could only muster 3 inches, even with how hard it was. I wonder how big Tom is? I thought. But then I quickly shook my head and tried to block that thought from my mind.

I tried not to think about him fucking her with his (most likely) huge cock. I tried not to think about her enjoying it, and how many times she probably faked it with me.  But even with her faking she was still so beautiful, and I had to go piss it all away…

I managed to squeak out a tiny load into my underpants before Tom and Sherry even finished with their escapades upstairs. I immediately regretted my decision to masturbate, as I was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of guilt, shame, and grief.

They were still going at it when my step-daughter, Amy, walked through the door.  Amy was a little fucking brat. I always hated her, and she always hated me.  She was too lazy to get a job, go to college, or really do anything productive in life other than go out and spend all my money.  She must have gotten back from another shopping spree with my credit card, as I peeked through the hole in my door and saw her carrying a wealth of Prada and Louis Vuitton bags.

Amy was either too busy talking to her friend on the phone to hear Sherry and Tom upstairs, or she just didn’t care.  She had to have heard them though, as they were going at it with an even greater aggression than they were before.

When the house stopped shaking again, I heard two sets of footsteps descend the stairs as Tom and my wife came down to greet Amy in nothing but bathrobes.

“Hi honey,” Sherry said, “Did you have fun today?”

“Mhmm” is all Amy replied, not even bothering to look up from the phone she was now texting from.

“Good, did you by any chance feed Larry?” Sherry asked, referring to me as if I was some sort of dog that needed to be taken care of.

“No! Why should I have to do it?! You’re the one who married the pig! And you’re the one that thinks you still need to keep his unfaithful ass around the house!” Amy barked.

“Because I said so! That’s why! And the reason we keep him around here is so he can keep paying for the bills and for all the shoes and clothes you just got! Now go feed him before I lock you in there with his smelly ass!” My wife yelled.

Amy growled like all teenagers do when told to spend even a minute not looking at their phones, got up, walked into the kitchen, and came back literally 10 seconds later with a dog bowl full of porridge.

“Here, dickhead!” she said as she tossed the cold slop in through the trapdoor.

That was Amy’s favorite nickname for me: dickhead.  She had been calling me that ever since I first started dating her mother and she noticed the coffee-colored birthmark that was shaped exactly like a cartoon penis on my forehead.

It was something I had been made fun of for my entire 35 years on this Earth, all throughout grade school, and even after.  As a result, I always wore my hair long and shaggy to try and hide it, but inevitably, someone would eventually see it. “It looks exactly like a penis!” they would say. “DICKHEAD DICKHEAD DICKHEAD!” they would call me. They’d call me a faggot, as if it was my choice to be born with such a mark. I even tried to have it removed, but the process ended up only making the mark even darker.

I turned to the bowl of slop she'd thrown through the trapdoor. What it was I couldn't exactly say, some mixture of oatmeal or cream of wheat I presume. Whatever it was, it wasn't warm. I could tell they just kept it in some huge pot on the stove that they didn't even bother heating up. Just scooped enough into a bowl to keep me alive for the next few days.

They didn't give me a spoon or anything to eat the gritty slop with, so I had the choice of either using my hands to scoop it up and lick it off my fingers like an infant, or kneel down and lap it up like a dog.  I chose the first option...

After cleaning my bowl I was still hungry, but I knew there was no use asking for seconds. I had to use the bathroom, which I knew was also not an option, so I had to resort to using the small trash can they provided me to relieve myself.  The one small amount of satisfaction I got since being locked in my new 'room' was when Amy had to take my poo pot out and dump it. Her gags and protests were so fun to watch.

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The next morning I woke up to my wife tapping at the door. "Wake up, Hubby! I've got great news!" She sounded much more excited than usual "I saw a thing online for some program they do for pigs like you who cheat on their wives! And it looks like you got in!!!"

The trapdoor slammed open and a large, pink envelope was thrown through it. I looked at the front, and sure enough, it was addressed to me. Bewildered, I opened the back and a small puff of glitter shot out. I opened up the page inside and read:

                                Sissy School for Male-Whores and Adultery

Dear Larry Parker,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to the Sissy School for Male-Whores and Adultery. Students of ages over 18 are required to report to the Chamber of Conception no later than July 31st.

Failure to report will result in a representative being sent to collect you. You will find a list of required books and supplies attached. All supplies and more can be found at Guyagon Alley. 

We look forward to receiving you and training you to become part of another generation of sissy sluts and whores!

Yours Sincerely,

Professor Eleanor - Headmistress

My jaw was on the floor the entire time I was reading. Was this real? Surely this was a joke. Look at how ridiculously pink and frilly this letter was. This had to be something Sherry or Amy cooked up to scare me.

