I woke up from muffled voices around me. Did Vee's mom come home? No, one voice seemed male, her dad then? But her dad didn't live in this house. And just before I could open my eyes I felt a sharp pinch in my neck, and a voice close to my ear said, “Make no sound, this is a knife pressing against your throat, and if you scream or make a bad move, it may just slice you.”

Both horror and fear filled my mind, and I managed to say “Vee?”

He answered, “My buddy has a knife against her throat. If you try anything that I don't like, he'll slice hers as well.”

I finally opened my eyes and in the light from the nightstand I saw a man whose face was covered with a nylon panty hose or something. And standing against the wall was Vee, her face as scared as how mine probably looked, a scarf bound around her head tight through her mouth, and indeed another “masked” guy holding something against her neck. The thing I noticed was that he was wearing a suit, like he'd been at the prom as well.

The guy close to me said, “Last night I promised my friends I was gonna fuck the chick in the red leather dress. But you had only eyes for this dyke. I always follow through on my promises though, so you and I are going to have some fun. It's a pity that you're really a guy, but that just means you're gonna take my dick up your ass.”

“So, get up very slowly and make no sudden moves, and sit on all fours. You want to be a girl? Then prepare to be fucked like one. Your friend here is safe as long as you give yourself to me, think about that.”

Scared as I was, I tried to think of a way out, and I saw nothing. All I could do right now was follow his order, so I sat slowly on my hands and knees. “Turn so you can see your friend as I fuck you.“ And as I turned desperately, facing Vee, my naked butt towards the guy, I heard him say, “Shit! She isn't even a guy. That must have been a show they put on to make it look like they're not a bunch of lesbians. I always thought that Ron guy was some pussy. But I'm gonna fuck him right there.”

“Please”, I begged, “nothing bad has happened yet. We won't say anything if you just leave now.”

“Nothing bad will happen, babe. You're gonna enjoy having a real dick in that cunt of yours. And you won't say anything either, or we come back one night and slit your throat. Now shut up and make it look like you enjoy it!”

And he wasted no time, as I felt his monster enter my artificial pussy. Thank God it wasn't real, I thought, but the humiliation was still there. He was rough as he rammed inside me, and it actually hurt my sensitive manhood right under there. Tears jumped in my eyes and I cried, “Please, it hurts!” My eyes pleaded with the guy holding Vee, who said, “Don't damage her, mate, or she'll have to go to the hospital, and they'll find out. Use some of that lube out there”, and he pointed at the stuff Vee had used earlier.

“Hmmm”, my attacker said, “She's too tight indeed.” And after he rubbed some lube into my pussy he went in again, but much gentler this time. And to thank him I softly moaned “Thank you”. The problem now was that it felt much better for me, and my body pushed back. “God, she's hot!” I heard him say, and something told me that if he were satisfied, they may not kill us.

And as he pumped back and forth in me, my body betrayed me, and I started whimpering. I could sense he reached the point of no return and my warning bells told me I couldn't cum with him, at least not like the man I was. I thought of faking it, but as I could feel his seed shooting inside me, I orgasmed. My whole body shook as I came, and I felt even more humiliated, but thank God, no cum sprayed from my pee hole.

“Jesus, what a slut! She came right with me. But what a fuck!” And he slowly pulled his now soft member from me. Then the other guy said, “My turn. Make some room so I can see if this one is just as slutty.”

“No”, I said, feeling even more fear now, for Vee. “Why don't you take me as well, big boy?” But he hesitated. “I'm not pushing my dick into his cum.” And I could only think of one thing. “I'll blow you!”

And just like that he pulled his already hard dick from his pants, as the first guy took hold of Vee and said, “If she uses her teeth on you then this one will suffer.” I knew I had to give the best blow job of my life, to save us both. And my first one, with a real dick.

As I still sat on all fours on the bed, he fed his dick between my lips, and I could only take him in. I used one hand to control the motion a bit, and used it to pump him in and out, as I wrapped my tongue around him. I could feel the veins throb with his heartbeat, as he grew thicker inside my mouth. The tip even hit my throat but once again I didn't gag. I did everything I knew to feel good, and he was clearly worked up from the earlier show. And as he started to grunt, he warned me. “Swallow it all slut!” And then he came.

I had no clue how much a big dick like that could produce, but my mouth was instantly full with his sticky, slimy gunk, and although it was tough to swallow, I had no choice. His second squirt filled my mouth again, and I swallowed more. Only then the amount of his squirts diminished quickly and I swallowed one more time, before he pulled out from my closed lips. “Damn”, he said, “the slut cleaned me completely!”

