There was a shower in the bathroom, which was good, because once I was done barfing my guts out I really felt like I needed to clean myself off. I was still sticky from stupid Karl’s stupid beer attack, and sweaty as all hell too, and even though I was sure I didn’t get any puke on me I still felt disgusting. Nick insisted on staying in the bathroom just in case I suddenly passed out, but I made him face the opposite direction while I showered. I struggled out of my dress, took off the undergarments which had seemed so sexy when I put them on but now just felt embarrassing, and sadly detached the breastforms from my chest. I let the shower wash away the grime of the night, as well as the remnants of my makeup and any st remaining trace of dignity I had left.

  I didn’t feel nauseous anymore, but I still felt sick. I tilted my head back, letting the water fill up my mouth like I was trying to drown, I was so stupid. This whole party had been a fucking mess. Just thinking about it made me cringe. Tonight was supposed to be about taking control of my life, but all I had done was let other people push me around. Duni, Michael, Karl, Nick. What was my big achievement tonight? Letting a bunch of gross frat guys feel me up? Making out with a girl to get male attention? Fshing my panties for free beer? Way to go, Nikki, you feminist hero. Miel would be so proud.

  I spat the water out bitterly, then repeated the process a few times, clearing the gross taste from my mouth. The frat guy had a bottle of 12-in-1 Men’s Cleaning Liquid, and I set to work. I wanted to be as clean as possible, inside and out. Right now I just felt dirty. I came to the party with two goals: look pretty and lose my virginity. Well, having sex was definitely off the table, and I felt less pretty than I ever had.

  I finished my shower, towelled off and patted my hair dry with the frat guy’s towel, which was probably infested with some bacteria that had never before been discovered by science. It was hard to care.

  “You good?” said Nick, still facing away.

  “I’ll live,” I sighed, “Can I have some space? I promise I won’t pass out.”

  “Alright, I’ll wait in the bedroom.”

  Nick left and I got dressed again, slipping my breast forms into my bra with resignation. They wouldn’t be enough to make me look like a girl again, but what else was I gonna do with them?

  I went to leave, then stopped myself. I shouldn’t bother, but… part of me still hoped there was some trace of the beautiful girl I had been for a few brief, shining moments. I turned to the mirror, heart heavy with dread.

  I didn’t see a girl.

  I didn’t see a boy, either.

  What I saw looked more like a drowned rat. Or a drowned cat, considering the ears.

  Tears pricked at my eyes and I turned away again, storming out of the bathroom. All I wanted to do was leave this stupid party, yell at Mateus if I bumped into him on the way out, and go back to my dorm to sleep.

  Nick was sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. He had pulled the rest of the foil off his prosthesis, returning it to its usual too-pale, too-small appearance. I gred at it. Stupid thing. Stupid Nick. He wasn’t even wearing a costume anymore, he was just a guy with sungsses on top of his head. I sniffed, and he looked up. I braced for another petty, cruel remark, knowing that whatever it would be, I probably deserved it.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I burst into tears. God damn it. God fucking damn it! Why was I such a wreck? Why did tonight have to go so wrong?

  “Oh, fuck,” Nick said, awkwardly, “Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

  I wiped my eyes, trying to hold back tears. I started towards the door, but I took a bad step, my ankle buckled and my stupid little heels tilted me sideways. I tumbled forwards and nded in Nick’s p. The tears kept coming.

  “Shit,” Nick tried to steady me, but my body was shaking too much, “What’s wrong?”

  “F-fucking everything!” I sobbed, “I’m so f-fucking stupid and ugly and useless.”

  “Hey,” Nick soothed, “That’s not true. Well. I mean. You’re not ugly.”

  I sobbed harder, “I just w-wanted to feel like a f-fucking g-girl for once.”

  “Uh. Fuck,” Nick patted me on the back, “I mean, you look like a girl. All my friends thought you were a girl. Except Karl, obviously, but…”

  I thunked my head against Nick’s chest. Thunk, thunk, thunk.

  “Jesus, Nikki, can you stop that?”

  “That’s not my name,” I whined.

  “For fuck’s sake. Dom,” said Nick. I couldn’t help but smile, just the tiniest little bit, at him giving in like that. I rested my forehead against his chest and wiped my eyes again. Nick sighed, “Did someone say something to you? The fucking banana asshole?”

  “No,” I mumbled.

  “What is it, then?”

  I closed my eyes, “I’m so stupid.”

  “Yeah, but why do you think that?” said Nick.

