Whatever Happened to the Pink n Prissy Collective? Part 3

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This is the latest caption in the Pink n Prissy story. The rest can be found on my index page.

“We didn't realise it at the time but Kirsten was like the OG of sissifying boys at our school.” Josie warmed her hands against the flames of the campfire. She glanced at Sam and shook her head. “She was humiliating the likes of you back when we were still in middle school. If we were a few years older, we would have looked up to her like a God. This is probably why Grace got it so bad. In dressing up Brent, she was pissing in a much bigger and much more experienced dog's yard. And we were banking on the same happening again.”

“When Kirsten came home, everything suddenly got really quiet,” Terri carried on the story. “She must have been only like twenty back then but there was something so commanding in her presence. She just stood in the doorway in her work clothes glaring at us. She had stopped yelling and somehow her not saying anything was even scarier. We were all frozen in place. Even Stephanie hadn't budged from her position bending over Brent to taunt him. Finally, she screamed at us to get upstairs.”

“This is where we took our biggest chance,” Josie said. “The logical thing would have been to run for it. We probably would have got away but if we did that, Stephanie would have escaped too. I made a comment that we should do as she said or she might call the cops and started to lead us up the stairs. Thankfully, Steph followed. We were all so terrified that it wasn't surprising. She was probably on autopilot.”

“Kirsten herded us into a bedroom at the top of the stairs. She waited until Brent sauntered in behind us still dressed in that silly nurse's outfit and locked the door.” Cassie continued the story with fists clenched so tightly that the knuckles turned white. “She was so scary. She didn't even say a word. She just calmly unzipped the back of her work skirt and let it slide down her legs. She looked over her shoulder at us once, took something out of a drawer and fastened the biggest dildo I had ever seen right over the top of her nylons.”

“That thing was enormous,” Charlotte gasped. “It was so veiny and thick. I think you could have played softball with it. I will never forget what happened next. She stood there with her hands on her hips and that big rubber dick pointing at us like it was interrogating us or something. Then she pointed at Brent and asked who had done that to him.”

“Look,” Josie raised her hands defensively, “we're not snitches. We didn't actually say anything. That said, when Kirsten asked that question, not an eye in that room didn't stare straight at Stephanie. We watched her turn white before us and Kirsten just smiled this evil little smile. She looked Stephanie up and down as if appraising her tomboyish appearance and then cracked her knuckles slowly and threateningly. Finally she said, 'I see you like wearing boys' clothes. That's the first thing we are going to change!'