Minutes later they were gone, warning us one more time to keep this a secret, or they'd be back. I managed to untie the scarf from Vee’s head, and we both cried, falling in each other's arms. For a long time nothing was said, but then I suddenly wanted their dirty marks off me.

I rinsed my mouth with water, then used some mouthwash that Vee gave me. And as we removed the bit of clothes we still had on, she guided me into the shower, and after she soaped my body first, she concentrated on my pussy, and used the shower head to rinse it out. After about fifteen minutes I felt like I was cleansed.

Back in bed while Vee checked the locks on the house I wondered what the hell just happened. These were two boys from the prom that had no problem raping a girl. Hindsight it seemed like they didn't want to hurt me, but we will never know for sure.

When Vee came back, saying that the kitchen door wasn't locked, we both tried to make sense of what had happened. She cried for me, my first night as the woman I was meant to be. The best night of my life. To be raped at the point of a knife, one of the greatest fears of every woman.

I worried more about the fact that when my rapist had become gentler, that I had actually cum. As a woman. I had not ejected my own cum. That last part was news to her, but she agreed that it was probably a self preserving reaction by my body. It got rid of them without hurting us. Except… except for the blow job I gave to save her.

I tried to play it down, saying it was quick and easy, but she wouldn't have any of it. It was the most courageous thing I did, to save her, and the beginning of love that she had felt for me already was now rock solid. It had been fear and love for her, and I tried to explain that if for me to be raped in a fake pussy already was this traumatic, how bad would it have been for her with a real pussy? There simply wasn't an answer, but a few conclusions were clear in my mind.

Rhonda was to stay, it was not just a speech and publicly coming out, it was cemented now in my being. I had no interest in ever being a man again. If tomorrow I'd have a real pussy, I'd be the happiest woman alive. But also, I could not see myself anymore living without Vee. In similar words, if tomorrow I'd marry her, I'd be the happiest woman alive. And Vee agreed with that so emotionally, that I knew we were made for each other.

Waking up in each other's arms had not changed anything in that belief. We had some slow sex and I did come again as a woman, with no male ejeculation. I wasn't sure if I needed to be worried, see a doctor or a therapist, but in a way I felt more woman because of it. But the ring that Vee put around my finger, making me hers, seemed therapy enough, as I cried on her shoulder, tears of happiness. She said it had been her mother's engagement ring, and after the divorce her mom had given it to Vee, hoping she would one day find the girl of her dreams. Moms know best, in any family!

We had decided not to get the police involved, as we didn't know who the two guys were, so retaliation was very possible. Besides that, the police would possibly not take the rape of a fake vagina very serious. And in a few months we'd be out of here, hopefully as roommates, we were going to work on that. Vee however was going to get a gun license, and I was going to sign up for a martial arts class.

As we were having breakfast in some comfy sweats, Vee's mom came home, and she saw the ring before she saw me. And without any words she hugged me like only a mother can. Vee gave her the happy prom story, and of both of us coming out in front of the school. Her mom didn't mind that there was still a boy hidden inside me, she only had to look at her daughter to see that I was the right one for her.

The three of us had some fun as we wore our prom dresses again, while mom made pictures. Then we switched and I loved the gold on me, and the red on Vee even better. More pictures were made for the family album.

It took until about noon before Vee drove us to my place, so she could meet my family as well. Last night I had only texted my sister that I'd stay over with a friend, and I was pretty sure her patience was tested by now. But she recognized Vee immediately from the yearbook pictures I'd shown her over the years.

My own mother spotted the ring as well the moment she saw us, and she welcomed Vee to the family in a warm embrace. I heard my father mumble something about another daughter, but his smile showed that he was happy.

Once more we told all there was to say about the prom. The critical thing here was that Rhonda was to stay, and I would even graduate as Rhonda. No one was surprised though, like they knew it before me.

I showed Vee my wardrobe and she picked my leather skirt for me to wear. Or as she said, leather was clearly my thing. Then we ended up in Marsha's room and Vee fit right in. My sister knew her sister, who is some computer wizz at the same college we're heading to. We had to give more intimate details on our night together, but I had warned Vee already that I share everything with my sister. And that included the rape.

