Totem Pole

 

In My Privileged Elite social circle there was always a whirlwind of divorces. Like all my friend's Fat Cat Dads were onto their 2nd or 3rd hot younger wives.

These High Maintenance Gold Diggers mostly showed a complete disinterest in their new Step Kids, regarding us only as a nuisance or obstacle to their new lives of leisure and materialism.

Deborah was only disinterested in the idea of me with masculinity. With my half brother on the way and my Dad conned into thinking I wanted my Extreme Feminization, which cost him a fortune, she has totally improved her position in the family.

But she took serious glee into turning a Regular Young Man into exactly the type of Forced Femboi Starlet she could find fun. She insisted I was goin strictly Boys Only in my dating life, I guess my Father couldn't have had a lower opinion of his son by then anyway but I was so scared bout it. I had a major sissy hissy fit, she didn't even get mad she found it pure lols.

Debbie assured me, after a sedative shot, that as I got more Femmy looking, embraced my spoiled Girlie Girl lifestyle, as the Therapy changed my sexuality and especially when the 'mones n meds finally took away my pesky boners for good. I'd be able to deal with my new sexual identity much better and soon be happy as a lark with Studs and bound to fall in love with a man.

I do feel like a complete Subby Bitch with my limp shrinking weeny, giving up the goods to my new man Trent. I've been goin steady with him for a lil while, gorgeous completely my new type. I still had my post emasculation crying jags and tantrums but I was getting the hang of being a Real Man's well behaved GF.

But Trent he takes not being a simp to an extreme, he's withholding, a man of few words, rarely impressed and so not one for over praising or praising at all TBH. When I made him bacon, eggs and pancakes in bed with a big pot o' coffee when Trent came home supes hung over from a drug bender, I didn't hear from him for days.

I got too giddy, he patted me on the head and told me I was 'A Good Girl'. I was lucky I had my oversize fluffy bathrobe on, not one of my DTF flirty Babydolls. It gave me one of the stiffest but definitely teeniest boners I'd ever had in my life. Way humiliating that speck of praise from a surly Thug meant so much to me.

It had been ages since anything like that, I guess my Ditzed up new brain must rally love this Bad Boy but does he love me enough to put up with a Dollyboi GF who get's wood over him? I need to discuss it with my Therapist but she tells my Step Mommy everything anyway.

"Sure I got time for a chit cat Muffy. It's important, huh? Honey aaaaww I'd love us become way closer, it just makes sense right your Daddy is too ashamed to talk to you, look at you or do much but pay your couture tabs. Now your Mom she's is a Selfish whore, who pops more pills than you do, you deserve better.

Cuddle up close with Mommy, Dear, I love you as a Femmy Princess, I'm as proud of my creation as your Pops is mortified. Go ahead Cry Baby. You can tell Mommy literally anything..."