  Oh, fuck. I started crying again. Of all the dumb things I had done tonight, one stood above the rest.

  “Dom?” said Nick.

  “N-Nick,” I sobbed, “I told th-this girl that I’m transgender.”

  “Oh,” Nick said, “Okay. Shit. Do you know her name? I can go find her, and tell it was a joke, or you lost a bet, or…”

  “No!” I sobbed.

  “No?” Nick said quietly.

  “No,” I whimpered, “I don’t want to.”

  Nick hesitated.

  “So… are you?”

  I pressed my face against his chest. It was solid and warm, even if it was part of a jerk.

  “I don’t know,” I murmured, “I guess so.”

  “Damn,” said Nick, “Okay. Cool. That’s cool, Dom. Uh. Congratutions.”

  “Thanks,” I said softly.

  “Does anyone else know?”

  I grimaced, “Just her. And you, now.”

  “Wow,” he said. He rubbed my back soothingly, “Okay. So, uh. Why the fuck did you tell some random girl at a party instead of your fucking friends?”

  “I don’t know!” I snapped, “I didn’t want it to be a whole big thing, okay!”

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, “Yeah, the way you went about it tonight was clearly chill as fuck.”

  I wiggled around on his p, sitting upright so I could gre at him. Nick’s body tensed as I moved.

  “Can you stop being an asshole for like one second?” I said, “I just fucking came out to you! Why the fuck are you criticizing me?”

  “You just said you didn’t want it to be a big fucking thing!” Nick protested.

  “That doesn’t mean you have to be a dick!” I pouted. I sat back on his p, jabbing a finger into his chest, “And you better not fucking tell anyone, okay? I’m not ready to be out-out yet.”

  “Why the fuck would I tell anyone?” said Nick, “I’m not the fucking Little Dom Weekly News! Hey, you gonna fucking change your name now?”

  “Oh you’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you?” I sneered. I shoved his chest, momentarily forgetting how big and strong he was. Mostly it just pushed me further back on his p. I wriggled forward again so I wouldn’t fall off. “Of course that’s your first fucking concern. I just shared a huge personal breakthrough with you, and immediately you’re trying to spin it so you can steal my fucking identity.”

  “It’s my identity!” said Nick, “Why do you wanna be called Dominic anyway? You’re a fucking woman!”

  I tried to keep up my gre, but being called a woman, even looking as bedraggled as I knew I was right now, really perked me up. I rocked back on his p again, crossing my arms.

  “Oh, so you think because I’m a woman, I have less of a right to…” I trailed off. Something was poking uncomfortably into the underside of my thigh. Was that Nick’s phone? No, his phone was right there on the bed. So what was…

  Oh my fucking god.

  “Nick!” I yelled, “Are you fucking hard right now?”

  “Fuck off!” said Nick, “It’s your fucking fault! You were wiggling around on it!”

  “I was crying, you fucking sadistic freak!” I scoffed, “What the fuck is actually wrong with you?”

  “There’s nothing wrong with me!” Nick protested, “There’s a fucking girl dressed like a french maid sliding around on my dick! What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

  “I’m dressed like a cat now, idiot,” I said, “Don’t you see the fucking ears?”

  “Yeah, fuck I’m a fucking dipshit, I guess!” Nick threw his arms in the air and fell backwards onto the bed, “Can you get off my fucking dick now?”

  I huffed and folded my arms. Stupid Nick. Such a freak. A smiled tugged at my lips again. Stupid Nick already thought of me as a girl, and apparently it was turning him on.

  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I said in a low, sultry voice. I rocked my hips against him, grinding against his stiff, trapped dick. Nick gasped and looked up, locking eyes with me. I smirked, “I bet you really want me to get off your dick. Or would you rather I get you off with your dick?”

  “Stupid fucking joke,” Nick muttered, but his left hand reached for my ass, slipping up under my skirt and squeezing my soft cheek through my panties. I hissed and kept rubbing up against his hard cock through his jeans.

  “Such a dumb, horny boy,” I murmured, “You act like you’re so much better than me, but you’d do anything for me to suck your cock again right now, wouldn’t you?”

  “Fuuuck,” Nick sighed, “Keep fucking riding me, you little bitch.”

  I frowned, “I don’t like that word.”

  “Bitch?” said Nick.

  I nodded, pressing my little bulge up against his long, thick cock.

  “It feels sexist now that I’m a girl,” I said.

  “Fuck,” Nick said, “Keep riding me, you fucking… brat?”