I saw the anger in her face as I told her about it, and the way she hugged us both showed that she understood it was just as hard on Vee. But it also explained the ring better. She had all kinds of arguments why we should have called the police, but in the end she agreed with the way we had handled it. Then she opened her secret box with jewelry, which was one of the few things she didn't want me to mess with, and she pulled out a beautiful gold ring that she gave to Vee. It had been our grandmother's and she thought this was fitting. Both Vee and I hugged her now, and Vee wiped a few happy tears away, as she kept looking at the ring on her finger that bound her to me.

The last few days at school were mostly about wrapping up some ongoing assignments, and saying goodbye to teachers. For me personally it was a bit weird as some teachers only now learned about my transition. As were most of my nerd friends that had not gone to the prom. I had dressed down, so as not to stand out too much, but I might as well have a big neon arrow pointing down on my head. But when I participated in a two day community project nobody even knew about me, and I could enjoy the experience.

Helena, the prom queen, found me at some point and gave me an invitation for a graduation party. “Bring your girlfriend and dress fabulously”, she said, “and also bring swimwear for some fun in the pool. I don't care if you were once a boy, or if you were always a girl but pretending to be a boy, according to the latest rumors. I think you're an awesome person, and I wish I'd found that out sooner.” And her hug was sincere, but I could think only of two people who could have started that “rumor”. I decided not to investigate, at least right now, and hugged her back, thanking for the invitation.

As a matter of fact, between Vee and me we collected a number of invitations for parties, mostly from girls, and I wondered how many Ron would have had. The last day of school was all about rehearsal for the graduation the next day, and it was confirmed that I was officially graduating as Rhonda.

Our mothers surprised us Saturday morning with a salon treatment, during which Vee and I got matching makeup and nails. Plus my wig was replaced by extensions that would last long enough for my own hair to grow out. And when we were done our mothers were waiting and took us to fit new dresses. Not quite the same but clearly a set. I felt wonderful from all the pampering and I liked how my mother got along with Vee's mother.

I met Vee's sister, who came home just in time from her summer internship at the university. My sister knew Carmen as well as they graduated together, but lost sight of her among the forty thousand students. We all had lunch together, then our sisters took us to school, an hour before our parents would come together.

Vee looked amazing in her cap and gown, with perhaps a dozen cords around her neck for all the honor programs she was part of. I had a few myself, although my one for being part of the gaming team did not seem as impressive as hers from the Spanish honors club, or the one from the Mathematics Competition.

Once all five hundred of us were checked to make sure everyone was acceptably dressed under the gown, we had to line up before walking onto the turf of our football field. I was far in the back, based on my last name, where Vee was close to the front. I've been on the field many times, as part of the marching band, but never in three inch heels. As I walked to my chair I concentrated on not stumbling, so I didn't see my family but I heard them cheering.

I cheered with them when Vee got her fifteen seconds on the podium, receiving her diploma. And I could hear Vee cheer for me when it was my turn. I was surprised by the amount of cheering I received, both from the field and from the stands. Apparently in my last few weeks I had made a name for myself. Or Rhonda had!

It was all a daze afterwards, making pictures or selfies with dozens of others, some with gown and cap on, some without, and some with the gown open at the front. Some people I didn't even know, but they knew me. My favorites though were just together with Vee, and then one with her and also our sisters.

In the days following we were inseparable and we went to every party that we were invited for. But the highlight, and the lowlight, was the party at Helena's. Mostly highlight by the way, as Helena turned out to be a nice friend, someone I wished indeed I'd gotten to know sooner. And her parents were genuine as well, commending me for giving up my prom queen title, and for coming out the way I did, based on what they had heard from their daughter.

Earlier in the week Vee and I had visited Charlene, and she had helped us in finding “fabulous” dresses. Plus an impossibly sexy latex bathing suit. So, we were a hit at the party, and Helena, and many others were stunned when I hit the pool in my black latex. But, it was all good fun until a group of boys arrived.

I don't know if it was because of my latex one-piece but these boys were clearly talking about me, as I sat with Helena in pool chairs watching Vee and three other girls play pool volleyball. They didn't even try to be discreet about it. Helena saw my discomfort and wondered if it was my sexy suit or if they were simply fascinated by me. So I said, “Why don't we try out? Let's swap!”

Surprised, she took me to her room, and she searched for another one-piece for me, clearly a very expensive cut, as I took off my latex. I purposely stood naked in front of her, so she could see my pussy. “My god”, she said, “don't tell me those rumors were right.”

“It's a prosthetic vagina”, I replied, “realistic, but fake.”

