Part Time Boytoy

I wanna turn a trans boy back into a girl. Slowly. I’ll tell him I see him as a man, even with his cute tits and pussy. In fact, I see him as such a man, there’s no need for him to bind or anything silly like that. Boys can have tits. It’s okay! I’ll tell him he’s such a good boy for sending me videos of him fucking his cunt, that his little ‘t-dick’ looks so big and hard. It’s okay to shave, I know it annoys him, and I’ll assure him I prefer when his pussy is all smooth anyway. He’s still a man! It’s okay that he’s so small, I like being bigger than him. He’s still a boy, don’t worry about it. I’ll tell him I’m just concerned, and that I think letting me play with his tits will help his dysphoria. This is a safe space for him, I will always see him as a man. He just needs to get used to it, right? It’s okay if he cries when he’s naked and I’m abusing his tits, he’s just embarrassed that his little pussy is so wet. He’s still… a boy, I guess. I’ll wear him down, slowly. Until one day, without him realising, his hair has gotten longer, and his body is shaved smooth, and he can’t remember the last time he took his T because I see him as a boy anyway, right? So it doesn’t really matter. It’s not like he leaves the house much anyway. He’s too busy drooling into the pillows and fucking his cunt. She can’t even remember why she had her hair short in the first place. She likes it longer. Sometimes she cries when I suck her tits and tell her I’m going to make her a mommy, but she doesn’t really know why. And I tell her it’s okay, she’s just excited. Silly girls are so emotional. That’s why I make all the decisions for her, right?