Feminization Route

Izuku Midoriya wasn’t exactly ‘masculine’ so to speak. For as long as Izuku has been alive, he’s always had a very feminine appearance. He had a narrow waist, wide hips, soft facial features, his voice even had a high pitch. Because of this, Izuku questioned if he actually was even a boy, he looked so much like a girl that he wasn’t sure.

“Izuku, I’m going to the grocery store. Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” Inko Midoriya asked as she stood at the front of the open door.

Her son was sitting at a table writing stuff down. “Nah, I’ve got a lot of work to do for school, so I’ll just hold down the fort for you.”

Inko smiled with pride. “Ok, just don’t over work yourself ok?” With that the matriarch of the Midoriya household closed the door and left. What Inko didn’t know was that her son had finished all his schoolwork an hour ago.

Izuku got up from his seat and put away all his school supplies. After that he walked into his mother's empty room and began to take off his clothes. He opened her closet and saw a plethora of women’s undergarments, dresses, and shoes that he could wear. Because of his androgynous, though mostly feminine, body Izuku developed a fascination with women’s clothing. The feeling of the soft fabrics against his permanently hairless skin was just exhilarating to him.

Izuku looked into the back of his Mother's closet where he found clothes that his mom had before she had gotten more rotund. While most men had seen his mother's new appearance as unattractive, Izuku thought his mother looked like a goddess sent to earth. He still fondly remembers the days when he was little and he and his mother would play dress up, which you could argue is what started Izukus fetish in the first place.

The green haired boy put on a pair of his mother's panties, followed by a pair of pantyhose and a pair of shoulder length gloves of the same fabric, he then reached around to his back and hooked on one of her old bras, put on a green negligee. Izuku stepped out of the closet and in front of a full body mirror, he looked at himself wearing his mother's clothes. If it weren’t for his short hair and the thing between his legs then Izuku would look just like his mother.

The crossdresser began to caress his body, groping his crotch with one hand, and non existent right breast in the other. “...Inko...Inko...Inko…” the boy continued to moan out his mother's name, his eyes closed as he tried to imagine his mother splayed out onto a bed, presenting herself to him.

"Inko~" the crossdresser moaned as he continued to stroke himself to the thought of his own mother presenting herself to her own son. Izuku imagined his hand was his mothers tight pussy wrapped around his shaft. His balls swelled with semen as he imagined his mother doggy style on the bed, their hips slamming together, the wet slap of their skin echoing through the room. The boy couldn't hold it anymore, and released his hot load into his imaginary mother, making a mess on her bed.

“Izuku?” The boy froze and turned to see his mother had already come back home with groceries and was standing in front of the doorway of her bedroom.