Epilog: Whatever Happened to the Boi Cunts?

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The night Mia got home from BCS, she gave her cockhungry cunt to Hector, her mother's boy friend, and knew this was what she was meant to be, the bitch who spreads her legs for the real man in the house. Throughout the night, he kept coming back for more. He'd gone a whole month without her hole and he had to make up for lost time. Hector finally delivered his last fuck at ten the next morning and went out in search of his pals.

Mia took a shower and started to think. How she would love to stay forever in Hector's bed. Oh, she would be willing to share him with her mother; that's only fair. But she now saw her life as centered on her cunt and that cunt centered on Hector's cock. However, as delicious as this fantasy was for her to contemplate, reality kept rudely knocking on her brain's door. She knew some time she would have to face the fact there was a world outside her door, a world which Hunter knew well and which knew him well, a world which didn't yet know Mia. What would that world think of her? What would the gang Hunter hung out with behind the deli, the guys he played craps with, the dudes who knew what a bitch's role was, his hoodies,--what would they think when they were confronted with Mia? If Mia hoped to postpone that inevitability, her hopes were about to be dashed.

It was one in the afternoon. She was sitting in front of her mirror in her bra and panties combing her hair. She heard Hector return and smiled. Surely he would want another go at her boi cunt. But she heard him yelling at her mother. They were fighting. She heard a face get slapped. Moments later, she was summoned. "Mia, you Bitch, get your fat ass out here." Still in her heels, she ran to the kitchen. "I come home and what do I find in the fridge! Look, Bitch! What do you see?" Mia stared blankly at the open door. "You see? You see? Your fuckin mother here let us run out of beer! Now listen up, baby bitch. They may have taught you lots of fuckin stuff at that school, how to wiggle your bitch ass, and how to wear your bitch clothes, and how to spread your bitch legs, but fuck a bitch don't know dogshit if she don't know how to keep beer in the house. Am I right?"

"Y-y-yes, Sir."

"Damn fuck, I'm right. You see your mama's eye?" For the first time, Mia looked at her mother and saw the black eye. "You see what happens to bitches who don't know their duty?"

"Y-y-yes, Sir."

"Now go put on some beer-buying clothes and go round the corner."

"Uh, now?" His look made her immediately regret the question. Hunter had made the beer run dozens of times. Oh, sure, he was a minor, but the deli owner didn't card the kids, especially not Hector's boy. Hector was a good customer. Now Mia wished she still had her boy clothes, but when she brought her suitcases home the day before, her closet had been emptied. And her hair was long and even if she tried to pretend she were a boy, she doubted she could carry it off. She knew her true gender now and that was certain to ooze its way through any disguise. No, she must go out as Mia. The time would come eventually anyway, so it might as well be today. The sooner she got it over with, the better.

Mia also knew her transformation had been primarily internal. There were a few outside alterations, like her hair and wardrobe, but when she looked in the mirror, she could still see Hunter's face. And so would the deli owner, and so would all the guys who hung around the deli smoking and spitting and adjusting their packages and making obscene suggestions to the ladies who passed. No, they would all know who Mia was.

She chose an outfit that wasn't too provocative, not an easy task given the nature of her clothes. She wore hip hugging jeans that came mid shin, pink and white sneakers over white socks, and a bulky sweater even though it was midsummer. She held her hair back in a ribbon and wore little makeup. She checked her clutch bag that she had some money, which she hadn't spent from her last cat house night. But on her way out the door, Hector handed her her mother's credit card. He smirked and gave her ass a slap.

On the street, she couldn't walk with the sexy self-confidence Mizz Faith had drilled into her. Perhaps it was the flat sneakers, but more likely it was the heavy trepidation she was carrying. She crossed her arms across her chest, across her falsies, hung her head and aimed for the deli.

"Well, well, well," she heard a familiar voice call out ahead. Without raising her head, she glanced out the top of her eyes at her former friends, most of them standing by the alley beside the deli, a couple on their knees. She could see the pile of cash and the dice. "Looky here. Who's the fuckin new bitch in town?" "Hey, I got dibs." "No you ain't, I saw it first." "She don't want either of your puny little tools. Hey, Baby, look what I got for ya!" The speaker shook his package. "Think you can handle it? Ha ha." Mia quietly kept on walking and drawing closer but now her knees were shaking. It felt like all the blood had drained from her legs. She clutched her breasts, steeled her lips, and set her feet toward their target, the deli door. Her eyes were still cast down and now she saw six pairs of legs blocking her progress. She stopped. One pair of legs bent at the knees and then she saw a familiar face staring up at her. "What the hell! Hey, Guys, it's Hunter!" "No fuckin way!" Another face appeared. Then she felt a hand pulling her hair back and she was forced to look up. "Well, I'll be fucked! Hey, Hunter! You had us all fooled. What gives? Where was you all this time?"

She spoke quietly, mostly because her voice was melted somewhere back there in the pool of blood that had drained from her. "My name is Mia." The lads burst out laughing and punched each other. Good old Hunter, always the card. She repeated it with a little more force. "I'm a girl and my name is Mia."

She felt a hand cupping her ass, its owner snickering in her ear. Other hands started mauling her, pinching her buttocks, stroking her hair, feeling her falsies. In that moment, Mia felt what it was like to be a young lady in this neighborhood. She knew the humiliation Hunter had given all those bitches over the years.

The hand on her ass now migrated inside her pants and its middle finger found its way to her boi cunt. The voice in her ear snickered, "Yeah, well if you're a girl, then I guess you know what this is for."

Against her will, yet without protest, her arms were grabbed and she was taken into the alley. She knew what was coming. In fact, she was more sure of it than the guys. They figured at any moment, their old bud Hunter would make his presence known, wrestle himself free, and they'd all have a good laugh as he explained what the fuck he was doing in girly clothes.

But Hunter never showed. They took Mia to the back of the alley, bent her over a propped up grocery cart, pulled down her jeans, pushed her thong to one side, and with no lube other than spit and precum, one by one raped her. Not only did Hunter not wrestle free, neither did Mia show any resistance. Unlike the other bitches Hunter had taken on this very grocery cart, this one knew what her role in life was. She was given a cunt in order to satisfy the lusts of the males in her world, all the males, of all ages. These young teens were not gentle like Marcus, nor individually strong like Alejandro, nor suave like Gabe Hanover, nor moneyed like the cat house johns, nor paternal like Hector. But they were still males with real cocks, unlike her clit, and thereby had a right to her hole.

After a while, she felt a cool breeze on her bare ass. She opened her eyes, looked back over her shoulder and saw she was alone again. They had finished having their way with her. She stood up, pulled her jeans up over her dripping cunt, picked up her purse, straightened her sweater and her shoulders. Her legs had new strength now. The moment the teenage shemale had dreaded that morning was now past. There was nothing more to fear. She held her head high and her tits out and strode back up the alley. She nodded to the craps players, ignored their remarks, and marched in to buy the beer her man back home needed.

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