Unfortunately, denial wins over, but that doesn't stop the occurences.

It's not it did express joy how he appeared after the make-over, in facthe barely even recognized himself. For a brief few seconds the idea this could be his life won over but afterwards he thoroughly decided that there was nothing wrong with this. Plenty of men do stuff like this and they could be the most straight and cis people. Nonetheless he did take a picture and spent the rest of the day in the guise. He did not question instead rationalising that maybe he was getting more in touch with his feminine side. Nonetheless, he was so overwhelmed by this he did not even use the Exercise Bike. Instead he looked up the most straight hardcore porn.

Unbeknownst to him he was focused more heavily on the men in this situation. Staring at their throbbing cocks, and watching them ejeculate over faces, breasts and in the women's mouth. His eyes glassed over staring at the spectacle locked in rapturous attention. Soon it was no longer him in gazing, but him on his hands and knees, no more accurate she, the person who was taking over his life.

Groaning, in rhapsody, she, Michelle savoured the throbbing members thrusting into her again and again, while her bountiful besom swayed and bounced further accenuating just how hard she was being taken. Bent over her computer desk, clothes ripped off she whimpered and mewled in delight. Moaning lost in blissful harmony. Savouring how he controlled and drove her to ecstasy. It was breathtaking in it's completion. Her body felt in sensual overdrive, each sensation new and yet recognized. Pushing back eagerly to impale herself as far as she could, her nethers squelching and slick with her juices and his pre-cum. Each pump driving squeals of utmost delight.

His grunts, and masculine audacities, drove her further wild. His member filling her sex so utterly and pushing deep making speech impossible and instead erupting in elictations and wanton sounds. Being held by a man, gripped as he gripped and piston his cock into her again and again. Only one thing would have made this better, having her mouth stuffed full with another shaft she could slurp, suck and lick.

Then she felt a shift, a sudden pause and knew it was the moment, whimpering, out she yelled, "Breed me!" his cock twitched and he thrust few more times, before he drenched her inner walls, his white goo soaking and filling her most profoundly. She wondered why she had ever let that old life make her suffer so. Her slick nethers coated in his cum, as intermingled and create lasvacious cocktails felt right beyond compare.

Then, he was back, his hand gripping his puny manhood, he had made a mess again. Sighing he stood up shakily, and passed a mirror and stared. Out of nowhere his eyes filled with tears and he started to sob, furiously he marched to the bathroom and wiped it all off before going to sleep sulking. He had no idea why he felt so crushed, it didn't feel real, he wanted it to be real. But wasn't he was man, this was just an experiment, he had decided did not work. Sighing he fell into bed as his inner voice spoke up, "I know it's difficult, but you are doing fine, just don't worry it will all work out. You will see David, you will see what comes next I promise you."

For once that inner voice was a comfort, he had always felt lost but he had merely ignored or pretended he knew what to do. Now here he was dealing with years of repression, he still had no inkling on what was going on. This was first time in long time he went to bed crying, last time that had happened was college. He was sure of it, but could not fully remember why. Closing his eyes he fell into a deep sleep rather quickly, despite his state of mind and how uneasy he felt. Oblivion was kind and gave him respite.