I glanced at the attached page with all of the required supplies:

Course Books:

The Art of Fellatio - By Riley Reid

The Ins and Outs of Anal Sex - By Sasha Romaine

Dress to Impress: The Guide to Sissy Fashion - By Tim Gunn

Required Materials:

• 1 Steel Plated Chastity Device with Indestructible Lock (Various Brands and Sizes)
• At least 500 PINK Adult-Sized Diapers (Various Brands, Sizes)
•  5-inch Penis Pacifier 
• 1-2 Adult Sized Baby Bonnets
• 3 Sissy School Uniforms
• 3 pairs of Sissy Lingerie (Your choice)
• 1 of each type of gag (Ball, O-ring, Spider, Bit, Inflatable)
• 1 of each type of dildo (Vibrating, Ribbed, Ejaculating, Suction Cup, Double-ended, Inflatable) Note: all dildoes must be AT LEAST 8-inches in length and 2 inches in diameter.
• 1 of each type of buttplug (Vibrating, Hollow, Ribbed, Tailed, Beaded) 
• 1 Choker/Collar with Nametag
• 3-7 Bra and Pantie sets (at least one pair of panties must be assless)

If they were joking, they sure were elaborate.  Dildoes? DIAPERS?! What the fuck kind of sick shit were they into? What the heck is a Chastity Device? And what was with those books? I mean, I guess I could let girls learn how to suck my cock, and I've always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass, but if Sherry was so mad at me for cheating on her before, why would she send me to a place where I would cheat on her with girls all day long?

"So?" she asked through the door, as if reading my mind "Do you wanna go learn how to be little slut and suck cock at Sissy School?!"

"Wait, I would be the one sucking cock?!" I asked.

She laughed hysterically "God you really are an idiot. Yes, since you like being such a little man-whore, YOU are going to learn how to be a real sissy whore. They're gonna train you to becoming a cocksucking, buttfucking little slut! And then they're gonna pimp your ass out!"

"You've got be kidding me! Why the fuck would you think I would do that?! Fuck you! No way i'm going to learn how to be a faggot!" I barked back. Throwing the letter and it's contents against the door.

But all she did was laugh harder. "Hahahaha oooh yes!! I was hoping you'd do this the hard way! You see sweetie: you don't have a choice! Now that you're accepted, YOU'RE GOING! Whether you choose to or not!"

"Well you can't make me..." I replied, sure of myself.

"Oh I don't have to. Didn't you read?  'Failure to report will result in a representative being sent to collect you' . They're gonna come get you and drag your ass over there!"

"Well they're gonna have to...i'm not going! I'm not even sure this is even real! I've never heard of this place!" 

Again she giggled. "Oh it's real honey, it's VERY real! Remember Stacey's husband Mark? How he 'got deployed', oh he got deployed all right, he got sent right over to that school, now he's sucking and slurping on cock in pigtails better than a pornstar! But you don't have to believe me. And if you don't choose to go on your own that's your decision. Today is the 28th! You have 3 days to change your mind! I suggest you do, but I sure hope you don't!"

And with that she left, trotting back upstairs to go have victory sex with Tom.

I turned over in my cot and tried to block out the sounds of her moaning. I also tried to block out the thoughts that sprung from what I read in that letter. What if she IS telling the truth? What if she really does send me away to this 'Slut Camp' or whatever? Would they really make me use all those things on the supply list?! Would I have to read those books? Fuck no...

I didn't care whether she was joking or not. I didn't care who they sent. There was NO WAY I was going to partake in this little freakshow. They're going to have to drag me out of here.

I couldn't help but feel like I was kidding myself, but I rolled over again and tried to sleep and not think about cocksucking sissies or how gross it would feel to use a diaper...

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On the morning of July 31st, there was a knock at my door again. This time it was Amy.

"Hey Dickhead! Ready to go learn how to be a REAL faggot at school?!" she hissed. 

I rubbed my forehead where my dick-shaped birthmark was and wiped the crust from my eyes, I hadn't slept much the past few nights. What little sleep I did get was riddled with nightmares of me being gang-raped by a bunch of clown-like trannies.

"Fuck you Amy," I spat back, "I'm not going."

But this seemed to make Amy even more ecstatic. "Oooooh yes!! Mom! MOM! Dickhead says he's not going!!"

I spent the rest of the day trembling in fear on my cot. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't use the bathroom, I couldn't even eat the nasty slop they threw into my cupboard.

But by the end of the day, when the small amount of light through my cupboard door started to disappear, I was overcome with a huge sense of relief. It was a weight off my shoulders. I slept like a baby that night, which was ironic, because it was the last night I would go to sleep looking like a real man....

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If you enjoyed Chapter 1, head on over and try Chapter 2: "The Bouncer", and find out what happens to Larry!