It's Marie's boyfriend

What is he doing there? You wonder as you see him through the eye-hole. He's about your age but not having taken any hormones all his life he's not, like you, girly and curved all around. Instead he's the sort of tall, square-built, sharp guy that always got Marie in trouble. You remember how she got caught in high school in an "indecent situation" with that sort of Trumale, as she was ready to drop her panties for the lucky boy. She always used to talk with you for ages, late at night, in your dorm room, of which was the sexiest, which one she though she wanted to be with the most, and what she though she would do to them... of course the treatment prevented both of you to get hard, but you remember finishing more than one of these nights chatting with a terrible urge in your loins and having a hard time going to sleep... No wonder she eventually got what she wanted, and is now strutting with her makeup, her D-cups, and her microskirts at the arm of that kind of giant. Most Pleasureboys you know eventually fall for the body modification fads anyway, getting pulpier lips, larger hips, breast implants, and other, kinkier things. These are worth nothing anyway these days, and you can get nanomods at your local store every day of the week.

You're remembering all that as you take a grey shorts rompers out of your drawers to cover yourself. Damn it, you didn't notice your butt was getting that bubbly, you half swear as you have to **** the thing around your hips and feel the light, soft, grey cotton uncomfortably hug your waist and butt. That will have to do nonetheless, you'll just buy more clothes next weekend when you go to the mall with Marie. You take a second to check your looks in the mirror as you leave: a perfect Pleasureboy. Of course the treatment always leaves you with that slightly slutty strut you've gotten used to, and that "Please bang me" kind of constant pout you've long gotten used to. But overall you are far less provocative than ten minutes ago.

You open the door and find yourself in front of a smiling Trumale (you never could quite get his name), with a pack of beers. "Hey man, sorry to pop up, I kinda was in the neighborhood and thinking why not pass by and get a drink? I'm by myself this week, Marie's at her parents', and I knew you wouldn't be too busy too..." Smiling you let him in too, it's nice having a little friendly visit sometimes. You both get on the terrace and sit on a bench, he opens up a beer for you and holds it out in the can, something you're unused to. He's nice company and soon you find yourself three or four cans in, giggling uncontrollably as he tells you funny anecdotes on his work and time in high school. You barely notice how he casually slides his arm around your shoulders, getting closer to you, to the point that you could with just barely moving your ass end up sitting on his lap...