I found that when they would say something, I would try it. Clipping my nipples. Wearing my panties to work. Wearing my panties in the shower and piss...ing them. Taking them off and holding them to my mouth and nose. Sucking on my pissy panties. I would do it all. And then jerk off. One man said he owned me and I was to eat my cum every time I came. He stopped talking to me but I kept eating it. It went on like that for a while. I was a panty wearing cum eating want-to-be Sissy boy. Two years. After he left, has not talked to me or called me in almost a year, we used to talk regularly. She came to me once after few months of that incident and told me that she is depressed and she doesn't know how she feels. I confronted her several times about that night, but she denied everything. I had no proof, i didn't see her, but I had that gut feeling,,, damn If I had only woke up,,, fuck me,, as Ben stiller said in one of his funny movies ( i cannot remember the name of it). So i always think. I wish I could go back and actually try to be social instead of being secluded.Breaking my train of though I turned off my phone through which Gwen dumped from over text. I moved to the bathroom of my good sized dorm which I shared with Ted but he was out right now probably banging another nerdy chick. Looking in the mirror I saw my face for the ten billionth time in my life and sighed at my saddening appearance. Through my not getting much with studying I have not gained any fat or muscle on. Mother looked in his direction and said “cutlery then…” he stood rather reluctantly and she instantly saw the tent in his trousers, turning from him to tend the meal glad of the excuse, but amazed at that tent-pole and its size, it having been a while since she had seen it and then never rampant like it was now. Should she be flattered, or annoyed she wondered, never dreaming Maud`s thong had been the cause this time. She began to serve the food as he laid the table and slid gratefully behind.