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It was Friday night, and I had plans to go out with Amy to the movies and the mall. She was still upset because I had canceled on her to be with Adrien, which, in my opinion, was exaggerated and dramatic. I liked Amy, but she always wanted to be the center of attention, and when she wasn't, she could be quite unbearable. However, I enjoyed spending time with her. We had things in common, and she was very hot and intelligent.
My parents lent me the car, and I picked her up from her house. She greeted me warmly, seemingly having put her anger aside. We talked about classes and assignments as I drove to the mall. I bought two tickets for a horror movie that was starting in a couple of hours, and we used that time to grab some food and stroll through the shops.
The conversation flowed, we laughed, talked about ourselves, shared personal stories, and we got along very well. It was a pleasant feeling of understanding. It was hard for me to even think that just a few hours ago I had been in the bathtub fucking the shit out of myself and smelling Luca's speedo. Was it really me? Because we really looked like two different people. Which one was the real Dany?
"Everything okay, handsome? You zoned out. What are you thinking about?" Amy asked, looking up from the clothing rack that separated us.
"I was thinking about whether I returned Luca his swimsuit. I think I left it in my backpack and didn't give it back to him."
"Oh, I'm sure he won't mind. You're going to see each other next week anyway," the voices of people around us mixed with the store's music. "What do you think of this outfit? Cute, right?"
"It's like a school cheerleader uniform," it was a two-piece, a white top with a subtle pattern and a pleated skirt in blue and white.
"Indeed, but it looks nice. I could wear it to cheer you on in your games or competitions... and in other places too," she said with a wink. "I can see your eyes light up."
Indeed, my eyes were lit up, but not because of her words, but because I was imagining myself wearing that outfit in the gym's changing rooms, on all fours over a bench, receiving from both sides my teammates as they lift my skirt and hold onto my hair. It would be great motivation before the game, or after, or before and after, even the reserve players could impregnate the captain, who would gladly receive their cum as...
"Earth calling Dany, come in, Dany. You're daydreaming again," Amy said, taking my hand.
"Sorry, I was thinking about what you said. I was..."
"Imagining things?"
"Exactly."
"Naughty boy," she said with a smile. She glanced at her phone for a moment and then put it away. "We still have forty minutes before the movie, want to take a stroll?"
"Sure, whatever you want," I said, and we left the store hand in hand. I wanted to buy the outfit she was holding but I didn't want to draw any attention from Amy.
We passed a MacStore, Williams Sonoma, Pottery Barn. We entered a Starbucks for a couple of coffees and continued to kill time until Amy pointed out a particular establishment.
"Have you ever thought about getting a manicure or painting your nails? I've seen a lot of guys doing it."
"Where have you seen them?" I asked as I looked at the establishment, which, according to the signs on the glass, specialized in manicures, pedicures, nail applications, and all things related, using words I had never heard in my life.
"We should give it a try! The movie doesn't start for a while. Come on," a smile lit up her face completely.
I liked the idea. I had never considered it, but I thought it was a somewhat feminine task, so I loved the idea of trying it. I was excited, but I didn't want that excitement to be too obvious. I wasn't ready to discuss this shit with Amy, or anyone for that matter, so I hesitated for about forty seconds, suggesting that it was something for girls and that we should go look for some football sneakers I wanted to see. Luckily, Amy insisted again, and then, pretending to do it reluctantly, I agreed.
We entered the establishment. Amy spoke to the girl at the counter, who led us to some tables where they began to file our nails, trim bits of rough skin, and who knows what else. I didn't understand much of what they were doing, but I decided to trust the process.
"Hey, I wanted to apologize for the other day. I don't know how close you are with Adrien, I didn't even know you were friends. I got upset, and I think it was wrong of me."
Her words took me by surprise, especially when she named Adrien. Hearing his name from someone else produced a strange feeling in me, excitement, something that made my brain release large amounts of endorphins.
"You don't have to apologize. I don't think it was right to leave you there without explanation and go with him either. He helped me with some homework and passing previous exams, so I owe him a lot. He's a great guy when you get to know him."
"I don't doubt that. He seems very intelligent, although... well, I wouldn't expect you and him to be friends. You're completely different."
"You're the second person who has told me that today," I said, laughing.
"Really? Who was the first?"
"It doesn't matter. But yes, he's much smaller, shorter, more focused on studies..."
"Yeah you look older and a lot bigger than him. Anyway, what I mean is that I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. If he's your friend, I respect that."
"Again, you have nothing to apologize for," I told her, and we both smiled.
When we left the nail parlor, my hands looked like they belonged in a commercial. They were hairless and had perfectly manicured nails. They weren't the hands you'd expect a football player to have, and, of course, they looked zero heterosexual, as they had been lightly painted with a translucent pink that looked quite feminine. I loved them, but I didn't say so. Amy, on the other hand, couldn't stop expressing her fascination with how our hands turned out as we walked to the movie theater.
"We should buy skincare products too, you know? Or why not, let's go get our hair done another day. You could get highlights, you'd look great. I don't know which football player has blond highlights in his hair and looks quite handsome."
