Basic Bitches Don't Fall Out The Sky Ya Know

 


Back in High School I was the big hope of my working class family from a sketchy part of Baltimore, when I received a scholarship to an Elite Prep School where practically every boy got into an Ivy.
But my new dorm mates didn't wanna be usurped by White Trash, so pretty soon I had like no real boy clothes, was being force fed Estrogen and T Blockers and was spending more time in the salon than a Trophy Wife.

A super Tough Townie who came to my rescue finally when I was crying like a Bitch in a local diner, I was distraught I'd not got a hard on in months and was as weak as a lil girl now. The 'mones made me a total Drama Queen about lil things too. 
I stopped getting beatings from the other Boys, they might as well has been Dan's tween Sisters the way a real Stud put these Blue Blood Snobs in their place. They were scared to look at me funny, did all my chores, submitted to spankies out of fear and would greet me with the most pathetic curtsies. It was lovely.

It's just like whenever I asked about getting back in boy appropriate clothes, even real masc pants, putting my make up brushes down and getting orf the estrogen. He'd get in such a mood with me.

I guess he just rally liked me all Girlie Girl and I was obvs rally grateful to him for taking care of me,  So like I got over my silly male ego and about how I'm straight or whatevs. He treated me so well I fell for him. 
He makes good money now and totally helps my Mom and Sister. So they've stopped calling me a failed male coward and have been way supportive and we've got closer than ever.
I still cringe inside thinking about the old me, when I'm working on looks in the same labels as my Former Bullies Stuck Up Society Moms. But it's not as humiliating looking cute for the Man you love and sex is so much more romantic with just the one Real Man, not the Lacrosse team forming a queue.


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