Chapter 1

My GODDDDD ... How the FUCK am I supposed to sit through this class, when all I can think about is how fucking exciting last night was. My fucking GOD. I actually danced on the main stage with Victoria, and everybody in the club went crazy watching us. Then after ... WOW. I can’t fucking believe I fucked my first girl ... and it was in front of my own fucking mother and all of her stripper friends. After getting gang raped two nights earlier, I didn’t think my life could get any crazier. My GOD, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

After the sexual high I felt from dancing in front of so many horny men, who clearly wanted to fuck me; to go off stage and fuck my dance partner Victoria, who was also in a sexual frenzy. I felt like a drug addict who experienced the most amazing high and can’t think of anything after, except feeling that high again. I couldn’t sleep at all that night after, and now I am sitting in this class and I can’t give a fuck about what the teacher is talking about. I feel like I want to SCREAM. I feel like I want to push my hand into my silk panties and SQUEEZE my little cock. Oh yes, for the new readers, I am a trans girl.

RINGGGGG. Finally, the bell rings and I rush for the door. I need to get out of here. I need to get to a rest room, so I can cum. “FUCKKKK ... get out of my way,” I think as I try to pass through the crowded hallway. There it is, the bathroom. I can see it ... It is so close ... I just need to get in a stall and relieve this desire that feels like it will make me explode. But just before I reach the door, I feel a strong hand grab my shoulder from behind.

The hand on my shoulder makes me spin around and then it pushes me against the wall near the bathroom door. My whole body feels like a live wire. I am so aroused and desperate and all I can think of, is the relief I am so close to. My breathing is so excited, I am almost panting. I look up with wild eyes to see who it is that stopped me so violently. It is Trevor, the guy who I thought really liked me, but jut played me in order to trick me into going to a football team party, where all of the players took turns using my mouth and my butt. It was the most humiliating experience of my life. But I am ashamed to admit, that it was also one of the most exciting.

“Hey Sam, you can’t go in there,” Trevor say, while pointing to the girls room, where I was heading. “I don’t care if you dress like a bitch, you ain’t one for real. I will make sure you get where you belong,” He tells me with an evil grin on his face. Then he pushes me along in front of him, toward the boys room. I blush in shame. Actually, the school administration made special allowance for me to use the girls rooms, after my public “outing” as a trans girl. However, I didn’t think it would be in my best interest to correct Trevor right now.

He pushes open the door with one hand, and shoves me inside with the other. I fall forward and would have fallen flat on my face, if Jason was not there to catch me. Jason is anther of the star football players, and also one of the many players to rape me on Friday night. When I look up into his eyes, I can tell immediately, that Trevor was not alone, in wanting to get me in this particular bathroom. And we are in fact, far from alone. I look to my right and left to see two more of my rapists.

I keep thinking of them as my rapists, even though I kind of came to grips with how strongly I responded sexually, to their treatment of me. I am suddenly overwhelmed by the realization that I am feeling that same strong response again. My GOD. I was already in a sexual frenzy and was needing to cum so desperately when I went to the bathroom. Now, I feel like I will cum explosively, from just the looks they are giving me now. I feel like I can’t even think, I am so overwhelmed with sexual excitement. I don’t know why I do it. Maybe I am on autopilot, but I just get down on my knees and wait for the first cock.

I don’t have to wait long. “DAMN, I knew this fag couldn’t wait to get another taste of my cock,” Jason says, as he pulls out his very impressive cock. It must be about 9 inches or so. I am mesmerized by it and take it in my small hands. I am amazed at how HUGE it looks in my small hands. It feels so hot, like it will burn me. It looks so yummy. I have to take it in my mouth ... I jump on it like I am starving and it is my favorite food. I realize suddenly that cock just may be becoming my favorite food. I have sure had more cock in my mouth in the last few weeks, than any other food. That’s for sure.

I am sucking and licking his big thick cock, as I stroke it with my hand ... SQUEEZING his heavy balls with my other hand. I hear him moan and a thrill of pride runs through me. When did I become THIS girl??? The one who sucks guys off in the bathrooms, and feels proud because she does it better than all the other girls. Who fucking cares????

Right now, I want to relish the feel of this amazing cock in my mouth. I feel him grab my head. He pulls me on his cock HARD. I feel his cock grow, then start to twitch, then spasm as he shoots shot after shot of cum into my throat. It is so much, I try to swallow fast, trying to keep from gagging. For some reason, I don’t want them to see me gag. I want them to all know how amazing I am at sucking cock.

“What the FUCK is wrong with me???” I think. Yesterday morning, I went to the club worried that I was gay because of how much I enjoyed my treatment at the hands of all those guys on Friday. Then, that night I am fucking Victoria and it feels indescribably great, so I realize I am not gay entirely. Now I am on my knees in the bathroom in bliss because I just proved that I am probably the best cock sucker in my high school.

These thoughts don’t last very long. In fact, they fly right out of my head, when the next cock appears in front of me, and I devour it like I did the last one. I get lost in the experience of this cock in my mouth. Who’s is it even? I didn’t even look up to see. All I care about is that it is another delicious cock for me to enjoy. My enjoyment is abruptly halted when the cock is suddenly pulled from my mouth.

I am sure I look like a fish out of water, sucking at the air, as I look up to see why the cock was taken away. Just then, I realize that the cock is shooting cum at my face. It hits me in the eyes and I blink them closed out of instinct. Then I feel the heat of more cum splashing on my cheek, my nose, my lips. I can’t see, but I reach my tongue out and lick the cum from my lips. It is so salty, but tasty. I smile, realizing how much I like this taste.

“See, look how much the fag loves your cum Dave. She really loves sucking cock too, that’s for sure,” someone says. I don’t know who of course, because I can’t fucking see right now ... But for some reason, I ignore the hateful slur, and only seem to hear that he called me “she”. “He called me SHE,” I think as I feel that thrill of electricity run through me.

For some reason this emboldens me and I say. “That’s right, SHE does love sucking cock ... So, who is next?”

I don’t have to wait long for an answer as I recognize Trevor’s voice say, “ME bitch ... I am next in that whore mouth.” Then I do in fact feel his big thick cock push DEEP into my whore mouth ... and I use my whore mouth on him so good, that I think his legs will give out when he cums so hard in my whore mouth.

After the last cock left my mouth, it suddenly got very quiet in the bathroom. I use my fingers to clear the cum from my sticky eyes and see that I am alone. For some reason, I am suddenly sad. There are no more cocks for me. Then I remember how fucking horny I still am, so I rub myself to orgasm right there, on my knees, on the floor, in the middle of the boys bathroom. And I don’t give a fuck if anyone comes in and sees me.

I realize that I want someone to see me. I realize I want EVERYONE to see me. I also realize that I want all of them to see me as SHE. It is in that moment, on my knees, in the boys bathroom, covered in cum, that I decide I want to do more to become the “She” that I feel I am meant to be. But what does this mean??? I realize that I need to rush down to consult with my closest confidents, my stripper family.

Chapter 2

After cleaning myself and fixing my clothes, I rush down to the club. It is still only about 4:30, so it is quiet at the club and I can get some quality time with my girls. As always, they are so amazing and sensitive, as they listen to my realization, that I want to do more than just dress as a girl. I explain that I want to feel like a girl. I want to be treated as a girl. I want to BE a girl.

Jasmine, ever the blunt one, comes right out and asks, “So, does that mean you are going to get that nasty thing between your legs cut off?” For those new to my story, Jasmine is one of my mother’s closest friends, and a dyed in the wool, man hating, lesbian.