Unceremoniously, Trish used her free hand to slide open the drawer to her nightstand and toss you inside without looking. You flailed in the air for a moment before crashing hard into a silicone item, only realizing what it was after you found some of your hair caught in the dried yet sticky substance coating parts of it. Backing up from what you now recognized as a dildo, you tripped over some crumbs that had been in there for who knows how long, falling face first into a q-tip. You immediately pulled yourself upwards, spitting out the dried ear wax you'd accidentally gotten in your mouth.
Sitting in the darkness as she slid the entire room shut, you were in complete disgust. Not only had you been diminished, renamed, degraded, and been subjected to some pretty terrible things so far, this was only the beginning. And you had volunteered for it. You couldn't even bare to think about it. You needed to get some shut eye.
As you tried to go to sleep, the thought of how fucking stupid you'd been kept flooding your thoughts. What part of you would want to be subjected to these things? If you ever returned to normal, something which was looking improbable after your first interactions with Trish, this was something you were going to have to spend some time figuring out. Eventually, you found it in yourself to drift to sleep, not at all excited for what awaited you in the morning.
As much as you had dreaded it, the day eventually had to begin. You had spent the night constantly waking up, and finding it hard to fall back asleep given your position. Restless, scared, and abused, you stood still as the drawer opened once again, revealing Trish's grinning face.
"Good morning Malibu! I hope you met some of my other matches in there last night!" She exclaimed, leaving you confused. "That dildo was some dude from last year who recognized me on the app from high school, and that q-tip was some dumb lady from last week. Must have accidentally dropped her in there." She said, leaving you with a little bit of appreciation for your situation as she withdrew you and the cotton swab. Without as much as a goodbye, she tossed the former woman into a nearly full trash can without giving her a second thought.
You didn't even have a chance to grieve for the stranger who would surely be torn apart and end up in some landfill before Trish brought you in her grip out to the hallway. For the first time, you saw her sorority house, a large two story with women walking around. You didn't have much time to look at it however, as she turned into a communal bathroom, tossing you in the sink as she picked out her toothbrush from a selection of many.
Confused for a moment, you saw her shut the drain as you slid to the center, before she started the process of lining her toothpaste, and running it under the water. Seeing where this was headed, you started to try and climb the smooth porcelain, something Trish didn't seem to like.
She flicked your body effortlessly back into the center, holding the finger in front of you as one would do a dog. "Bad Malibu! Stay put while mommy brushes her teeth." She commanded, causing you to obey. As terrible as this was about to be, you were sure the alternative was leagues worse, and you didn't even want to ponder on what that might be. Bracing yourself for the inevitable, you watched the titanic student bring the toothbrush to her mouth and start scrubbing.
After about ten seconds, she positioned her lips directly above you, and slowly made a gap in them to let way for a concoction of spit and toothpaste to drip downwards, slowly making its way to you. You were helpless to do anything bust sit there and take it as the glob of minty flavored saliva coated your entire body, before a laughing Trish got back to finishing her dental hygiene. You were lucky enough to be saved from any more spit, until the very end, when she leaned back, before launching a projectile straight at you, knocking you on your ass. You were stuck beneath the glob for a moment before she started the faucet once more, sending the heavy water stream down to dissipate the spit, and allow you to float up.
For a moment, you floated in the gross mixture of spit, water and toothpaste before she plucked you out, holding you over the faucet as she rinsed you off, and let the contents of the sink flow down the drain. You were in complete shock as she set you on the counter, giggling as she got undressed and entered the shower.
You didn't have it in you to even look at her naked body, seeing no beauty in her anymore, only terror. As you listened to her hum inside the drapes, you only sat looking straight forward. Nothing ran through your mind. You couldn't grasp how someone could be this terrible. Any hope that you had of her profile being a hyperbole were tossed completely out the window. You could only sit there and wait.
When she finished, she dried herself off, using a piece of toilet paper to do the same to you. She quickly scurried into her room, getting dressed for the day. As she set you back in the nightstand, you looked upwards at her, a little relieved that she'd be leaving you alone for a while.
