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(Spoilers for CC Diaries 117)
Raychel’s NonTrad Life
“You AIN’T my mommy, BITCH!”
I can take care of myself, I’m old enough to have a cigarette and as much whiskey as I want. Passed around, just a holdover spot until the next thing: New house, new school, new boyfriend new girlfriend new clothes new BITCH! It just sucks, I’m not smart, fine, I choose violence, whatever, but I have my claws out for good reason. Men, and women, but their bravado, the stares, they disgust me… and sometimes I love disgusting things.
These light cigarettes are the only ones they sell here, and I already see why almost nobody smokes. They hit nice the first few, then its a lighter, slower burn until I just give up and toss it. Alcohol’s good, ‘Auntie’ keeps it wellstocked, but I’m kinda drinking it for show at this point. I just remember doing this wherever I went, finding a quiet place to look at the stars and be alone. It was my only escape from it all, the only constant, now its at least close to my current ‘home.’
“Hey Raychel!” My new ‘sissy’ is the perfect favored child, all her accomplishments and praise, and she acts like it’s someone else everyone just loved on.
“Not now Paiz, I…” I want to be alone, but even I want to make her happy. She didn’t do anything to earn my wrath, yet.
“It’s okay, I just came to give you a hug!” She just wraps me up from behind and my nonresistance is enough for her.
“See you broght the dogs.”
Most people have friends or followers, but Paisley’s entourage is just her 2 dogpeople. I honestly feel a little jealous that they’re so tight and always hang out, but I still get a little weirded out when I realize a person is just licking my hand or legs. Better trained than dogs at least, they don’t hump or whine, unless Paiz wants them to, and this time she senses somehow that I wanted some extra love.
“Oh, Hannah!” I yelp, she’s basically tackled me to lick and sniff me. “It’s nice to see you too, girl. Mm, Hannah, ptttww, Okay Hannah haha!”
“Ok Hannah, Raychel missed you too, come!” Her obedient doggie returns to her side after a sneaky last lick through her gagthing.
Her other pup is newer, but she loves them like she does me and our ANT Ophelia. They usually stay at the sorority house so it’s mostly just me and Leah, as she likes to be called. Sometimes MAID Misty will stop by like the separated mother making sure I’m not eating pizza every day, changing the sheets our taking the laundry, but she mostly ignores me. I may have been ‘preoccupying’ myself to avoid eye contact, but its a pattern that worked for me in the past. Usually I just pull out my phone and start scrolling or texting, but my mindless potstirring has gotten me into ‘trouble.’
BJ: Im in booth come join
Me: Oh shid had to walk dogs
BJ: Need addy?
Me: Omw
Shit, who’s this?
FK: Puulin up
FK: U rdy?
Me: Had 2 walk dogz almost there
FK: I c u
I look up, fuck, Fred the soccer guy is picking me up for the party that BJ the DJ is playing. My body is moving on its own as I set down the whiskey bottle on my way toward the headlights. Truthfully, the only thing better than a show, is a show I started. So I hop into the passenger seat with a dude I’ve been seeing for… I forget, but I recognize the benchseats. He takes in my mashup of stripper clothes under a tailored peacoat, littered with Paiz’s jewelry she keeps dumping on me. I look like a whore just raided Gucci, but I feel like Anna Wintor, or Auntie’s friend Ember: transcendent.
I guess I forgot, as I often do here, that I’m trans. I never had people chasing me before, unless it was a creeper or a closet homophobe hypocrite, but I haven’t seen a single person like that since my early acceptance to Course Correction. My whole group had a similar situation, the problem in our minds was the men, not like my sister Robbie or even Nala’s bf Leo. But the ones that always had to establish dominance, display their power in a world that has no need for that bullshit anymore. Politics or whatever, just excuses to flex big words or big dicks, but here they actually put their cocks on the line. Paiz definitely made waves with her victory, not as a tranual, or crossdresser, or biual demigirl… Just a girl, a special and beautiful woman with a little penis, and I get it.
The wandering hand on my fishnetted leg is lifeaffirming now, I never thought I’d say that, but I’m a y chick! My shiny panties aren’t ‘hiding’ a dick, I just like the way they look, and they match the flat bra. Paiz may have her genderaffirming regimens and hormones, but I’m not there yet, maybe I’ll just be like her dogfriends and keep myself in a feminine shape. Fred here seems to like it, and I’ve never seen him do this with a guy, so I can relax and feel like his hot bitch to show off at the oh shit!
