Chapter Six: Cheer practice
Fred awoke in a panic.
The sorry state of his brain after oxygen deprivation and countless hard strikes to the side of his head delayed the process of memory recall. Slowly the details of the past day came back to him, and he began to frantically rack his brain for potential methods of escape.
Given as the room seemed to lack any real windows or clocks, Fred no idea what time it was or for how long he had slept, but every part of his body still ached with the ever-lingering pain of constriction and corporal punishment.
Despite this Fred made an attempt to stand up and survey the room for anything that might aid him in an escape. He was still in the awful costume the girls had placed him in before smothering him unconscious, which made both navigation and observation difficult.
The posture collar prevented Fred from seeing anything but what was directly in front of him, so he used his pom-hands to propel himself up into a standing position.
On the bright side, he noted, the awful condom had been some how removed. Fred briefly considered trying to figure out a way to masturbate (he was desperate) but stopped and realized he should focus on escape.
The second he was upright however, he realized how precariously difficult it was to stand in his heels and collapsed painfully into a pile on the floor, causing the edge of the corset to bite into his squeezed stomach.
Deciding to put off the challenge of standing in his heels for a few minutes. Fred surveyed the third of his room he could see in his limited field of vision. Gone was the mirror the girls had used to show him his shocking image, but several new additions seemed to have been made to the room.
On a small (pink) bedside table there was now a framed picture on a stand facing his bed. Fred realized with shock it was a picture of him and his family vacationing happily at the beach, presumably screen grabbed from Facebook, serving as a cruel reminder of the life the girls were trying to take away from him.
Another mounted picture had been added to his bedroom during his sleep, hanging from a large ornate frame on the left wall of the room. Fred squinted at the picture, and realized that it was a close up of the pained expression that had overtaken his face the second he had been presented with his sissified image in the mirror.
Under his cringing and broken face, a plaque had been built into the frame, which read in the flowery font usually reserved for inspirational posters in a guidance consoler's office:
"Fifi Fuckpig squeals with happiness when it learns it will be a rubber-sissy forever. (may, 2015)"
The angle of the light in the photo caught the dog tag on Fred's collar in a way that it shined and framed the entire picture, reminding him how much he "loved" his owners.
In addition the wall next to this first picture was lined with a series of empty frames, and Fred shuddered realizing that these girls planned to "fill" his photo album.
Fred pulled himself up from the bed awkwardly using his pommed hand, and then wrapped his arm around one of the supports of his princess canopy to steady his shaking body. He noted what seemed to be a window to the right of his bed, in the direction of the metal compartment wall, and began to precariously and slowly makes his way towards.
Each time he stepped down, the heels bit into his feet with a vengeance, but with enough precision and caution Fred was able to make it over to the window.
Upon making it to the window, Fred was disappointed but not too surprised to find it was false. Where there should have been glass, Fred found himself looking into a built-in mirror, and was pained to see his absurd reflection staying back at him. Across the middle of the mirror, one of the girls had writing in lipstick:
"Nice try Fifi!"
The taunting message was signed with a kiss.
With a sudden shock, Fred noticed that all of his body hair below his ear-length bowl cut seemed to have mysteriously disappeared.
Fred's concern about this shocking development was soon overridden by the realization of how hungry and thirsty he was, and simultaneously how badly he needed to pee. As Fred began to ponder the possibility that the girls would have to remove some of his bondage to allow him to eat and use the bathroom, the control collar suddenly sprang to life, simultaneously shocking and paralyzing him.
He keeled forward, and his face collided painfully with the mirror/window, smearing the lipstick against his stretched nose. He couldn't move or turn his head, but Fred heard the door abruptly swing open and the sound of a single pair of feet slowly advancing towards him.
"I hoped you got your rest, sleepy Fifi!" Mindy joked as she grabbed his semi-paralyzed form by the shoulders and guided him back to the bed. "We have to make sure to get you to the bathroom and then cheer practice on time!"
With this she turned Fred around, and affixed a pink leather leash to the front of his collar. She paused for a second, staring expectantly into his eyes before slapping him hard across the face.
"You know sissy-poo" she complained, "it's not a no-no per se, but it really is quite rude to forget your basic morning manners."
Realizing his mistake, and desperate to be given an opportunity to relieve himself, Fred responded quickly and apologetically:
"Fifi is so sorry, Goddess Mindy, it is very stupid and sometimes forgets its manners. Good morning, Goddess Mindy, Fifi fuckpig hopes you had a very good sleep."
"Good morning Pigslut." Mindy replied, beaming. "Now lets get you ready for the day."
Mindy began slowly tugging Fred's leash in the direction of the door. She moved slowly, taking into consideration that he was still learning to manipulate his heels. Satisfied with her slow pace, Fred tried to garner up some brownie points:
