LuxuriaEuphoria

At first he'd befriend me and get me depending on him... Maybe some things suddenly "go wrong out of nowhere" and he's conveniently there to solve the problem or be a shoulder to cry on.

Then one day, when I'm weak and my willpower is low he tells me he wants me to be his partner. He says "partner" not girlfriend... But a lot of queer people do that.

I complain meekly that I'm a lesbian and he laughs "I'm basically he/him lesbian" "what's the difference really except for identity bullshit?"

I'm shocked at first, I've never heard him talk like this... But what he says makes a weird kind of sense.

"What's wrong? Don't you like me?" before I can regain my footing he abruptly gets to his feet, flings off his shorts and straddles his bare cunt across my face.

"don't you like pussy?"

The smell is overwhelming. So amazing, so feminine and inviting. A soft musk filling up my head and cock with a unified desire. Embarrassingly, I'm as hard as my feminized girlcock can get.

I eat his pussy all night with him cooing in my ear, my mind too gone to consciously process what he is telling me.

We start dating after that. He starts calling himself my girlfriend, as a joke at first but then more and more casually. It makes me feel more comfortable in a way, but there's something nagging in the back of my mind.

At this point he's become insanely jealous and controlling of my time, my friends and family slowly falling away until it's just me and him.

He also starts "swapping clothes" with me "as a kink", but he gives me men's clothes I've never seen before. She says it looks so "butch" on me, but... something feels like a joke I'm not in on.

When we go out it's the first time I've been in public presenting masculine in years. I feel even more self-conscious looking at my girlfrien-- I mean boyfriend. He looks so good, so pretty...

I notice some guys pointing at him and making blowjob gestures to each other. They see me and stop... are they going to beat me up? But no, they just go back to ignoring us.

"What assholes!" I exclaim to him.

What'd they do that was wrong? It was just boys being boys."

"they're not respecting your gender"

"why would they? I look like a girl and you look like a boy."

Again, I'm shocked until I catch my reflection in a window and realize it's true. I look like a boy... a faggy boy, but a boy.

"They probably stopped cause they thought you're my boyfriend." He looks seductively at one of the men, catching his eye. I feel a creeping nausea, "but I guess I don't have a boyfriend." He smiles at saying these words, mocking me.

I can only swallow weakly.

His tone suddenly goes cheery and singsong, "hey cutie, I have some more shopping to do. Why don't you be a good girl and go wait for me at home?"

With that he abruptly walks over to talk to the group of men, twirling his hair at them and giggling. They gesture at me and he laughs, shaking his head.

He comes back late the next night, smelling like sex and crashing off coke.

I'm so worried about him... Or am I worried? Am I...

Jealous?

After this I get very defensive of him. In public I no longer correct people who misgender me in case they think I'm a fag and want to steal my girlfriend. I start fighting men who look at him sideways.

He loves this. Tells me I'm so butch. Rewards me with head for winning fights.

Meanwhile I start to realize my body is masculinizing. My facial hair is growing in. He tells me it's so radical for queer women to grow a beard.

I look in the mirror, I see a man. He tells me it's wrong to perpetuate gender stereotypes.

One day we're fucking pretty wildly and the condom breaks.

"Keep going."

"but the condom"

"just pull out when you're about to cum, pleeeease" 🥺

Without waiting for me he drives my cock back into his pussy. It's achingly hard. I have to keep going... I can't pull myself away.

As I pound out his pussy a deep urge washes over me. I feel possessed. I need to get deeper, as deep as possible.

I desperately rut him until I can feel the pressure welling up in my balls. "I'm going to cum!"

He hooks his legs around me and holds me in. "Feel that, Daddy?" I shudder trying to hold back, "that's the feeling a Daddy feels right before he makes his girlfriend into his baby momma."

His voice drops to a low rasp gently caressing my ear, "It feels so right because you're a man. That's why I swapped your estrogen with testosterone. You look like a man, act like a man, fuck like a man. Its only natural for you to want to breed my fertile little pussy. Just let it happen."

With that I give in, spraying my hot load into his uterus. He pats my head, "good boy".

As I lay spasming in him, my mind utterly broken, he whispers one last thing:

"don't call me 'he' anymore. I'm not a man and it's your job to remind me of that."