She was intrigued, and she asked, “May I?” And she motioned if she could get a closer look. And I nodded, giving her access. She carefully felt it, rubbed it slightly, and she said, “It looks so real. No wonder why he thought you were a real woman when you let him fuck you.”

“I didn't let any boy fuck me. The night after prom two boys broke in and one raped me at knife point. The other held a knife at Veronica's throat, threatening to kill her if I didn't let him fuck me. Thank God my pussy isn't real, but it was the worst experience ever.”

Helena had lost all color from her face. “Oh god, Rhonda. I thought he was bragging, I didn't believe it, but he said you were a real girl. When I saw your… your vagina. I thought maybe he was right. I didn't understand why you would have let him, since you're an item clearly with Veronica. But this is terrible! The worst fear for any woman. And you had to endure that on your first night.”

Tears were streaming from her eyes now. I wondered why my ordeal affected her so much, but then she continued. “My sister was raped. About a year ago. She's not been the same ever since. Pulled back from the family and seeing therapists. And she had no clue who did it, the guy had a nylon panty hose over his head.”

This totally shocked me. “The two guys that attacked Veronica and me had panty hose over their heads. The one that raped me said that he had promised his friends that he would have me, and he never broke his promises, he bragged.”

“That mother fucker. He said practically the same to my sister. It must be the same damn Jimmy Jones. And he was bragging to me about having had you. I'm going to kill him!”

“Wait! We'll have to think this over. He threatened Veronica and me to kill us, if we'd go to the police. We're off to college soon, so we'll hopefully never see him again. How can we prove it was him? With me. With your sister?”

“You're right. Okay. Okay. I know what to do. I'm getting my uncle involved. He will know what to do. Some people say he's involved in some questionable practices, but I know he's a good guy. I can't tell my father, he will kill the boy right away. Better get your clothes back on darling, I'll try your latex some other time.”

The following hours were simply unreal. A giant of a man, Helena's uncle, asked Jimmy, very politely, to come with him for a few minutes. It was about two hours later, when Vee and I played a match of corn hole against Helena and her mother, when Jimmy came to us, in a dress with fake breasts and a wig, his face heavily made up, and wobbly in high heels.

He apologized profusely for raping me and Audrey, Helena's sister. And for using a knife on Veronica. He had decided to turn his life around, by giving up on his testicles, so he could never make that mistake again. And from now on he would live as Ginny, and be a better person. He then left with Helena's uncle, having to visit another ten victims and apologize.

As Helena explained later, the boy had confessed to her uncle about raping me, and with a bit more pressure, about raping her sister. The boy lost his balls right away, and was then given an option to live his life as a woman, and apologize to all his victims, or he would be passed on to the Russian mafia and sold to a whore house in Siberia.

His partner in crime, Billy, got off slightly better, but not by much, as he too was feminized, but his manhood was conditioned to be very large and always horny. The two were forced to live together in an apartment and become a love couple, their sexual escapades being live-streamed twenty-four-seven. The new Billie could not escape her new addiction and had her way with Ginny multiple times a day in front of their paying audience. And both better enjoy every time, as Ginny's ass was filled up, with lots of kissing and groping, or the threat of the Russian mafia would come through.

It is surprising how many people are willing to pay for that kind of filth. Part of the money was used on hormone treatments for Ginny, who became rounder, softer and more emotional, and she'd almost forget she was ever a man, had it not been for the tiny penis still hanging down from her crotch. She did get her own pussy, but it was the entrance to her anal hole.

Billie, with no hormones at all, but with dozens of surgeries to make her look more female, could only wear skirts, as her monsterhood did not fit in any pants anymore. She could not wear any heels with less than five inch heels, or she would be in excruciating pain. Her lips were cock sucker sized, as subscribers could pay extra to get a BJ from her during the live broadcast, which I felt was karma.

The good thing in all of this was that all extra money was donated to an organization that cared for rape victims.

I personally felt no remorse about what these two had to go through, but it got Helena's sister Audrey finally out of her depression. I spent lots of time with her, and knowing that we weren't alone in this, helped both of us. Audrey often wore a set of earrings that looked like a drop of amber. But if you looked closer, you could see Jimmy's shrunken testicles inside the amber.

Tomorrow, Vee and I will start our new life in college, living together for what I am sure of will be the rest of our lives. There are no remnants left of Ronald, apart from one final surgery in the future, now that I have started on hormones myself. We have our friends Bella and Charlene here, as well as Helena and Audrey, who is picking up her normal life again. And of course, our sisters are close by to go out every now and then.