Tiffany, my darling love of my life, changed that.
The fact, recently I rarely thought about jacking off, only as a passing thought, and only to see if it still works.
My body hair had started to thin or fall out, while my facial hair grew slower and less. Those things I didn’t mind so much.
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Also, I did envy the way women gyrated their hips as they walked, and how wearing a simple pair of heels made men glued to their butts. It’s something a guy, couldn’t do.
The thing I hated was, how they used their sex to manipulate innocent souls like me. I hate Tiffany more than any other woman I know. She was the personification of evil.
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So here I was moping around my loft for two days, trying to get my head around things. Mom knew something was up, but I didn’t say anything.
Then the light bulb went off inside my head. I had already been curious and wondered what it would be like to have a set of tits, even before Tiffany’s experiment. Now I have small man-boobs and gradual weight loss. I did like dressing up girly and the odd make-up. Getting away with it in public was nerve-racking, but I’m past that now.
Everything was going fine until the BX9 thugs caught me.
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Sitting at home staring at the walls and thinking about Tiffany’s game, Zayne, the thugs, the upcoming festival, and my decision. Damn Tiffany.
After two days, I didn’t still feel like leaving my loft, but I started feeling horny again.
Was it boredom, confusion, horniness? I lay on my bed and open my box of toys and pulled out my 8-inch rubber replica cock. It’s been a while since I opened this box, but today I needed time to pleasure myself.
I held it open and compared it to my cock. It looked 3-4 inches larger than my limp cock. I rubbed handwash over my ass before I first fingered my ass before inserting it inside my ass.
Wow, once it slid inside me, I lay down on my stomach and spread my legs over the edge of my bed.
After fucking myself with it for about a minute. I pulled it out and sucked on it, before crawling down to my floor. The floor was polished floorboards. I then set the fake cock up on the floor near my bed and then lowered my body, and guided my ass into it, while grabbing my cock and balls.
I could feel the knob enter my ass, as I squatted over it. It felt like a long-lost friend.
Once it bottomed inside me, I let out a tiny grunt. I sat still with it buried inside me and breathing slowly.
After a few minutes of stretching my calves, I slowly began to grind on it, with my back supported by my bed.
I ground my hips and ass over it and caressed my manboobs, while I slowly squatted and pushed up from it, with my back rubbing against the backrest of my bed, then plunged back done on it.
It had been almost two weeks since the BX9 crew went through me, so it had been that many days since I thought about sex.
Eventually, cum trickled from the tip of my cock, and I felt good about myself afterward. I repeated the exercise the next day and the day after.
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No longer was I depressed, I was back to fantasizing about BX9 and started thinking about going to the upcoming LGBTQ Festival. Oh, I still hated Tiffany. With all the dramas going on, I had forgotten about Zayne.
I rang Dr. Helena and told her I wanted to start taking transition treatment and therapy.
To be continued….