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It had been a few weeks since the concert, but things were not going any better for me. My girlfriend was laughing her head off when we first got out from there, I thought she sort of just took it as a joke and that everything will more or less return to normal after she had gotten her laughs in. Boy was I wrong. As soon as I stepped back into the apartment she had packed a bunch of my stuff. 'Sorry sweetheart" she began "But it's plain to see that we can't be anything anymore. Not that there's anything wrong with that..."

It took me a few seconds to understand what it was that she was getting at, and then I realized it...she was calling me out for being gay. "But I'm not" I started, quickly seeing a look of authority on her face and shutting up. I placed my hands on the strings of my stockings (I didn't like wearing them, honest!) and realized that my tiny coc was getting quite hard from being harshly rejected like this. I looked back up at her, trying to remain strong as she pushed more and more of her possessions. "Can't we take things slower?"

"Sorry sweetheart, not an option," she said, opening her phone and showing me some messages from one of the guys at the concert, including several salacious pictures of his body. "Already met a guy looks like the two of us are about to hit it off. Isn't he the cutest? I think you should be meeting a new special somebody just as fast!' she said, tickling my chin in a rather condescending gesture before slowly pushing me out the door, a massive pile of my stuff at my feet. "Oh, and you can keep those adorable toe-rings! And come back anytime you want your nails redone, it is so much fun to do that with you!"

And just like that she was gone. Not really gone as such, but no longer my girlfriend or anything resembling a girlfriend. She was just some woman who would come into my house and bully me from time to time. I was able to find another place to stay for the night, and was sort of hoping that I could lose myself in work and sort of emotionally distance myself from the break-up, but everybody there instantly recognized me from the concert. Apparently a recording of it went viral, and now I had the most famous coming-out story in the nation's history. Despite the fact that I obviously wasn't even gay!

"Oh, he looks so cute today" Came the first words from Erin, a secretary that I had always sort of had a crush on. She was tiny and always very sweet, but also something of a fashionista. "Hey" she said, looking down my body "You don't have your cute little toes out!" she exclaimed, before lightly rubbing me in the gut "How are you ever going to find cute boys without showing off those pretty, pretty games of yours? We all know you don't have...another thing that the boys may be looking for" she said, lewdly motioning at my crotch and offering me a not-so-subtle wink.

Everyone was looking at us and giggling as she started looking for her car keys and talking about an adorable pair of sandals that she had in her car and was about to show me, and I realized that this would be my only opportunity to stop this rumor. I stood my ground, trying to square my body up and breath a bit deeply as I looked down at her. I was going to have to assert myself, which was neer very easy for me. I took a short breath in before letting it out in a long sentence "I'm not actually gay"

She reached out and pinched my cheek. "Oh, of course you are," she said as she pulled up her phone and plaid a video of Rachel, a dark haired girl that I was dating a few years ago. She had a nice body and everything, but was always on the meaner side and always seemed very excited to share hot gossip. It had been a year and some change since I had broken up with her, but she was still talking about me. on a local talk show, sitting between two women as a video of me with an egregious tiny blur over my exposed genitalia played.

"He was always such a sweetheart, but also a doormat" she said, handling a coffee cup and pressing her chest out, perhaps acting a bit slutty for her fifteen minutes of fame. "I mean, he never said he was gay but I could alwasy sort of tell. He'd want to wear make-up, insist on me painting his nails, always had to wear panties in public

The two newswomen giggled at that, Rachel soon joined in with them. "Wear panties in public, huh? And he thought he was straight?" said a blonde with a wonderfully structured jaw and a very short haircut. "I mean, in my experience straight men won't even carry my purse if I have to leave it somewhere for a few minutes

"Oh I know, straight boys are like that, so willful and assertive and repulsed by everything that my boyfriend found so attractive. But there he was, using me as a bead and expecting me to get pleasure from...that" she said, pointing at the crotch in the picture. The two women both laughed at that

"Well at least he's gay" the redhead hostess pointed out. "I mean, come on now, no way he could make proper love to any woman with that but I think a lot of men in this nation would find that little thing rather cute. My...gay friends are alwasy talking about how nice it is to have a bottom bitch who can show off how tiny he is in a little thong, like he was forced to wear over there!"

"Oh yes" Rachel said, licking her lips "I think he'll be much happier now that he's gay and he's going to be dating guys and letting girls just meet him as friends. He's a soldier in that way, he'll be so much happier as a sissy boy toy for some other, more handsome, masculine man. I can guarantee that!"

I could hear the entire studio audience break into an uproarious laughter as Erin pressed the pause button on the video.