“Who’s place is this?”
“Uhhhhhhh.” I know… He’s playing the music. “I think its Brian Jaakes’ house?”
“Oh, shit I know him.”
“Oh?” Fuck
“Nah, we just met at the game the other day.”
The atmosphere is soaked with , eyes are wide open here. Hooking up is what goes on in this house, no question. I’m definitely getting laid tonight, I don’t even mind the tent in my panties. An athlete double my size is letting me hold his arm as we walk through the door, his y arm candy, already vibing to the music in sync. I see at least 1 other like me, but they trade off with her like any other ‘hole’ here, actually quite popular. Massive dicks running a train on her front and back has me desperate to rip off my panties and lay down next to her, or on top of her, but I cling to my man (for the moment).
He’s wellliked and respected among the people here, but to me he’s just a cool dude, and I want him to fuck me. I hold his wrist and bring his arm around my torso, his hand holds my flat titty and plays with my nipple while he chats with his friends. Some of them have similar things going on, but I’m just melting under my man and his warmth, lights on or off, he is happy to hold me. The strobing and bass is hypnotic, and I remember why I approached BJ in the first place, and it looks like that’s where we’re headed.
I wanted this special feeling though, the one I never got and a slow song just came on, Auntie Leah says I should savor theses moments. I grab the other side of his jacket, pulling us close, and let myself sink into his chest. It’s just like I imagined, he wraps his arms around me, and just… holds me. Its at least a minute before we start swaying, moving to let ourselves know its real, and we’re alive. Not lovers or sweethearts, just hearts, hearing each other, sharing warmth, swaying. I look up at him and he locks eyes and smiles, and I close my eyes. His hand just cradles my head, not pulling, not getting the action he worked for, just holding me and letting me rest on his pecs again.
I’m so broken, I’m crying on this stranger’s shirt, but he’s happy to have me. The music changes and beat speeds up, but he just rocks with me at the pace I’m comfortable with. I’ve dipped my toes in the water, now I wanna dive in, so I give him the bedroom eyes. He chuckles, we take our time, but eventually we look for a nice open spot. It’s hot with this jacket on, I didn’t expect to wanna feel clothed so long, but I’ve had enough ‘growth’ for one day, time to have some fun.
“Here’s good I guess.”
We plop down behind the popular girl, her show is like a barrier between us and the rest of the party. We don’t need privacy, well maybe I do a little, we know what we came to do, like every one else here. The jacket is off and I’m already almost naked, ripping off a bandaid of my body dysmorphia. My bra is too y to take off, and it complements the fishnet tights that go up to my belly button, but the panties have been begging to meet my ankles. The slight tug they cause on my shins feels like shackles, the type Hannah wears for fun, and I love it almost as much as the netting gliding over my shifting legs. The little cock is just there, like a sign of my excitement, rather than my preference. But it’s not his reaction that was the problem. (I think he liked it)
“Oh shit, Raych?” The DJ has abandoned his post, but the music is still playing.
“Oh, you know each other?” Fred is starting to get it.
“Yeah, I been waitin’ for you to visit the booth.”
“Oh, really. Cuz I just drove us here.” Here we go, now I feel… “Why don’t we check it out?”
My dick is out and my other date just invited us to his private booth, and I guess we’re just gonna check it out. It’s not like my dick was hard or anything, I wasn’t gonna use it, but I had that static building up and it’s now been turned into an buzz as I pull up my panties. 2 cheerbois run by us with theirs out, lots of guys and gals have all their stuff out, so I just take my underwear back off like shoes, tying my hair into a ponytail with them. I almost wanna take off my shoes but then a freshly spilled drink on the floor reminds me oh he meant to pour it on that girls chest.
“Builder’s Union just renovated this whole place, check it out.”
BJ’s booth is like a glass chamber with all kinds off stuff that Auntie would gush over. My favorite feature was the table, a rising and lowering surface for his decks, with a cushioned area underneath. I was magnetically drawn to that spot, and they noticed, so BJ slid his finger up on a wall panel. The glass wall under the table went opaque, with pink underdesk lights welcoming me.
“You know if I didn’t know any better…”
“Say less”
“Rayray”
“Raych”
Biting my lip, I could only look at them both, but they weren’t even the slightest bit mad, or disappointed. So I reached over and slid my finger the rest off the way up the panel. The whole room was now hidden, a perfect place to have a 3way. They barely had to process before signaling “we’re good” with a fist bump, one of many signals Inara and Jada taught me at IKB, and my whole body was tingling.
