Earl felt the shift as he stepped into the elevator. His shirt felt loose around his shoulders and the sensation of the familiar bulge was gone in his pants. Two small but soft projections jiggled ever so slightly against his shirt and poked through slightly. Though he was now a she, he knew his body was not exaggerated in its femininity.
This was his girlfriend's doing. She wanted a girlfriend but not one that was too overtly girly. She liked them on a bit on the masculine side and, through some strange quirk of fate, she got a lover who fit that description.
Now Earl had a bit of a dilemma as the elevator moved up and he was flanked by two of its occupants: a man and a woman. Should be try to pass as a man or embrace his womanhood?
Stormfries
2018-10-06 11:52:48 +0000 UTCZac Crockett
2018-10-05 13:03:11 +0000 UTCErin Brioche
2018-10-04 20:22:42 +0000 UTC