WAVES DON'T FORGIVE [HUMILIATION STORIES PART 1] [FANTASY] [EARLY ACCESS]

Alternative kinky reality, year 2014, surfing competition, Hawaii

At the end of summer, you flew to Hawaii with the team representing your university at a surfing competition. Overall, everything was great, four guys competing in the male category, three girls in the female category (including you - though in your case, with a small but still adventurous remnant between your legs, as a femboy).

The conditions were rough - huge waves, aggressively shifting water levels, generally brutal. But none of you were too worried, because before the competition there were plenty of ceremonies and parties. The biggest, wildest one took place the day before - starting early so everyone could sober up in time for the next day.

Back when you were male, you were a hardcore party person with a high alcohol tolerance, so you started knocking back beers and drinks in ridiculous amounts from early morning. Unfortunately, you didn’t account for the fact that after your transformation you had lost nearly 25 kg, which significantly lowered your alcohol tolerance.

You blacked out.

Luckily, they managed to wake you in time, and you were able to compete - but nowhere near your peak form. During your scored wave entry, you wiped out before the wave even fully formed. It looked terrifying. Three lifeguards were sent out on jet skis, along with a helicopter, to rescue you.

They found you and pulled you ashore - no serious injuries, but an overwhelming dose of humiliation. Everyone was shocked, how could someone show up to a competition so unprepared?

To make matters worse, mouth-to-mouth was given to you by a local lifeguard - the very one you had been crushing on for the past four days. That stirred up a flood of emotions in you, still slightly drunk (more on that in a moment).

The rules of the place were clear: whoever turned out to be the biggest failure of the competition would be displayed as a statue for the god of waves and for local tourists - just like in the old days. Back then, the person would lose their life; you only had to serve 24 hours in a beachside museum where the competition took place.

That wouldn’t have been so bad, if not for one detail, where people used to be impaled, it had now been replaced with a medium-sized dildo as a symbolic reference to tradition.

That combined with the memory of the hot lifeguard kissing you, perfectly matching your type, made your already quite tight bikini start to betray you, as your small little friend began to show.

You shouted for someone to cover you up, but since you were behind a glass display, no one could really hear you.

Still that didn’t stop people from gathering, crowds lining up to take pictures with you and stare. Half the island showed up - even people who had no interest in surfing, all coming just to witness the most humiliating moment of your life...



PART 1 of a new FEMBOY HUMILIATION series, where I’ll present five stories about femboys in an alternative reality - a bit more kinky than our dull, everyday world - all centered around one of my favorite kinks: humiliation.

Your task in each story is to put yourself in the main character’s place and rate, on a scale from 1 to 10, how humiliated you’d feel after going through something like that.

Something extra for higher tier supporters coming soon ❤️