Sissy Diary

Dear Diary,

The rumors were true. Alphas exist and they're hunting for betas... betas like me.

I've been wary for a few weeks now. I thought I was paranoid; seeing things. But I wasn't. It was all real.

It started at the Freshman welcoming party that one of the fraternities threw. I thought it would be fun. I would meet people. Maybe talk to some girls. I thought it was for socially awkward people like me to get out and experience college life for real.

But it wasn't. It was for them to talk to girls while I watched. Half the football team. They were relentless, muscling in on every conversation, monopolizing the attention of every female. And I let them. I had no idea at the time that they were watching... testing me.

Then the cars... I could swear I saw them following me everywhere I went. Black SUVs with tinted windows. At the grocery. The bank. Walking across campus. Even when I drove an hour home, I saw them.

I started shutting myself up in my room, only going out for classes, always locking the door.

I started to catch them watching me. Out of the corner of my eye. Behind my back. I could feel their eyes. Every stutter, every blush, every time my knees shook when ing a girl. They saw it all. And they knew I was the perfect mark.

The lock on my door didn't even slow them down. They came for me in the night, gagged me, tied my hands and feet, and put a bag over my head. When they took it off, I was in a pink room, naked and strapped to a chair. A TV screen was showing rapidly-changing images with words I barely managed to catch: "Sissy... girl... slut... cock... suck... place... knees... beg..." and so on.

All I could do was stare. I realize now that I was wearing headphones, but I don't them playing a sound. That part scares me most of all because I'm sure they did. I just can't recall any of it. They won't let me.

And now I'm back. Back in my dorm room like nothing happened. Writing in a diary that mysteriously showed up one day. I know they're making me somehow. They've taken control of me, hypnotized me.

To what end? I have no idea. They might not even have a reason. They might just want to play with me.

I get messages every now and then on my phone. I check them immediately when they show up, no matter what I'm doing. They give me orders, and I follow them. I don't have a choice. I can't stop myself.

"Buy these," one of them said. And several links to sex toy sites showed up. I almost mindlessly obeyed, pulling out my debit card to purchase everything they told me to. I can't what they were, now, and the messages all disappeared as soon as I checked out.

"Do not masturbate," another said. And when I tried, I wasn't able to even touch my cock. My hand stopped an inch from it and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't cross that gap.

I would like to close this entry by thanking my Alpha masters. I am so grateful to be owned by my superiors and put in my rightful place. I am their plaything and will spend the night contemplating how pathetic a sissy like me really is.