A few minutes alone and every so often, DJ strips down and poses in front of that mirror. He whines and bites his lip and wiggles helplessly as he begs the universe to turn him back to normal... He wishes and prays that his penis can miraculously spring out suddenly from between his legs as though it were merely tucked in all this time, and that his tail would grow back so that he can regain his masculine dragon dignity. He also wishes and prays that some miracle can happen so that the past several years or so of having a big silly dickless sissy reputation could somehow be undone. All those dicks taken into his body, always being teased and treated like a "plaything" by some of his friends etc. DJ hopes he can wake up and realize all of this was nothing more than a strange erotic dream.
But this is not done out of desperation or regret. In spite of sincerely attempting to go back, (taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and counting to 10) , there's a powerful thrill upon opening his eyes and realizing that the answer is simply "no".
He squeezes his soft feminine mound with both hands and squeals, basking in the fetishy denial and finding a deep kink-like bondage delight that he will remain stuck in a very female-like outward physical gender expression that feels so forbidden and exciting to him.
He was certain he had locked the door, but DJ looks up bashfully at his husband wondering how to explain himself... oops!
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2nd pic shows DJ being pouty. ><
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Trying to skip shading on a few pics this month, and providing more art as a tradeoff. Thanks again for the understanding. I really am feeling a lot better and looking forward to March content!