  I grinned, “That works.”

  I picked up the pace and Nick groaned. His other arm reached up, and I felt a dull pressure against my chest, like Nick was trying to push me off of him. I looked down, and saw that he was pawing at my boob with his prosthetic hand.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I said.

  “What does it look like, idiot?” said Nick, “I’m feeling your tits.”

  “My fake tits? With your fake hand?” I said, “How stupid are you? That’s not doing anything for either of us!”

  “It’s fucking visually stimuting!” said Nick. His dick was still hard, pressing up between my soft thighs, “It’s like forepy or something!”

  “Oh, forepy? You want to fuck me?” I scoffed, “Or are you just gonna stick a dildo in a fleshlight and call it a night?”

  “I’m tryna be fucking nice!” said Nick, “I thought it would help you feel like they’re real!”

  “If they were real I’d be able to feel it, dipshit!” I snapped, “All you’re doing is reminding me they’re not real!”

  “Fine! Take them off, then!” said Nick.

  “I will!” I got off his p and struggled out of my dress, standing before him in just my heels, stockings, and lingerie. Nick’s jaw dropped and I rolled my eyes, “Make yourself useful and help me with my bra, okay?”

  “Fuck, can’t you do anything for yourself?”

  “Do you want to fuck me or not?” I snapped.

  Nick gred at me, then got off the bed and spun me around. I waited for him to fumble with my bra, but in a split second he had already unhooked it.

  "What the fuck?" I said. I took my bra off, pulling the breastforms away from my chest. I turned to Nick "How did you do that?"

  "You just have to pinch it," he said. He held up his hand and mimed the action, "It's easy."

  "Wow," I said, "You don't fuck around when it comes to undressing a girl."

  "No shit," he growled.

  Nick was looming over me, swaying a little. Huh. With all the chaos, and how much I had been drinking, I hadn’t picked up on the fact that Nick was pretty drunk himself. He was staring pretty intently at my chest. I blushed. I had seen Nick shirtless dozens of times, but this was the first time it had ever been the other way around. Now he could see, really see, just how ft-chested and boyish I looked. I folded my arms across my chest defensively, my padded bra still hanging from my left hand.

  "You don't have to fucking stare at me like that," I said.

  Nick reached out and put his hands on my upper arms. He pulled my right arm away from my chest. I let my left arm fall to my side and dropped my bra. Nick kept holding me, his prosthetic hand cool against my bare skin, and leaned forwards, lips slowly parting. I froze. He wasn't going to fucking kiss me, was he?

  No. He wasn't. He leaned further down and slowly dragged his tongue across my right nipple. I gasped. Goosebumps raced across my skin.

  “Oh my god,” I murmured, “That’s… ah… that’s actually pretty good.”

  Nick stopped licking me and looked up with a gre, “You don’t gotta say it like it’s a big fucking surpise.”

  “Shh,” I said, “Keep licking, bitch.”

  “Oh, so you still get to say it?”

  “Uh-huh,” I smirked, “Back to work.”

  Nick rolled his eyes but obliged, licking my nipple again, sucking on it, even biting it a little. I gasped and whimpered as electric thrills raced through my body. Fuck, I had enjoyed sucking Nick’s cock, but this was something completely new. I never thought I would like Nick going down on me (it still didn’t sound appealing), but having him pleasure my body like this was pretty fucking incredible. It was definitely a much better way to use his mouth than talking was.

  Nick wrapped his arms around my waist. I shivered at the feel of them against my naked skin, the warm muscle and cool pstic of his mismatched forearms. He switched to my other nipple, nipping at it with his teeth.

  “Fuck,” I gasped, “Oh fuck, Nick. Are we doing this?”

  He looked up, “Doing what?’

  I sighed with exasperation, “Having sex, idiot.”

  “Fuck,” he said, “You wanna?”

  “Nooo,” I groaned, “As you can see I’m not fucking horny at all right now. Yes I want to!”

  “Such a fucking brat,” Nick muttered, then he grunted as he clinched his arms tight around my waist and lifted me up off the floor. I shrieked as he carried me to the bed and id me down on my back.

  “A little fucking warning?” I said.

  “Shut up,” Nick muttered. He whipped off his shirt, not bothering to undo the buttons, and started working at his fly. I waited patiently as he fiddled with the button with one drunk hand. He was clearly not quite as good with buttons as he was with unhooking bras. Priorities, priorities.

