I must have had a name once. But, I live aboard a Natick Class YTB Harbor Tugboat. She was built sometime after World War II and she’s big and ugly....But she’s me and vice-versa. So, now everybody just calls me “Tug.”Docked among the big pleasure boats, my tug’s an utter misfit. She has a vulgar rusty paint job, instead of being brilliantly white. When I first saw her, the other boats seemed to be shunning her; like everybody shunned me growing up. It was love at first sight.I told you that I. Don'tyou like your party dress?" "Mom!" I said. "It's not mine, it's Beth's. She just dressed me up init. And I don't wear dresses. I'm a boy!" "Oh, I see. Well you certainly don't look like a boy. You look like avery pretty girl. And from what I could see when I walked in, youenjoyed being a girl when you were playing with your sisters." "Yes, that's true. I did enjoy myself. They're always doing girl stufftogether and I have nobody to play with. To tell you the truth, it'sbeen difficult being. Which mostly means he gets to screw whatever new bimbo he thinks is hot. But I agreed to it, for God only knows what reason and now if I put my foot down I come off as the bitch. So I guess, this is how my relationship is. I sighed and shut my laptop. A cute girl caught my eye, and for just a second I thought I might actually have the confidence to talk to her. But just as I took a step forward I bumped into a waiter passing by and found myself with scalding coffee drenching the front of my. I must look horrible, my face red from the anxiety and fear along with tears and cum running down it. “You look amazing girl”, he mockingly said to me, “Spread them.” That full-on fear kept me in a constant state of submission. I slowly wrapped my arms around my body but felt my knees and feet slowly move further away from each other. I felt my eyes close again as more tears welled up and my breathing became little gasp as the fear kept building. “Open your eyes bitch and keep them open.” His.