"There's a party tonight, I'll take you out later." Was the only thing she said before shutting the drawer once more. Left alone to your thoughts once more, you spent the next few hours stuck in the same prison as before. Feeling a little sympathy for the dildo you now knew was once a man, you tried not to linger on it as you sat in silence.
When the drawer opened again, you saw
Sitting in the darkness as she slid the entire room shut, you were in complete disgust. Not only had you been diminished, renamed, degraded, and been subjected to some pretty terrible things so far, this was only the beginning. And you had volunteered for it. You couldn't even bare to think about it. You needed to get some shut eye.
As you tried to go to sleep, the thought of how fucking stupid you'd been kept flooding your thoughts. What part of you would want to be subjected to these things? If you ever returned to normal, something which was looking improbable after your first interactions with Trish, this was something you were going to have to spend some time figuring out. Eventually, you found it in yourself to drift to sleep, not at all excited for what awaited you in the morning.
As much as you had dreaded it, the day eventually had to begin. You had spent the night constantly waking up, and finding it hard to fall back asleep given your position. Restless, scared, and abused, you stood still as the drawer opened once again, revealing Trish's grinning face.
"Good morning Malibu! I hope you met some of my other matches in there last night!" She exclaimed, leaving you confused. "That dildo was some dude from last year who recognized me on the app from high school, and that q-tip was some dumb lady from last week. Must have accidentally dropped her in there." She said, leaving you with a little bit of appreciation for your situation as she withdrew you and the cotton swab. Without as much as a goodbye, she tossed the former woman into a nearly full trash can without giving her a second thought.
You didn't even have a chance to grieve for the stranger who would surely be torn apart and end up in some landfill before Trish brought you in her grip out to the hallway. For the first time, you saw her sorority house, a large two story with women walking around. You didn't have much time to look at it however, as she turned into a communal bathroom, tossing you in the sink as she picked out her toothbrush from a selection of many.
Confused for a moment, you saw her shut the drain as you slid to the center, before she started the process of lining her toothpaste, and running it under the water. Seeing where this was headed, you started to try and climb the smooth porcelain, something Trish didn't seem to like.
She flicked your body effortlessly back into the center, holding the finger in front of you as one would do a dog. "Bad Malibu! Stay put while mommy brushes her teeth." She commanded, causing you to obey. As terrible as this was about to be, you were sure the alternative was leagues worse, and you didn't even want to ponder on what that might be. Bracing yourself for the inevitable, you watched the titanic student bring the toothbrush to her mouth and start scrubbing.
After about ten seconds, she positioned her lips directly above you, and slowly made a gap in them to let way for a concoction of spit and toothpaste to drip downwards, slowly making its way to you. You were helpless to do anything bust sit there and take it as the glob of minty flavored saliva coated your entire body, before a laughing Trish got back to finishing her dental hygiene. You were lucky enough to be saved from any more spit, until the very end, when she leaned back, before launching a projectile straight at you, knocking you on your ass. You were stuck beneath the glob for a moment before she started the faucet once more, sending the heavy water stream down to dissipate the spit, and allow you to float up.
For a moment, you floated in the gross mixture of spit, water and toothpaste before she plucked you out, holding you over the faucet as she rinsed you off, and let the contents of the sink flow down the drain. You were in complete shock as she set you on the counter, giggling as she got undressed and entered the shower.
You didn't have it in you to even look at her naked body, seeing no beauty in her anymore, only terror. As you listened to her hum inside the drapes, you only sat looking straight forward. Nothing ran through your mind. You couldn't grasp how someone could be this terrible. Any hope that you had of her profile being a hyperbole were tossed completely out the window. You could only sit there and wait.
When she finished, she dried herself off, using a piece of toilet paper to do the same to you. She quickly scurried into her room, getting dressed for the day. As she set you back in the nightstand, you looked upwards at her, a little relieved that she'd be leaving you alone for a while.
"There's a party tonight, I'll take you out later." Was the only thing she said before shutting the drawer once more. Left alone to your thoughts once more, you spent the next few hours stuck in the same prison as before. Feeling a little sympathy for the dildo you now knew was once a man, you tried not to linger on it as you sat in silence.
When the drawer opened again, you saw
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July 28, 2023
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