Valentine’s day

Pulling out his phone and opening the camera, Tyler posed for a selfie, making sure his tits were sitting nicely in his new dress. Feeling satisfied, he sent the photo to his boyfriend followed by a quick text: 

“Can’t wait to see you tonight, here’s a sneak peek of my outfit… maybe you can help me take it off after dinner and see what’s underneath!” 

It was all still new to him: the boyfriend, the flirting, the tits, but it turned Tyler on just thinking about it. He remembered his last valentine’s day, a day he mostly spent at home playing video games, and compared it to his life now. Like always, he came to the same conclusion: Being a woman was just so much better. Second Puberty had catapulted him from being a gangly shut-in to a gorgeous blonde sweetheart in a matter of days, a change he happily embraced the second he experienced his first female orgasm halfway through his changes. The tits were a late addition, filling out his now curvy frame days after he thought the changes had finished, but now they were maybe his favorite feature. It was one he had quickly built his wardrobe around at least. Most of his tops showed off his generous cleavage by now, a choice that his new boyfriend loved.

He had met Jack at a party a few weeks ago and had instantly fallen for him; he was funny, thoughtful, and most importantly for Tyler, incredible in bed. In fact, just thinking about what he had planned for tonight turned Tyler on even more as he slipped his hand under his new dress and felt the growing wet spot forming under the lingerie he’d picked out as a surprise for Jack. Maybe he’d have to rub one out now just so he’d be able to make it through the dinner…