  I rubbed my legs together as I y in bed, enjoying the feeling of silky stockings sliding against each other, and the sight of Nick’s toned torso. He had such a hot body. Shame about his broken brain. He eventually managed to get naked, then hunted through his jeans for his wallet.

  “Tonight’s on the house,” I said drily.

  “Fuck off,” Nick said, “I’m getting a condom.”

  “Oh. Good idea.”

  Hmm. That was a good point, actually. I had experimented with my ass a little over the past few months, and thankfully I had cleaned myself very thoroughly in the shower just now, but I wanted my first time to be as comfortable as possible. I rolled over onto my hands and knees, arching my back until I heard an appreciative grunt from Nick, then searched through the frat guy’s bedside cabinet. Score – he had lube. I squirted some into my hand, then paused.

  “Nick,” I said.

  “What?”

  “Take my panties off for me,” I said sweetly.

  “Fucking hell,” he muttered, but he did as he was told. I wiggled my ass for him as he tugged my panties down my thighs. I rolled over and raised my legs, pointing my toes like a ballerina so he could take them off. In this position, my own little dick was exposed, which made me feel a little weird. Nick didn’t seem to mind, though. And oh, holy shit, his own dick was right there for me to see, and there was really no comparison.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, “That’s going in me.”

  Nick grinned, rolling the condom over the tip of his dick. This was something else he was very adept at doing with one hand. What a slut.

  I worked some lube into myself, smirking up at him. He pulled off his prosthesis and set it on the bedside cabinet, along with the sock he wore underneath it. He shuffled into position, leaning over me, steading himself with his hand on the mattress next to my head. He exhaled slowly, His breath smelled like beer, but mine probably smelled even worse.

  “You sure about this?” he said.

  I hesitated. Did I really want my first time to be with Nick Lane?

  His cock bumped against my thigh, feeling like a burning iron rod. Another wave of goosebumps rushed through me.

  Fuck it. There would be a second time. I’d make that one special.

  “Put it in,” I said.

  Nick frowned, “I can’t just put it in. It’ll hurt.”

  “Oh fuck off,” I said, “I’m not a complete fucking wimp. I can handle it.”

  “Alright” Nick shrugged a shoulder, “But I still can't put it in.”

  I almost told him off again, until I caught the tone in his voice and understood what he meant. His hand was still next to my head, holding himself in position, his strong, fit body blocking out the light. I took a deep breath and reached for his cock, shivering a bit as I felt it pulse against my palm. It felt strange, through the rubbery texture of the condom, but it was still burning hot, hard, and straining to be inside me. My breath quickened as I guided it into position.

  “I’m really doing this,” I whispered.

  “It's okay,” Nick said gently, “I've done this a bunch of times. I’ll go real slow for you.”

  It should’ve been reassuring, but all it did was remind me of how passive I had been all night.

  “Change of pns,” I said, “Get on your back.”

  “What?”

  “On your back!” I snapped, “We’re doing this my way, or not at all.”

  Nick grunted but rolled off me. I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist, and got another handful of lube ready. Better safe than sorry. I reached behind me and stroked his dick a few times, making sure it was as slippery as possible, then pulled it back into position, jabbing in between my soft cheeks.

  “That's right,” Nick breathed, “Take my fucking cock.”

  I looked down at him. There he was, the same stupid jerk who had been tormenting me all semester, naked and eager, his body dark and manly and powerful, his eyes burning with lust as he took in my soft, feminine form. He was going to fuck me.

  No.

  I was going to fuck him.

  He was so tall, so athletic, his body sculpted for peak performance. But right now, he was id out helplessly underneath me, letting me push him around, position him right where I wanted. For the rest of the night, the only thing he would use his powerful body for was bringing me pleasure.

  “That's right, Nick,” I purred, “Give me that big, stupid dick.”

  I rexed my muscles as best I could and pressed down onto the head of his cock.

  “Oh, fuck. Mmf. Fuuuuuck.”

  This was harder than I thought. Oh, god. He was thick. Was he this thick when I blew him?

  “Fuck yes, Nikki,” Nick hissed.

  “Shut up, Nick!” I whined. I exhaled and pressed down again, and slowly, steadily, I felt his cock stretch me open. I whined softly as I sank down deeper, deeper, deeper…

  It took a while, it hurt more than I hoped, and it wasn't totally dignified. But before long, I had the whole thing inside me. Well, most of it, anyway. Enough that I was basically sitting on Nick’s p. He shifted underneath me and his cock pressed against my insides.

  “Fuuuuuck,” I moaned, “Okay, shit. I see why Karl put up with you.”