Beanbags and ultramodern cushions were aplenty in here, so I picked something to get ‘EifelTowered’ on. My semihard dick stay encased in the fishnets as they were ripped open from behind, a jolt goes up my spine. The 2nd jolt becomes a quiver as the other rubs his hands up my back, snapping my bra before grabbing my pony tail. His cock is already out and much harder and bigger than mine, enticingly cleanshaven and a little sweaty. My licking lips are filled up and my tongue is zapped backward from the precum taste. I relax as the delicious head is pushed into my hungry mouth, and a spank sends a different color of lightning through me. I whimper around the dick I’m drooling on, and my body is a storm as I get opened up.
The cock in my mouth lets me catch my breath and the rest of my ass is stretched. Only a few slow pumps and I’m back to sucking as they pack me up. The cocks form a nice rhythm, the people outside are doing the same, we’re rocking this house and I’m literally feeling it. I still hear the slicking sounds and the vibrating of my moans and their grunts, sometimes a loud plop or an orgasmic choking gag breaks through like a thunderclap. They switch without incident, I’m glad I learned hygiene because now I’m tasting it mixed with his own musk. The pubes felt better on my ass, now they tickle my nostrils when I deepthroat him. His tight balls are nice though, I give them a nice licking and sucking when he pulls out to slow down.
They’re holding back! I’m a y vixen, and they want me, not just for a quick fuck, but a GOOD fuck! They can hold back, I get to let go and ride the lightning of my anal orgasms, now doubly intense from this feeling of acceptance. Trying to impress me, they pull out again, and I just keep shaking and twerking, plastered with dopamine. Reinserting for the final time, BJ sets the song to some “ual Healing” knockoff as he gets back up to speed. It’s a nice beat, really fun buildup, but the cymbal crashing was the perfect queue for us. Thrusting in for full force, baby, I can get used to this.
Writhing to the slow beat is giving my orgasm all these colors like Nala describes, or maybe it’s just the lights in our booth as I get rocked. It’s milky and sticky and my vision is blurry from the motion of being humped so hard. I feel my ponytail being yanked and I see Thor’s hammer, clamping down on the Excalibur inside my ass with all my strength. It’s electrocuting me, but it looks so pretty as the lights dance on the ceiling. No screaming, no wailing, just powerful hips vibrating against quivering asscheeks, he’s filling me up while cum covers my face. The pulsing is so deep it makes my own squirt through my tights. Now I know that feeling… ual healing.
E>
“So how was”
Me and Paiz are on my bed, playing with each other’s hair. My bedroom is filled with girly furniture that my Auntie helped me pick out, and my sissy is in my lap… Blisssss of normalcy, relaxing on my comfy pillows.
“Okay, you first.” I insist, curious about her training.
“It was good, Hannah says the Games are gonna be totally different this time, so I do 2on1’s with them now.” Paiz is the perfect little sissy, but we have definitely spent some very close nights together before she had her…pets. “Queenie is finally opening up a little, she even likes to use her thingy now, and Hannah is a TOTAL buttslut. I think I wanna use my run in the Games to get a dog park built. We always have so much fun at Eden.”
“Platinum Dog Park.” It’s her favorite color, just like her hair and mirror sunglasses. She loves everyone, but those 2, playing and humping in our backyard, are her world right now. Not a typical couple, but we weren’t a typical family, so we made it our own. She’s still beaming at the name, everyone thinks she’s so easy to please, but they don’t really understand. Paiz likes that I’m already onboard with her interests and ideas, she knows I want her to feel happy.
“Yeah, Platinum Park. Not too on the nose, but I can take a little credit I think, even if its the unions actually building it.”
“Those guys live for that shit, getting to boss each other around and get all sweaty. Then a Beta comes by just to ‘bring them refreshments’ in the middle of the day? Pshh, I honestly wouldn’t mind that if I was more confident about like, stepping up to lead every few days or whatever. I’ve only worked for ‘bosses’ and assholes that had like a hardheaded style of motivation. It sucked, but it’s hard to be in control. I don’t know how you do it sissy.”
“Well, ooh, can you do the Leiabraids? I have a weighin thingy later.” We’ve gotten good at compartmentalizing, that’s what Misty calls it, when Paiz is my sister, we’re cute sissies doing our nails and gossiping. When we’re playing ‘sleepover gone wild’ it’s a whole different energy, and right now she has me so locked into this braiding and chatting, she feels like home.