"Ah, I love the idea. In fact, I also want to grow my hair out."
"You'd look very good. How long would you like to leave it?"
"Hmm, I think at neck length. I don't know; I want to see how it looks. I've always had short hair, so I don't know how it would look."
"Hmm, I think you'd look good. Your features are somewhat androgynous, so if you don't mind being mistaken for a girl, I don't think you'd have a problem."
"I'd be a muscular girl," I said, laughing. The problem was that I laughed like a girl, in fact, I was behaving like one, and I was just realizing it. I glanced at Amy, but she didn't seem to notice, or at least she didn't show it.
"I love your muscles," she said, hugging my arm.
We entered the theater and reclined in our seats. The movie was quite good; I really liked the scenes and visuals, so I left quite pleased. I smiled as I glanced at my nails; they still looked incredibly feminine. I was becoming the little girl Adrien wanted.
We had dinner at a nearby burger restaurant. I was looking at the menu when it was our turn to order, and then I looked up, and everything in my mind instantly vanished. The waiter was a guy about my age, a bit slimmer than me, tall, with hair falling over his forehead and a lip piercing. He had a haughty, almost arrogant look that made him appear even sexier. The uniform was a bit short on him, and a strip of skin was visible between his T-shirt and his pants.
Unconsciously, I started to salivate. I thought that this guy was way too sexy, especially with that air of superiority. I imagined him taking me to the kitchen, to the fridge, and forcing me to suck his dick. I imagined him kissing me and touching my body. I could almost feel his slender waist under my hand.
"I'll have a Monster Burger with a Coca-Cola," I said just fast enough for neither him nor Amy to notice my daydreaming. To my disappointment, the waiter only took our order and said goodbye. He didn't give me an interested look or a wink, nothing.
Fuck.
During dinner, I discreetly stole a few glances at the waiter, trying not to make him uncomfortable or let Amy notice.
After we finished our meal, I settled the bill, and we left the establishment. As we headed towards the parking lot where my car was parked, we encountered a supplements store. Amy wanted to go in and buy some energy bars, so I followed her and took a glance at the products. None of them piqued my interest, except for those designed for building muscle mass, which was exactly what I wanted to shed. That's when something caught my eye. It was a small jar labeled "Dropkick," and underneath the name was listed several ingredients with the description "for muscle reduction and definition." I inquired with a store clerk about it, and he explained that this supplement was specifically for reducing muscle size without gaining weight in the process.
"Typically, actors or actresses who need to dramatically change their bodies for different roles purchase this. Some bodybuilders who can no longer keep up with their workout routines, whether due to age, injury, or a desire to cut down their time at the gym, also use it," the clerk informed me.
"Perfect, I'll take it," I said, paid at the counter, and caught up with Amy at the exit. She gave me a strange look and asked what I had bought. "Omega 3, I don't like the taste of fish, and this is the only way I can maintain a balanced diet." I replied.
Things were starting to get interesting.
"Someone stole my swimsuit. Everyone at this school is a bunch of fuckin' thieves. If they're not swiping a wallet, they're now pilfering clothes. It's just not pos..." - a piece of fabric struck Luca in the face mid-sentence. He examined it and then looked at me, bewildered. "Why did you have it?"
"You left it lying around the other day. I picked it up so it wouldn't get lost and was planning to return it to you. You're welcome," I said, faking annoyance. It was time I returned the speedo to my friend. I had washed it the night before, and with great effort, I decided to give it back. The truth was, I didn't want to. I liked having it, I liked smelling it, tasting it, but it wasn't right. I was no thief.
"Thanks, Danny. I didn't know you had it. I thought it had been stolen or that I had lost it somewhere on the way home."
"No problem, you have nothing to thank me for."
We exited the gym and headed towards the main entrance. We chatted about the new PlayStation games when I received a message on my phone. I read it and then pocketed it.
"I have to leave you. I need to go somewhere before heading home."
"Sure, no problem. See you tomorrow, Dany," we said goodbye at the door and went separate ways. It was growing dark, but the evening remained warm. The wind gently rustled the tree leaves, almost like a caress. The streets were nearly empty, except for a few scattered people. I walked towards the park, accompanied by the soft and soothing sound of the waves, and there, on one of the benches, sat Adrien with two ice creams in his hands. His eyes brightened when he saw me. I imagine the same happened with mine. I approached him quickly, and we embraced.
"Look, I bought you an ice cream. I wasn't sure what your favorite flavor was, so I got strawberry. Everyone likes strawberry. But I also got vanilla. I don't know which one you prefer," he said, offering both cones. I smiled.
"Strawberry is fine, thank you very much" I took the cone and placed my backpack on the bench. We sat down and started talking. We discussed our week. He told me about his exams, the campaigns he had going on in his video games, and the subjects he was taking. I also talked about my days, school, training, and the upcoming tournaments. However, I didn't mention anything about the dildo I had bought, nor the app I had downloaded and deleted, or the chastity cage, or my date with Amy. Our "relationship" had no established rules, I wouldn't even know if you could call it a relationship. In that case, I had never been in such a situation that could guide me, nor did I know anyone who had. None of my friends had recently become someone's bitch at school, as far as I knew. Everything was new to me, as if I were living in an alternate reality.