  “Can you not fucking– oh, fuck…” Nick hissed, “Time and fucking pce.”

  I smirked. Shakily. Okay, yeah, maybe not the best thing to talk about in this situation. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me a sick satisfaction to be fucking Nick so soon after Karl accused me of trying to steal him.

  I didn't need to steal anything. Whatever I wanted was mine for the taking.

  I raised myself up slowly, moaning at the feeling of Nick's thick, lubed cock sliding against me, the fat head dragging against my walls. It caught against something inside me and I gasped at the pulsing, electric feeling. I had read about this. My g-spot, or p-spot, or whatever you called it. He was pressed up against it, and it was sending the most amazing, blissful pressure radiating out along my stiff little leaking dick.

  “Oh my god, Nick,” I whined, squeezing my eyes shut right in the throes of ecstacy. I shifted the slightest bit, rubbing myself against him, “Oh my god!”

  “You like that?” Nick gasped.

  I opened my eyes, "Obviously I fucking like it! I wouldn't be moaning and squirming if I didn't like it!”

  “No shit!” said Nick, “It wasn’t a genuine question!”

  “Then stop saying stupid shit and just fuck me!” I said.

  “Fine!” said Nick, and he grabbed my right hip and pulled me down on his cock.

  My ass spped against his p and his whole huge cock rammed up inside me.

  “Oh my god!”

  I just about cried, from the shock and the impact and the fact that it felt so, so fucking good. If pressing against my p-spot felt like a blissful pressure, this felt like an explosion, like a jolt of electricity rushing through my body. I could swear my hair stood on end. I spped Nick’s hand away and lifted myself up again, bracing my hands against his chest for leverage, then brought my ass back down again.

  “Oh my fucking god, Nick!”

  “Fuck yes, ride my fucking cock.”

  “I'm fucking doing it! Ugh!”

  I bounced on Nick's cock again and again, gasping and whining at the waves of pleasure it sent through me. God, why was he wasting his time with hurdles? This was what he was made for, for fucking me, fucking my ass, for making me feel so good. He brought his hand back to my hip but I let him this time, let him pull me down harder against him as I stared, wide eyed and breathless, against his pleasure-stricken face. Clearly this felt as good for him as it did for me, not that I could care less.

  “Fuck, Nikki,” he grunted, “Take my fucking cock! Take it! Take this cock, you spoiled fucking brat!”

  “Fuck me harder!” I panted, “And don't you fucking cum, Nick. Don't you dare fucking cum until I'm done with you, you fucking asshole!”

  My ass spped against him, again and again, as I did my best to pound him into the mattress and he did his best to pound me back. Fuck, I was getting so close, I could feel it, feel my orgasm building inside me. I sped up even more and Nick’s breath quickened. His grip tightened on my hip.

  “Don't you do it!” I warned him, “Don't you cum, Nick.”

  Nick’s eyes closed, his face contorted as his cock grew inside me, “I'm gonna–”

  “No you're not! Hey!” I leaned down and grabbed him by the chin. His eyes snapped open, gring up at me, dark with hate and lust. “Don't you cum, Nick Lane. Not until I cum f-f– fuck!”

  My hips bucked desperately against him and I felt myself go over the edge. A wave of heat crashed over my body, and my whole abdomen clenched down hard, from my tummy down to my tight, wet little asshole, and my cock spurted helplessly against Nick’s chest.

  Something in that did it for Nick – the pressure, or the sight of me cumming, or the fact that his job was done, and a split second ter his eyes widened and I felt his cock swell again, and a strange throbbing feeling as he came deep inside me.

  I colpsed onto him, panting desperately.

  “Damn,” Nick breathed, “That was… damn.”

  “Good work,” I murmured. I patted him on the cheek, then dragged myself off of him, his cock sliding out of my asshole with a sound like a wet slurp. I was too exhausted to be embarrassed, even besides the fact that my body was still thrumming with pleasure.

  I rolled off of him and immediately sank into the bed. God, somehow the frat boy’s cheap sheets were the most comfortable thing I had ever felt. I could sleep for a week.

  “Fuck,” Nick muttered, “Messy.”

  “Messy?”

  “I mean, nothing gross, but… lube, cum…” he grimaced, “Messy.”

  “Real nice,” I said.

  “Fuck off,” he said, “I'm just saying it's messy.”

  “Well, clean it up,” I yawned, nuzzling into the pillow, ready for a nice, long sleep, “We don't have a fucking maid.”