It’s your first day at your new all boy’s school, and you’re dreading going. You’ve heard rumours of it being full of stuck up, spoiled brats.

You arrive at the school and begin your walk down the pathway leading to the school, and as you walk, you can see the other boys crowding around someone.

You see a boy in a pink dress, and makeup, and he seems to be saying something. You get closer to hear him, and manage to hear him say something.

Boy: “Yes, I’m a sissy! An exceedingly effeminate sissy! Furthermore, you may have noticed that I am a weakling too. That is so I always look as feminine as possible in a dress. Hey, some boys don’t want to be sturdily muscular or masculine. Some of us enjoy being feminine, sweet and girlish! And it does not bother me to have you call me a pussy! As far as I’m concerned, I AM a pussy, and a puss, and a wussy, a wuss, a pansy, a pantywaist, a sissy and a mincing little femme fairy faye, so get over it!