"She...she" I wanted to say she was lying, but could I come across as a vindictive boyfriend here? I would hate to imagine that everyone listening would think of me as being in a highly emotional state, and in truth I probably was, but that wouldn't mean that I was lying to them! I just sort of let my hands down and tried to turn away before I forced myself to finish that sentence.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, Erin was still giggling, handing me a pair of sandals that were incredibly feminine and would barely cover any of my feet at all. "She said something you were never quite able to admit in public. I understand how emotionally confusing that may be. But look at you now, you're free!" she said, hugging me like she would hug a female friend, with a yelp and a tight grip around my midsection.

I'd like to say it was just weird, but in reality she hugged me hard enough that I found myself struggling and trying to break out, which only lead to her hugging me even harder. The minuscule woman was somehow managing to completely control my body with just a tight hug and a low hum, I had no idea I was actually that weak.

The next few minutes mainly consisted of her forcing me into the bathroom as I tried to come up with reasons why I shouldn't change, only for her to shoot down each and every one before throwing my shoes over the top of the stall and telling me that if I didn't change she would personally place me over her knee and spank me red.

I had no reason to believe she would, but I knew that if she wanted to she could. Out of pure cowardice, I placed the shoes on my feet, walking out with my eyes aimed at the ceiling as she saw my toes, still clad in pink polish and carrying the six rings that my girlfriend had given me. I didn't even really like wearing those rings, but they were such a bitch to take off I was sort of procrastinating on the removal.

The sandals were silver in color, and rather shiny as far as hue went. They showed off my girly toes, high arches, and just how generally girlishly smooth my feet were. There were only really three straps, showing off my feet like a thong would show off my lower body, looking so incredibly open, not just for my toes but for the entirety of my feet, that I feared what boys would think or do if they ever saw my slutty little feet. I couldn't imagine that they would respect me much, and images of them molesting e filled my mind. I couldn't even blame them for anything, when you dressed like this you were basically asking for it.

"Oh My god!" she shouted as she dove in and inspected my feet "They are so cute!" I felt my body go practically into shock just from hearing that about myself. I wasn't handsome, or dashing, or any of that, I was just...cute. "Now you look at these and you tell me any straight guy in the world would be able to stomach having them on!" she was pointing down with a lot of gusto, and I had to agree with her on a basic level. These were not straight shoes that you would expect a straight guy to wear.

"Oh no, we are just getting started on your outfit" she said as she walked to my and placed her hands around my waist, feeling deeply before starting to move them upward, getting a good feel for every individual inch of my body as she made me squeal and squirm in her comparatively mighty grip. She wasn't even very strong or anything, I'm just such a wimp that even the girliest of girls could overpower me.

"W-what? Am I gonna have to try something else on?" I whined as I reached down and tried to over up how excited I was, only for her to casually slap my hand away.

"Not just try on, sweetheart...wear. Take your shirt and pants off, I want to see what I have to work with oney" she said as she pushed me back into the stall, already fishing through her bag for make-up and setting it down on the bathroom sink.

There was another opportunity to resist, or at least assert myself, but as with all previous opportunities I instead chose to relent, slowly peeling off my shirt as I lightly mumbled to myself, showing her my body before I grabbed at the hem of my pants, really starting to consider how I was dressed under there, I blushed heavily and looked at the floor instead of directly at the woman.

"No need to get shy" she said, giggling through her line a bit "just us girls here" she approached me and saw that my nerves were not subsiding, so she just grabbed my waistband and pushed it down, exposing my pink panties as she pressed her hands back, slowly starting to feel up my butt "Hmm, well you have nice taste in underwear, although you could definitely have more of a butt" she lightly spanked me and giggled again How do you expect to get guys begging for you if you don't have a cute boy to show off? I suggest pilates and a bunch of squats, did wonders for me" she giggled again "But don't you worry that empty little head of yours, I have certain things I can fit even you into.

I kept standing there, covering my crotch with my hands as she disappeared again, coming back with a bright pink sundress "I was going to put you in some cute socks, but no way I am covering up those toesies! Maybe fishnet stockings some time?"

I just sort of mumbled, accepting the dress, glad something would be covering my up. Then she reached for my chest and pinched a nipple. I suddenly froze "and don't worry, you will have a bra soon enough. You are gonna take your titty skittles and be the most adorable tranny ever!" she said, dancing around a bit in excitement as she backed off from me and let me try to put the dress on.

She came in for the later half of that attempt, lightly pulling it over my head and making sure that the black ribbon around the waist was tied "MMM, skinny boy like you is such a nice little snack for the boys" she said before pulling me up to the sink, playing with my hair as she looked at my skin tone and then back at her make-up.

