Femboy

Alex had always been jealous of his sister.

Always called beautiful by everyone they met. The most popular of them, drawing people to her like bees to their queen. The most sexually gifted of them, in body and experience, the former definitely lending to her gaining the latter.

And Alex was jealous of it. He didn’t want to ever be a girl, but sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be like her. To be feminine and promiscuous. To be the apple of other’s eyes.

So he decided to go the middle route.

Old Rule: Alex Aphros is a femboy.

He felt his world shift, everything around him rippling as the Old Rule retroactively changed his life for, hopefully, the better.

When it was all said and done, Alex rushed to the bathroom to get a look at himself.

Flinging open the door, almost disregarding the new, larger, amount of beauty products in the cupboard, he stepped up to the mirror.

He was beautiful. Slim without a hint of fat, slightly muscled, his form was perfectly feminine. His face was soft and round, his eyes bright and cheerful. His hair was longer, reaching down to his upper back in soft brown waves.

A soft curve rounded his chest, though not enough to give more than a hint of breasts, with his lower end having both widened and expanded significantly. Long, hairless legs trailed down to petite feet. And between his legs sat a modest, flaccid, two inch penis, also perfectly hairless.

Alex reached up and touched his cheek, feeling the utter lack of his former peach fuzz as he marveled at his body.

His exploration of his body continued, prodding around his body as he exalted in the change. Eventually he reached his lower half, and one hand hesitantly drifted towards, not his dick, but his backdoor.

Poking at the puckered hole, a quiet moan was wrested from his lips. Pushing harder, he felt his finger dip into the cavity, and his eyes drifted shut as he basked in the pleasure.

For several long minutes, he thrusted his finger back and forth into himself, adding more as he went on, eventually almost shoving a full fist into his rectum.

His dick, hardened to a full four inches, loosed its load before he got that far though, leaving him breathless and leaning on the sink for support as his knees turned to jelly. Opening his eyes again, he caught sight of his flushed and dopily smiling visage in the mirror.

Looking down he saw his seed painting the doors of the cabinet below the sink, and he felt a rush of mortification.

Kneeling down and grabbing a towel to clean up his mess, he didn’t have time to hide his shame as he heard the bathroom doorknob jiggle then turn.

Twisting around, eyes wide, he saw the door swing open and his sister coming in.

She froze as she caught sight of him, her own eyes widening as she saw the situation before her.

The pair were stuck, staring at the other, not saying a word.