“Hold on, here pull it up on your phone. So you were” I’m gonna need a reference for this intricate pattern for her buttlength hair, oh, this’ll take a while.
“Oh yeah, I guess I needed Hannah for something, then we kinda became friends. And Queenie was just pledging when she fell into my lap, they seemed like a perfect pair. So I guess it just happened when I was ready. It just clicked, kinda like your legos. OH, what about facto? They just put stuff together, and you’d be surrounded with hunky guys like your FRIENDS, heehee.” I should have known she heard about that, but her joke is a way of letting me avoid the harder questions if I’m not comfortable with real stuff. I wonder if she even realizes what she’s doing.
“Maybe, we still have a while before we’re even sophomores. I like the idea though, just puttin’ stuff together.” I’m actually kind of creative, but I like the instructions and the way I can make my own mishmash creations when I eventually lose pieces in the moves. I can actually display them now, and my cool clothes and makeup! Paiz leans her head and I just give her shoulder a kiss, then rest my chin on her.
“Mm, I love you, sissy, You’re the best.” She purrs, and we rock together. I’ve sacrificed all my work on the braids to just hold her, and feel her. We’re shifting, the business is concluded, our dancing shoes are calling. For now we just cuddle, until she wraps her shiny fingers around my wrist and brings it to her tummy.
Paiz inhales sharply, the icy smile sent a spark into me. The swaying stops, she leans her head back and brings my hand down. She inhales again as I reach her clit, gathering breath before reaching behind my head. Her will pulls me into the kiss. Sweetly brushing, tasting, rubbing, her precum flows into my palm as she squeaks into my mouth. All that training to resist orgasming, its just as important to train for lovely, chill moments like this, and now I even feel helpful. That’s her biggest draw, she looks like she needs help for lithe, petite body, and the rewards are so sweet. We were barely in ‘sister mode’ for long because we hadn’t had time like this for a week, so we run to
Oh, right, Misty was visiting…
“Ladies” Misty is passing a joint to Auntie Leah, or Phe I guess when she’s high.
“You headed to the shower?” Our ANT asks, taking a long drag and holding. She sees our bobbing dicks and holding hands, so she blows out the smoke and starts talking halfway through. “It’s broke, guy’s checking it out right now.”
“Oh, let’s go to the the Bath!” Paiz loves that spa full of horny nudists, and she’s stayed squeaky clean as long as I’ve known her.
“Fuck it, I’m already naked.”
“Well I’d drive you silly girls but just, take a towel or something. For me, please.” Misty knows they have towels and there’s always people willing to donate clothes or give her a lift (with their cocks sometimes).
“You girls have fun, put on some of Misty’s bug spray.” Phe knows we know the drill, second green bottle, 2 sprays, biosphere sensi whatever.
Hopefully Auntie and Misty are getting some, they both need it. The Games brought out a side of them apparently, because they are talking like teenagers over the phone every night. It’s a lot more soothing than my previous caretaker’s form of income, but there’s no shame about being a stripper obviously. We had half of a hookup before something just ate at her, so we got drunk together and played beer pong, then cried on the bathroom floor while I held her hair. Something or someone hurt her way worse than Misty, even Paiz has no idea what it is, but dancing and being an exclusive, eyesonly draw is not working for her like it used too.
“You, uh, wanna bring the dogs?” I ask, we’re tying some grey towels over our chests and stepping into comfy shoes.
“Hm, nah, lets have sissy time together.” Paiz picks up my intention and I feel a wash of relief and horniness.
I love holding hands in the afternoon sun together as we giggle and chat, and I love our doggie sisters, but I’m still kinda getting used to this much freedom. I can already picture us doing a cheerboi routine together, but right now we have a growing, passionate, multilayered bond. Paiz is a celebrity among celebrities here, her cop glasses are bouncing the praises and cheers right back with her dainty fingerwaves. Heads turn and I’m surprised the mountains don’t too, I’d build a handlaid, brick path under her feet for the chance to see her toes while I work.
Fittingly, they have such a thing in the first room past the threshold. Some huge dude was naked in the fancy chair with an equally impressive woman on his lap, Hercules and Athena in all their glory, they waved us through with hardly a glance. Paiz has a dedicated box with pressed, folded clothes in it, she must have a habit of doing this, like the way she stands on the little foot prints. She removes her towel and stretches, feeling all the stares and absorbing the energy, I totally see what Nala was afraid of now. The steam makes her body glow with platinum rays, ooh, good name for our band!
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