The Meadow Snare

"And such a pretty girl you make," He reached out and softly stroked his hand through my hair. I shuddered, but was too afraid to protest. His hand brushed over my lips. "My, what a pretty little mouth you have. Just like a girl's. No wonder you decided to have a sex change." The boys snickered. Jason took a step back.

"Yeah, the boys and myself just wanted to celebrate your....transformation with a little party. Isn't that right, boys?" I was trembling, as the boys readily agreed, howling with laughter. "So why don't you be a polite little girl, and take off those jeans for the boys?" He paced forward, threateningly. I knew he meant business.

"No." I used the deepest voice I could muster, but I still sounded like a girl, a terrified one. Jason chuckled, as if he found my protest greatly amusing.

"Now, Jenny, that's not showing much gratitude. We've been real supportive, very supportive of your change. Isn't that right, Chris?"

"Real supportive, man. Real supportive." Chris agreed.

"See, we're nice guys. We even bought you dinner last night, didn't we?" He looked at me expectantly. I nodded. They had bought me dinner last night at the steakhouse, but I thought they were just being nice. I should've known. "So, it's only right that a girl shows a little gratitude to the men in her life. We help you out, you help us out. Reciprocation."

My anger was growing. They had betrayed me. They had pretended to be happy for me, but they were just predators. They wanted their fill of me. But Jason was in my face now, staring me down with danger in his eyes. He was a hulk--a good 40cm or so over my head and maybe twice my weight in muscle--so I reached down to unbuckle my jeans. The boys whooped and hollered, and Jason smiled at my defeat. I was crying as I undid the button and let the jeans slide down to rest at my feet.

The boys whistled. Jason's smile widened; it was almost ear-to-ear now. He was loving every second of my humiliation. I just sniffled and stare at the ground, my face burning from the shame.