This story is a work of fiction and all characters are 18+
It’s prom night and this torturous high school journey was finally going to end. Fives years of being bullied and alone. Five years of ridicule just because of my naturally feminine body and smooth hairless skin. Granted, with my shoulder length hair, slim body and delicate facial features, nobody would bat an eye if I accidentally walked into the girls washroom. I suppose my timid demeanour and shyness are inviting qualities for bullies who get off on the feeling of superiority.
My main bully – let’s call him E – was very popular, the captain of the basket ball team, in fact. He was also decently smart. He never bullied me in the open, where he risks tainting his reputation. He and his lackeys find opportunities when we’re alone to push me around. They call me cruel names, give me wedgies, and sometimes pull my pants down in the washroom to laugh at my small penis. They even took pictures of me with my pants down, and then send them to me occasionally to remind me what could happen if I tell my parents or the teachers about their behaviour.