I was completely humiliated, this dress make me look so girly, I completely passed as a natural female. I was ashamed, aroused, cold, confused, and looking like the cutest little button you'd ever seen all at the same time, something only made worse as the hands of my captress started feeling over my body again, sending little jolts of intense sensation wherever a dinger made contact with my bare skin. I had to lean over the sink and breath right down it just to stop myself from exploding.

"SO I figured it out," she said as she brushed some hair out of my face "You are definitely a Summer. And don't worry, it's your first time and all so I wont slather it on, just enough that the boys will be vaguely aware of the fact that you are wearing some" she said as she started to apply some foundation with one of those puffballs, my skin immediately looking smoother and, if I have to say, a bit sexier from the treatment.

Next came the lipstick, a more subtle rouge but one that absolutely brought my lips to life. I could feel the urge to sweat break in as I considered just how kissable my lips there, and just how defenseless I would be if any man in y office decided that they were his to kiss. I started shaking around as she moved on from lipstick, ging for some mascara and eyeshadow next.

I was her perfect model as she started to fix up my face completely, my eyes looking so somberly, chillingly attractive that my stomach sank. When she was done I looked back at her "No, none of this" I begged

"You'll have to wear some of this, I spent so much time on making it for you!

She had a point, but I hoped I could at least lighten the load that she was imposing on me by slightly limiting the damage she wanted to cause. "Yeah, well, please just don't make me walk with them in public," I said as I placed my hands in my pockets and she grabbed me by the elbow

"Come on, you must have known that saying that was just begging to get taken out," she said as she dragged me out of the bathroom and showed me off to all of my coworkers, gaining thunderous applause as she made me put my feet out and expose my toes to everybody in the entire office. I was barely able to avoid crying for the first few seconds as I heard everybody comment on how gay I obviously was.

"Wow, so at least we know why things didn't work out," said Amy, a tall dark-haired half-Pakistani girl as she looked down my legs. "I mean, it's a bit of a public secret now that you don't have feet that are very big, and the rumor about men with small feet is entirely accurate to you" she said as she got really close into my face. "But now that we know that you are completely gay, things make a lot more sense!"

"Can you believe I considered dating him once upon a time?" Erin asked, laughing at the absurdity as she got behind me and slap my ass, making my body shoot forward as she grabbed my skirt by the hem, his grip tighetening as he pulled me ever further into him. "Hey, Calum, did you wear undies to work today or did you wear girls' undies?"

I raised my hands above my head, trying not to answer that. Archie kept all of my male underwear when she packed up for me, I was literally wearing a pair of blue panties right then. I whimpered at everybody, and in turn everybody pointed and laughed at me. Amy got in close, slowly grabbing the ribbon around my waist.. "It actually really gives me closure that I know things wouldn't have worked out. Couldn't have worked out, really, we just weren't compatible. Now I can go out and find somebody else" she said as she booped my nose "and you can get out of that closet and make sure that you don't chase some girls that you know you'll never be able to please or even understand at a basic level" she said before pressing her forehead against mine, opening her eyes extra wide and grabbing both of my hands.

"No, it's not like that" I began whining, feeling my eyes water slightly. Things were only getting worse, I was going to be letting the waterworks flow like a total baby and there wasn't a single thing that I could do to stop it. I shut my eyes very tightly and tried to swipe my head to the side so that nobody could see how much I was crying, but my skirt still ended up hiked over my hips, and everybody still ended up seeing my panties, how ell they fit, how tight they were, how my crotch barely stuck out of them.

I just stood there for a bit, hearing a few camera phones go off and realizing that just standing there wouldn't help a damned thing. I closed my eyes even tighter but nothing was helping, I would have to open my eyes.

"Hmm, they fit really good" Erin said, lightly motioning at me "you make such an adorably girly little twink! And best of all, nobody is ever going to look at you and mistake you for some kind of top, you know?" she asked before getting in close and taking a selfie with me, making sure to angle both us and the camera at such an angle to ensure that my crotch was entirely within the shot, allowing anybody who saw the image to realize just how much of a beta bitch with a tiny stick I was

The pushed me forward after that, making me stumble up and look at everybody smiling at me. A bunch of males at the company were also licking lips and adjusting belts, making sure to stare holes into me as I exposed my feet as well as my lower torso, looking around and feeling everybody looking at me.

I was forced around the room a bit more, eventually somebody grabbed me around the waist and pulled me in, sniffing my hair as he looked down at me, smirking. "I saw that interview with your high school girlfriend, the Asian one," he said, slowly rubbing his hands around my body and making sure to rub everything he possibly could on the way down. "You are really interested in being manhandled, aren't you?"

