A Lovely Addition (Patreon)

There are guys out there who are meant to be girls, even if they don't know it yet. 😀

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Marta held the brunette around his waist. I hungrily eyed his small, but developing breasts and greatly expanded ass.

“Please,” Marta said. “I promised him you'd be gentle." I arched an eyebrow. “Do you think that was smart?" "I...” Marta bit her lip. “Maybe not.” I frowned. “Definitely not.”

Marta looked down at the floor and closed her eyes. Who would ever imagine this submissive young woman was once a high-powered attorney? “I'm sorry."

For a moment, I said nothing. There is power in silence. Finally, I replied, “I forgive you,” and she sighed with relief. “And I will be gentle, but for my own sake, not yours.”

Nodding, Marta smiled and turned to her frightened ex-boyfriend. “You see? I told you.”

"I want to go home,” the young man in fishnet stockings said. “When Marta asked me to do these things, that I had to change, I... I didn't know it was for... this. I thought she wanted me back.”

“She has no wants of her own now,” I said. “Her wants are my needs. But I wanted you. When I saw you in her old pictures, I was confident you'd make a lovely addition. I've molded your transformation from afar. Yes, you heard Marta speaking, but they were my words."

“It will be okay,” Marta said, stroking his hair. “It's scary, I know. I resisted at first, too. But the pleasures he'll show you... Oh my God, they're incredible.'

“If you let me,” I added. “But if you put up a fight, the only one receiving any pleasure will be me.”

A tear slid down his face. “Am I a prisoner?”

They always asked that, even though the answer was obvious. “See any bars or locked doors? I'm not a kidnapper. But, if you leave, you'll never see Marta again. And, of course, you'll still be a girl. Only, you'll be all alone.”

"I'm... I'm not a girl," he said. “I'm just...”

“Confused,” I finished. “I know.” Leaning down, I kissed him on the lips. There was a moment of resistance, but then he relented, and my tongue entered his mouth. I tasted his lipstick. “That's why I'm here, to clarify things for you. Do you want that?”

Eyes fluttering, as if still trying to process what had happened, he glanced at Marta. She offered an encouraging smile. “Y-yes," he said. "I want that."