Gianna 844-332-2639 ext 355
The FFA used to stand for Future Farmers of America. It’s a high school career organization that focuses on agriculture education. It teaches students positive leadership and work skills. Over the years, it slowly became a female-dominated program until it was exclusively for young girls. This year they officially changed the name of their organization to Feminine Farmers of America but it seems like Aaron’s career counselor didn’t get the memo!
Madison (a.k.a. Bratty Maddi) 1-844-332-2639 ext 359
Something that gets me going is submissive sissy sluts. I think it’s cute and kinda hot when you, my sissy whore rub your clit stick for me….giggle. I’d love send you on a shopping spree to upgrade you undergarments and get a whole bunch of girlie panties from VicSec. You know exactly what will happen once you go shopping and splurge on panties, I will make you wear them every day and all day long.
Since you can’t get enough of this bratty teen domme, you will let me humiliate you as I giggle in your face. Maybe I’ll even come up with sissy tasks for you on a daily basis and get you to get me regular updates…..giggle.
Gianna 844-332-2639 ext 355
Aaron attends a private school with an old tradition where the Senior girls feminize the Freshman boys for homecoming week. Super sexy Jillian was the most popular girl in the Senior class. She ended up becoming Aaron’s “Big Sister” which means that she was in charge of making him into a passable teen girl for the next week! On Friday when the partners were announced, Jillian approached Aaron and gave it to him straight. “Your sissy ass is coming home with me after school, your Mother already knows. You won’t be a sissy once I’m done with you though. You WILL pass as a girl!”
I love being a college slut! At first, I thought college would be hard, but I’m enjoying it! There are so many selections when it comes to fuck buddies that it’s like I’m in a candy store. Sometimes every night it’s a new guy. I grew up in the church, so course I had take a vow of celibacy until I was married, but fuck that. I knew that my cunt needed to be fucked. The promise ring was just something I wore to appease my parents.
They didn’t know that their sweet, innocent Faith was sucking cock in her closet. Nor did they know how deviant I was when I had sleepovers, and girlfriends and I would lock the door, get naked and eat each other’s pussies in a daisy chain. They definitely didn’t know that we taped it too for kicks to sell to sick fucks for things our parents wouldn’t pay for.
Gianna 844-332-2639 ext 355
I sometimes volunteer at a local high school as a Teacher’s Assistant. My college offers credit for doing community service internships like that. I worked for a Math teacher and was tasked with the role of overseeing the Mathletes. The team was made up of four boys and one shy nerdy girl named Claire.
The team did well all year and made it to regionals but we found out that they enforced a new rule about gender ratio. There needed to be at least two girls on the team but ours only had one! I decide to take on a force feminization project to make Aaron into a girl so we could compete!
The soft sounds of music reached your ears as you strolled past our open doors. The succulent scents of hair products drew you into our pretty pink salon. We greeted you with sweet smiles and ushered you into a chair. There was no one else in the salon at the moment and all of our TEEN DOMME ATTENTION was on you, not that you’d taken notice yet of course.
Chelsea and I shared secret giggles and glances knowing we had plotted earlier to turn our next client into a beautiful girl. I raked my fingers through your hair as you leaned back in the comfy chair and began to notice how pink and frilly everything around you was.
“No.” He protests for the sixth time. “I don’t need diapers!” My sultry giggle tickles his ears and I watch him visibly shiver. He keeps saying no, but I know he means yes. He needs his diapers as much as he needs me.
“Come on, Silly baby.” I tease him while grabbing his wrist and guiding him down a long hall, to the very last door. I pull a necklace from between my TITS, a shiny key dangles from the end. I slip the key into the locked door and push it open.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
How would you feel if you had to go through an entire day wearing panties? Going to the office, sitting in a meeting, out for drinks with friends or maybe even a date…
It would be nerve-racking and thrilling all at the same time wouldn’t it? How about if you had to do something more risky the next day? And the day after that…
I lean forward, lips parted slightly, and I kiss the tip of your little cock. It perks up at the attention, and I can’t help but grant it more. I lick it, tasting the soft skin as I take you into my mouth. You let out a surprised gasp, and I look up to see you lifting your skirt and watching me suck your dick. I smile up at you, the small member still in my mouth, and I continue to tease you with my tongue. It dances and slides all over you, and your face is turning red as you fight to stay still.
I suck on your dick, pulling back as I do and tugging slightly, and when I pull back far enough it comes out with a POP! Then I dip my head under your hardening penis, and you almost lean forward to try and find me. Then you feel my tongue glide along your nut sack, and you moan loudly.
It had started out as a normal Sunday afternoon for two high school students; my parents were out, and my older brother, Jake, was downstairs in the basement, playing video games. We were alone in my bedroom, as it often was–except now we were seated on my bed and avoiding eye contact. I could tell something was off with you while you stared into my open closet, trying to avoid whatever topic you were hoping to avoid. Oh no you don’t! I growled.
“What’s up, Jason? You seem like something’s wrong, or like there’s something you wanna talk about?” I watched as your eyes widened slightly at my probing, so I continued. “Is there something you wanna tell me?” After a moment of silence, you nodded. “Well, what is it? Tell me!”