Fourth of July (Super Short) (Patreon)

You thought I forgot about this series?  No way!  😄 

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“Oh!”  You say in surprise as your shortcut through a hedge in the park ended up coming out right in the middle of a group of college students having a barbecue.  “Um.  Excuse me.  Sorry about that.”

“Hello!  What do we have here?”  Says one of the guys to the inebriated giggles of the girls around him.

“Hey baby.”  Says another sat back in a lawn chair waiting for the light show.  “Why don’t you come sit on my lap?  I’ll show ya some fireworks.”

“Leave me alone.”  You snap, your attempt at a threatening voice coming out soft and pleading, as you try to walk around the cluster of drunk revelers.  For the past month or so your slowly shifting slim and subtly curved physique as well as your longer hair had gotten to the point that it caused many to believe you were a woman.  You could have gotten a haircut at least but your girlfriend was insistent that you don’t.  She liked it long so that she could grab it while she railed you.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”  The first one chuckles as he approaches you.  The one from the chair gets up as well and two other men come around to your left side to check you out.  You glance behind you to consider a retreat but two of the women had already blocked the path off.  As your eyes dart about you realize that you had found yourself in a fairly isolated part of the park with hedges and bushes blocking off sight from the rest.  “What’s your name baby girl?”

“Piss off.”  You mutter as you go to walk past him only to be blocked.

“Pff, hey Darrel.”  Chortles one of the girls.  “I think your baby girl might be a sissy boy.”

“HA!”  He scoffs.  “Yeah righ…”  His voice cuts off as he begins to study you anew.  You watch his face fall as he begins to notice your more androgynous features and how they click with your men’s shorts and collared shirt outfit.  “Aw fuck!”  His confusion transforms into revulsion.  “He is a dude!”  A pang of fear shoots through you.  Before Christmas you might have put this guy on his ass then tried to make a break for it.  Nowadays though…you were the one asking for help opening the pickle jar.

Trying your damnedest to sound tough and ending up sounding adorably petulant you scowl.  “My girlfriend is waiting for me at the pier.”

“YOU have a girlfriend!?”

“Ha ha ha ha!”  Laughs one of the women.  “He’s getting more action than you Dwayne.”

“He ain’t got no girlfriend.  Little sissy boy ain’t got nobody I bet.”

The four guys close in around you.  “Leave me alone.”  You plead.

Dwayne leers at you, his ogling eyes panning up and down your body.  He didn’t have the same disdain for you as Darrel and the other two but his interest was not friendly and twice as disturbing.  “Maybe I’ll make this little bitch my girlfriend for the night.  What’s your name baby?”

“Dude!  Gross!”

“F-fuck off.”  You try to back away.

“Aw, come on.”  Dwayne continues.  “We’re all friends here.  Why don’t you party with us?”

Just then you feel somebody grab your hips, the next thing you knew your shorts and underwear were down around your ankles.  One of the girls had pantsed you!  You go to cover up but a guy on each side of you grabs your wrists to hold them back.

“Ha!”  Darrel points to the ground.  “He wears panties!”

“What the…fuck?”  Gasps Dwayne whose eyes were locked on your crotch.  You try to press your legs and twist to hide your shame but it was right there for all to see.  What was left of your diminutive manhood was beyond micro-penis.  It was a cock and balls in miniature, more suitable to a capuchin than a human.  “Holy shit!  Look at this!”

With you held helpless they all gather around to stare at your junk.  Stun turns to confusion which then turns to cruel laughter.  The girls point and laugh, the dudes sneer and tease, and all have a grand old time at your expense.  It was the first time since everything began…that you truly felt ashamed.

“That’s the smallest dick I’ve ever seen!”

“What the hell can he even do with that!?”

“Ha ha ha ha!”

“His poor girlfriend!”

“Pathetic!”

“He might not be a woman but he certainly ain’t no man.”

“Jesus!  What is wrong with him!?”

“Oh my God!  It’s so TINY!”

“Help!”  You cry out even though you knew it would be no use.  There was too much music, too much revelry, too much sound and chaos for your soft voice to break the din.  “HELP!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”  They continue to roar with laughter.

From out of the path in the bushes you’d just come in from storms your hulking girlfriend.  She must have come looking for you.  She wore a long stars and stripes dress to hide her schlong that hung damn near to her knees at this point and a red, white, and blue tank that displayed her rippling muscles beautifully. When she sees what was happening…she sees red!  She sends the two women blocking the path flying in either direction as she charges to your defense.

CRACK!  The guy holding your left arm goes down in a heap. WHAP!  The one on right soon follows.  You pull up your shorts and fall back.

“What the fuck!?”  Dwayne screams in fright at the rampaging beast heading right for him.

CRUNCH!  WHACK!  SLAM!  After a good old-fashioned all-American ass-kicking Dwayne and Darrel are dealt with and left unconscious and bleeding on the ground, and the remaining gals are given a good stiff bitch slap for good measure.  Leaving the whole damn group of them in a moaning, groaning pile your girl scoops you up as easily and gently as she would a baby and whisks you away to safety.  

“I told you not to wander off.  I was so worried about you!”  She kisses your cheek, relief evident in her voice.  “You know you’re too pretty to go walking by yourself at night.”  

“I’m sorry.”

She pulls you in tighter.  “Did they hurt you baby?”

“No.”  You say as you hug to her neck, grateful and safe in her strong muscular arms.  “I’m okay now.”

Over the lake beyond the park the rocket’s red glare bursts in the sky to mark the country’s independence.  “You still want to go see the fireworks?”  She asks.

You nuzzle into her soft hair and whisper into her ear.  “Let’s go make some of our own.”

Her beautiful face brightens into a smile.  “Now you’re talking my language!”  She kisses you.  “Happy Fourth of July baby.”

You sigh and relax in her arms as she turns to carry you back to the car, brilliant blooms of red, white, and blue lighting the sky behind her.  “Happy Fourth of July.”

Happy Halloween!