#m2f2m

starts out accidentally, with a "oh, i'm so sorry! i'm just used to being around other transmascs, aha". no big deal, "i don't mind"

maybe there's a twitch in my face, or maybe he noticed how my eyes widened with excitement—how they filled with a need for more.

he starts getting more playful with it. "i'm sure you would've made such a good boy, what a shame" followed by a laugh. "you gotta cut some of that hair, dude, doesn't it get in the way? you'd be so much cuter with a cut like mine".

there's more tells now; a red face, a growing bulge in my jeans, and darting eyes that avoid his gaze. he definitely knows.

"it's not too late to be a good boy, pup. wouldn't you much rather just be a pretty boytoy for me? i just want you to be who you really are. let me help you."

imagining a lesbian passing me by and looking at me up and down, "awww, you're such a good boy!! us gay girls and gay men have to be there for eachother, you know?' she pets me, running her fingers through my hair and messing it up. as she starts to walk away, she goes, "if you don't have one already, i just know any man would be lucky to own and keep a cute boy like you around."