What could Rachel have said about me? Was she asserting that I was somehow sexually aroused by being manhandled because I was constantly worried and anxious about getting beaten up by bigger guys? I looked up and down his body, realizing that I did actually hate being handled like this, but nonetheless my tiny cock was getting harder by the second. Oh god, were they going to see it?

"Hey, are you excited?" Erin asked, reaching down and slightly rubbing my lower torso. "Is Jack handsome enough to do something for you?"

My crying face angled itself upward as I forced myself to look at him, trying to hide my face but finding that he quickly reached out and made sure I only looked in the direction that he wanted me to look. 'What are you doing, little guy?" he asked, making it clear that he had a very specific answer in mind

"I...I" I blubbered at him finding no answer that was honest and would make him do what he wanted me to do. He was rubbing his hands all over me and Erin reached behind me and slowly pressed me into the other man, giggling as our torsos collided

"He's just nervous is all. He doesn't encounter guys as adorable as you very often, after all" she said, pressing her hand into both of our heads "Maybe you could do something for him to make him laugh? Archie was talking earlier about the absolite ecstasy he would experience when she tickled his feet"

The big guy pushed me around slightly, looking at my body from a few different perspectives before he finally pressed me from my current location into a chair, setting me down before he started rubbing across my arms and chest, making me an out as he slowly got on his knees, handling one foot. "You like this, don't you?" he asked as he rubbed my feet, making my body explode with laughter

The girls past him all gave thumbs-up as I looked back down at him, seeing him slowly press his fingers into my foot once again. "You have such a sexy, girly pair of feet" eh commented as he started digging in again, the ends of his fingers just barley sinking into my soles as I pressed my head back.

"So easy and girly!" he said, looking at me as he upped his game. I was crying my eyes out from both sadness and the incoming torrent of laughter, but it was obvious to everybody that I found my predicament very funny.. The world was barely even visible, my eyes were getting so wet that vision was blurry, I was gripping my chair and he was getting deeper and more intimate with my feet, somewhere that had never been explored like that before by anyone except ex-girlfriends and a bunch of anonymous people at a concert. Having someone I knew tickling me that hard as he looked up at me and made sure I was feeling everything did something strange to me.

"You seem to liek this a whole lot" I could barley hear him say as my olume increased, nearly screaming out in laughter at this point as I shook around on the chair, making my entire body twist around as he continued to torture my feet with that strange, almost hoyous assault on my soles. I tried to say anything to resist him, but opening my mouth would only allow me to offer up louder and louder torrents of laughter.

Everyone laughed at me, standing in the room together as they all watched with joy. Eventually they realized that he had to get back to work, but the man who had been tickling me kissed me on the forehead before slipping me his number.

Going back to the hotel I had rented was miserable. I had never been more humiliated in my life, and my general state of being was absolutely miserable. But when I got home I could pretend things weren't so bad. That is, until I heard a knocking at the door and opened it up to find Archie and her new boyfriend Chad, both smiling wide at me.

"He's so tiny!" Chad said, pulling Archie's head tightly into him as he walked in and grabbed me by the throat, looking down at me, his eyes eventually hitting my feet "oh, and what an adorable little pair he has" said the guy as he went back to kiss her on the lips, trading tongue with my ex-girlfriend's he pushed me toward the bed. I could have tried to resist, but it would have been useless. I just let him do whatever he wanted.

"Lets see if what the video said is true" he said as he aggressively pulled my skirt up, revealing my tiny cock, rock-hard in my little panties as he stuck his hand out to work it over, making me own as my hands grabbed his arm. I could feel tears well in my eyes as he forced his fingers across my shaft, rubbing it as he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek 'Such a pathetic fucking sissy" he said before crashing his ass down on the bed and throwing me over his knee

"H-hey" I started, only to get silenced by a slap on the ass that made me wail out in pain. He hit my sensitive skin so hard I knew I sounded like a girl, and what was worse was that I was getting more aroused, feeling like I was almost cumming and definitely staining my underwear with pre

"Such a nice ass. A sissy's ass" he said as he started rubbing my cock through my panties again, making no effort to be gentle as he played with it in every way he knew how, making me an out as he occasionally spanked me, until eventually it was too much. I closed my eyes so tightly I almost thought I could stop the tears from flowing as he spanked me a bit too hard and I found myself cumming all over his hand, finally cementing my sissy status once and for all.

He threw me off, revolted as he looked back at Archie. "That was fun, now get on his bed so I can fuck you. And do you wanna lick this cum off of my hand, or should the little pathetic sissy slut do it instead?"