Home for the holidays

Maybe this had gone too far. It had started off as a joke, but the longer John sat across from the man, the less funny it seemed to become. He was home for the holidays, visiting family in his hometown for a couple days before he went back to the city. He had ran into Mr. Smith, his high school best friend’s dad, at the bar he’d ducked into trying to get a break from his family. It was funny at first, walking up to him and introducing himself. He didn’t recognize John - Of course he didn’t, last time the two had seen each other John was taller, more athletic, and well… a man. 

His family hadn’t told anyone back home about his bout with Second Puberty, apparently. Why would they have? He knew they were embarrassed of him, their star athlete son turning into a girly girl, but he had embraced his new womanhood. After all, what other choice did he have? It wasn’t like he could hide his changes. He had lost almost a foot of height and dozens of pounds, although some of them had came back in his body’s gorgeous new curves. Curves he definitely didn’t mind showing off, much to his family’s further embarrassment. 

Which brought him back to the bar, sitting across from his friend’s dad in a dress that definitely put his tits at the center of attention. He had planned to act like a stranger for a few minutes before revealing his real identity for a laugh. That was almost half an hour ago. He’d introduced himself as Joanna, a college student from the city back for the holidays. Nothing he said was a lie, technically, but he held back on revealing the last part. He hadn’t thought of it before, but Mr. Smith was a lot funnier than he remembered. A lot more attractive, too. They exchanged glances between words, John focusing on his beard and strong forearms. It wasn’t until he caught Mr. Smith’s eyes lingering on his cleavage for just a moment too long that he realized - he wanted to fuck his friend’s dad. 

John had experimented some in his new body, a few drunken kisses, but this would be breaking a whole new boundary for him. How far would he let this take him? He imagined Mr. Smith leading him somewhere private, taking control of John’s new body as he submitted to his desires. As he finished his drink, the liquor lowering his inhibition even more, he made a quick decision. He was going to get fucked tonight, and the more he thought about it, the wetter the idea made him.

He took a deep breath, his breasts pushing against the straps of his dress, and gently placed his hand on Mr. Smith’s leg, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Slowly drawing his manicured fingers up his pants, his pulse quickened as he reached a familiar shape. Mr. Smith was hard. His best friend’s dad was getting hard for him. A few months ago, John would have been disgusted by that thought, but now it only turned him on more. Mr. Smith still had no idea it was him in here. Just one look, and he’d push him over the edge. It was all he could think about now, everything he knew he’d do behind closed doors. What was holding him back now, His masculinity? That was long gone, hidden behind his soft breasts, his makeup covered face. He wasn’t John anymore, in any real sense of the word. The only person Mr. Smith saw in front of him was Joanna, and John was ready to keep it that way. 

Tracing his fingernail along the outline of the bulge in Mr. Smith’s pants, Joanna looked up at him for a second before leaning over to whisper in his ear:

“How about we take this back to your place?”

She could almost taste his cock on her lips already.