Sissy Boy (ManxBoyxBoy) ⎰⛑⎰

8. αв∂ι¢αтισи

~Giving up power to you is so natural to me, I feel like I don't even have to try. It's obvious to me that this is where I belong.~

A S H T O N

I couldn't get Blake out of my head. I bet that is because he absolutely made me crazy. I hadn't been able to think about anything but him taking me to get a collar later today. I'd told my mom that he was taking me to the mall, and when she said that she would've taken me if I had of asked, I told her that it was lame to go somewhere with your parents. She merely smirked and rolled her eyes at me.

I'd ran up the stairs and taken a shower, pulling out a pair of the panties I'd bought myself. I only had two pairs, because I didn't wear them often. I had washed them both, because I knew that I'd be wearing them a lot. I loved how it felt to have them on under my pants, feeling like I've got a dirty little secret... that turned me on. I guess it's because I've always been 'good' and 'pure' so having something this... taboo... this dirty...

I shivered. I looked over myself after I got dressed, and pulled my long blonde hair up into a bun. I couldn't help but admire how feminine I looked.

I smiled a bit and tugged on the tee that I'd bought and couldn't deny that I really did look like a girl. Most boys took after their fathers in the looks department, but I took after my mother. I'm short, thin, and a bit curvy. I'm barely a hundred and five pounds, but my hips are bit wider, making my body look like that of a girl.

I shook my head and looked over myself, contemplating putting on makeup. I couldn't help but grab a tube of lip gloss and apply it lightly to my lips. I knew that I couldn't really wear makeup because my moms home, but if she asked I could just say my lips were chapped.

Of course they weren't, but she didn't know that. I took better care of my body than she did, and it was weird to say that.

I applied moisturizer, shaved my body hair, and kept the dead ends off my hair. I had taken pride in my appearance because it was the only thing my parent's couldn't control. I can look as girly as I want, and they never commented.

I learned how to manipulate my parents at a young age, had gotten close to them and been their good boy so that when this time came, they'd possibly not take it so bad. I mean, it's not like I expected them to suddenly be changed as people, but I hoped that they didn't go all 'BURN THE GAYS' on me.

I sighed and looked out the window, seeing Blake's jeep parked in front of my house, and I gasped, looking over myself in the mirror quickly. I ran down the stairs, grabbing my backpack. "Bye mom! See ya later!" I called, and ran out to his jeep.

I stood outside of the jeep until he nodded his head and I hopped in, pulling the buckle around me. I stopped, and watched as he nodded at me. I buckled it up and looked down at my lap, shy. "Hello, love." Blake said as I sat there beside him blushing brightly.

"Hello Master." I whispered, and he smirked at me. I blushed as I realized that I just made it pretty clear that I did some research on this. I mean, I guess that was understandable, but still it was embarrassing.

"How was your night?" He asked me, and I shrugged, chancing a glance up at him. "Mine was rather uneventful." He said and looked over at me and took my hand without asking. I giggled a bit, and blushed as I realized that I giggled.

"I was bored, mostly." I admitted. "I did some research, and I found some stuff out." I said, feeling safe as we pulled out onto the main road. He nodded, and glanced over at me, but keeping his eyes on the road for the most part.

"Did you come across anything you'd like explanation for?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Well, collaring... that's a sign of control right?" I asked, and he nodded. "From what I read, it was for more permanent couples?" I asked, and he nodded.