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Who's her date?

Joy the femboy

Izzy opened the door and saw, standing there in the afternoon light, a white-haired femboy named Joy. Joy and Izzy had met once for a friend's birthday party, when all of Izzy's friends had gone with her to her local Femboy Hooters where he worked. He had been almost excessively cheery and perky, as if very slightly high.

When she had gone to the bathroom, she had noticed him on his hands and knees being fucked by another customer, a hairy ogre of a man, laughing maniacally and spraying rope after rope of watery femboy-jizz onto the tile floor. Once the customer had gotten bored and wandered off, Izzy and Joy had talked for a bit while he cleaned up his mess. He had given her his number right then and there.

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While virtually all femboys were some shade of bisexual, Joy seemed to have a uniquely broad and even attraction curve, attracted to (and attractive to) women, men, and other femboys in roughly equal measure. His toned, athletic body, and his boundless enthusiasm for all things, sexual or otherwise, were contagious.

Izzy could hardly have asked for a better femboyfriend.

Joy gave her a bright smile. "Afternoon, Izzy! Oh, how I missed you!"

He wrapped her in a hug, kissing her on the cheek. He was wearing short shorts and no shirt, as was expected in the summer heat, his body glistening with sweat. While his musk was far milder than that of a true man, the sheer volume of sweat dripping off of him in the hot sun more than made up for it. The interplay of masculine and feminine tones in his body, at once rancid and over-sweet, reminded her of the fermented berries that fell from the trees in autumn, when all the birds and squirrels got drunk.

She rubbed her thighs together, nearly orgasming on the spot as he covered her face in frantic kisses, everywhere except her lips, smearing her body in his sweat. She returned the favor, kissing him on the cheek, and sticking her thigh between his leg, slightly stroking his fun-sized manhood.

"So." She asked him, once he settled down a bit. "What's the plan?"

What is their date going to be?

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