A little bit of this and a little bit of that

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Because that's how guys get off

And I'm not allowed to cum unless I figure out how to cum untouched by using the toy

Dancer forcemasc. You have to do the lifting so bulk up so you can pick up your partner!!

I love this sm so get ready for a long one.

You’ve been dancing since you were small, but something changed recently. Your college program, although all girls, has decided to do the nutcracker this year.

You were chosen to be the prince, and even though you previously protested—you have been the head of your company for years—you have to accept your role.

Then you meet your Clara. She is graceful in a way you never have been, in her body relaxed and elegant. You’ve been told you are too stiff before, you just see it as technical perfection.

She smiles at you and starts happily telling you about how excited she is to be your Clara for the ballet this year. She’s from another company, but she’s just moved to the school. She says she hopes you can lift her by show time, with weak dancer arms like those.

Something sparks in you, you will be the perfect prince for her. You want to lift her like she’s made of feathers, float her in the air effortlessly.

You start training and she’s pleased with you, fawning over your muscles. She brings a small vile and syringe to practice and tells you it will help you get stronger. She could tell you anything and you’d listen.

She injects you as she kneels before you, you make eye contact as she presses the plunger down.

You progress much faster, begging to hear her praise every day at the studio. You ask her how she’s so graceful and she tells you how much she loves her body, her curves and soft edges. She asks if you feel the same about yours.

You realize you’ve loved your body more as it changed for her, every part that’s separate from the girl you were before. You’ve felt more connected with your body as you become a man.

You thank her, she smiles down at you, calls you cute.

You get to lift practice and you’re ready, with ease you fly her up, watching the sparkles of her tutu glint. She was born to be a princess, and you her prince.

After the first show, you’re electric. She runs to you and you pick her up in a hug. As she slides out of your arms, you feel her knee between your legs. You look to her and she winks at you. She goes to greet her friends and family, but you’re gone. Your vision is hazy as she walks away, she has lit something in you that you can’t name.

Behind the auditorium, she finds you in the cold air, sweating. She smiles knowingly and asks you back to her dorm. “My roommate went home this week,” she smiles.

You follow her, as you would to the ends of the earth, and are tangled with her in her bed. She kisses you and lovingly runs her fingers through your hair, which has become curlier in the past months.

She flips you onto your back, much harder now that you have muscles, but you let her. She pulls your boxers down. She got them for you because your bottom growth was bothering you. She’s elated to see you’re hard for her.

She licks at your tip and you watch her eyes sparkle as you rut up at her mouth. She grabs your hips and presses them down, setting her mouth to work your dick.

You moan and say you want to make her feel good. “Then be good and let me make you cum as much as I want.”

you can't get this back. it will take years before your hair gets to that length they want and anyways, once i parade you around, make you introduce yourself with your real name, everyone will will know.

"no no no everyone will see." damn right. you're a man, and now they'll all know.

ugh and he's so worried about it being ugly, ruining the little girl he is. years of hiding and being perfect, on the floor, unrestorable. now they'll all know, now they'll all see i've ruined you. you're a man now you can't take this back.

run your hands over your spikey head. breathe in and out. stand like a man.

arghghhhghghghghhhh and it's so permanent. sure you can grow it back out and try to take back your words, but

hhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn fighting to leave, dodging the shears, grabbing you by that long hair you so wanna keep and holding your head still with it.

I’ve been shaving my head every so often since I came out in 2015, and it’s pretty much synonymous with my transmasculinity at this point. It’s getting long again, about an inch and a half.

I want to ask my boyfriend to do a forcemasc head shaving scene with me, and I was wondering if you had any suggestions? I’ve never done it as a sex thing before, and I’m feeling a little lost on how to set this up.

The soft hum of the electric razor filled the air as Dottore expertly ran it across Pantalone's scalp. His fingers, practiced and nimble, worked the razor with a fluidity that spoke of countless hours spent perfecting the craft. The chrome blade gleamed in the harsh light of the barbershop, reflecting the myriad emotions that danced across Pantalone's face. His eyes were fixed on the mirror in front of him, watching as his once lush mane was shorn down to mere stubble.

Meanwhile, I knelt between his legs, my lips locked around his throbbing member. My own hands worked in tandem with my mouth, stroking and teasing him, urging him ever closer to the brink of ecstasy. The scent of his skin, a mixture of sweat and aftershave, filled my nostrils, driving me wild with desire.

The barbershop was silent except for the humming of the razor and the occasional soft groan or labored breath from Pantalone as he surrendered himself to the sensations. I felt the warmth of his hand on the back of my head, guiding me as I took him deeper, harder, my tongue dancing across his swollen flesh. His hips bucked forward, meeting my rhythm as if we were made for each other.

As I worked, I glanced up at Dottore from the corner of my eye. His face was a mask of concentration, his movements precise and fluid. The way he shaved Pantalone's head, as if he had done this many times before, easily switching from an electric to a straight razor, his skill with a razor was nothing short of mesmerizing.

Pantalone's breath hitched in his throat, and I knew he was close. I tightened my lips around him, sucking harder. His hips bucked while he tried to remain still enough to avoid being nicked by the razor, urging me to continue I obliged, my tongue dancing against his sensitive flesh. Not more than a few moments later with hoarse cry, he came, his seed filling my mouth in hot, salty waves. I swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of him.

As his orgasm subsided, I pulled back slightly, my lips brushing against his softened member. Dottore finished shaving Pantalone's head, wiping the remaining foam from his neck with a towel. He stepped back, admiring his work in the mirror. "There we are” he said with a smile. "Your new look is quite striking."

take off those heels and uncross your legs. aren’t dresses just so uncomfortable? why don’t we slip you into something more comfortable, like a big t shirt and some basketball shorts? i’ll even let you borrow some boxers. you don’t need to wear those pink panties anymore. is your hair bothering you? i’ll pull it and position you as i shave it, until it’s all gone.