"Hey, I love your nails. Did you get a manicure? They look beautiful," Adrien said, taking my hand to examine them.
"Yeah, something like that. I got it at the mall," I replied before licking my ice cream again.
"They look incredible... and have you lost some weight? When I hugged you, you felt slimmer."
"Well, I haven't been to the gym for a few days. It must be why," I was feeling both uncomfortable and excited at the same time.
"You look incredible, really. I adore you," he said in a low voice so that the few people around us couldn't hear. "With the earrings, the nails, the body... bit by bit, you're starting to look more like a girl. Don't you love that?"
"Actually, I do," I said, feeling my face flush. "I think I'll go get my hair done next. Although I have no idea how to ask for it. I'll look for some ideas on the internet."
"It's already getting longer," he said as he ran his fingers through my hair, "much longer, but there's still some way to go before it reaches your neck. But I like how it looks. You should ask for something quite feminine. Bit by bit, you're looking the way I want you to."
"What do you want?" I whispered, leaning closer to Adrien, speaking almost into his ear. I was rock hard.
"Mmmm, I want you to have a slimmer waist, fag" he said, discreetly hugging that part of my body. "Maybe a belly button piercing? I don't know. Long, smooth legs like the rest of your body." He also spoke in a whisper, but his eyes had changed; they now looked like the eyes of a hunter. "Breasts, I'd like you to have breasts. Nothing extravagant or too noticeable, you know? Maybe an A-cup, just enough to squeeze them while I fuck you the way you like." He slid his hand from my chest to my crotch in a quick, barely noticeable movement and caressed me. "You do have a big dick, have you been told?"
"... Yes..."
"Well, that's okay when you're a boy, but you're about to stop being one. I'd like it to be smaller, much smaller. Besides, you won't be using it, and you don't need it to be so big. Or do you?"
"Actually, no, I don't think so, sir."
"Think about it," he moved away from me a bit. "It would help you with your extracurricular activities, like your dance classes, because you did enroll in those classes as I told you, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did, sir. They start this Friday."
"Good, you're such an obedient girl. Maybe, after several classes, you can request a uniform change and look like the other girls in your class, as we planned, don't you think? Or even more than that, maybe you can change your swimming and diving swimsuit, stop wearing that speedo, and start wearing a one-piece suit suitable for girls, covering your entire torso. Wouldn't you like that, Dany? That your friends gradually realize that their captain and friend is actually a sissy, a fag who likes to be dominated by other boys. That would be exciting."
"I... I don't know, I mean... it excites me, but... what if things go wrong?"
"It's your last year; it wouldn't be a big deal. Besides, I know you're excited by the idea; I can see it in your pants," he said, diverting his gaze towards my crotch, where my boner was growing and growing. "Another downside of having a big dick, isn't it?"
"Sort of."
"Think about it, little by little, your friends will realize what a fag you are. They'll see you wearing panties and thongs during soccer practice, or a girl's uniform for swimming. They'll see you arriving at school wearing your leotard and dance tights. They'll see you wearing makeup," he got up from the bench, stretched, and whispered in my ear. "Your first thought when you see them will be to imagine how they'll fuck you from behind, how they'll impregnate you like you're their girlfriend, how they'll pull your hair and show you how a real man behaves." He moved away again and finished his ice cream, eating the last bit of the cone. His voice returned to normal. "I don't know, you should think about it; I feel it could be very cool. Want to take a walk for a while?"
My ice cream had almost melted in my hand. I hadn't touched it at all since Adrien started talking. I rushed to finish it and clean up before getting up and walking with him. I couldn't believe that someone who looked so young and acted so lovely had such... elaborate ideas, to say the least. In any case, he should be the one doing the things he was saying. He had the slenderest body, longer and blonder hair, he was more effeminate and girly. But everything was the other way around. A fucking girly boy was making me his bitch.
We continued talking about the topic for a while but in a more casual manner as we walked through the park, leaving behind the tourists and heading into the streets. He said he thought it was a great idea for me to start wearing girls' uniforms at school, get rid of my boys' underwear, and change everything for thongs and panties. While he didn't explicitly say it, he hinted that I should seek encounters with more men, not just him. As I was about to ask him about it, he said goodbye. I hadn't realized that we had walked straight to his house.
"I'd like you to come in, but my parents are in the living room, they're expecting me for dinner and I didn't tell them I was bringing a visitor. I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't worry, it's okay, I wasn't expecting to meet your parents either. It would be a little intimidating," I replied.
"See you tomorrow? We'll see if we can study together." He said with a wink.
"That sounds like a great plan to me," we hugged and before I walked into his house, he said:
"Think about what I'm telling you. I think you might like that road I mentioned" he formed the word `fag' with his mouth and winked an eye to me.
My underwear was leaking so much precum that I could cum with the slightest touch.