The Drive-In

Douglas dressed effeminate, but not overly so, for his first date with Jordan. Yoga pants, flip flops, a pink hoodie. They got into Jordan's car, which Douglas belatedly realized was his old Mercedes. Jordan really was the man of the house now.

They went to a drive-in, parking at the back, and got into the more spacious backseat of the sedan. Douglas looked around, seeing if he recognized anyone, and was mortified to see Tom and Julia in their car. They didn't wave, looking confused at why Douglas was in the backseat with a Black man. Douglas swallowed the angst rising inside him, and then heard Jordan's voice right by his ear.

"You smell good, baby ... got some of Elizabeth's perfume?" he said smoothly. Douglas nodded his head jerkily.

"Yes Sir," he replied meekly.

"We're on a date, baby. You call me Daddy now," Jordan said, his voice deep and modulated.

"Y-y-yes D-d-daddy," Douglas stammered.

They watched the movie quietly, but Jordan's hand was all over Douglas. By the time the movie was half over, Douglas's yoga pants were halfway down his thighs, and his small cock was leaking profusely over his thigh.

"You really fucked Elizabeth with this little thing?" Jordan said, inspecting it like it was an ant.

"Y-y-yes Daddy," Douglas said. He was going to cum or pass out, he was sure of it.

"When was the last time you thought about pussy, sissy?" Jordan asked.

"It's ... been a long time," Douglas admitted. They watched a little more of the movie, and then inexorably, Jordan took a firm hand of Douglas's hair, pulling him down to his lap. He undid his pants smoothly, and Douglas was face to face with his first big black cock.

"Know why I picked here, sissy?" Jordan asked. Like Elizabeth said, Douglas took his time, gliding the flat of his tongue up the creases of Jordan's inner thighs, then pushing it into his ass crack. It was a completely different experience than Mira.

"Why Daddy?" Douglas asked, soft and meek and submissive in this moment.

"So you'd be seen," Jordan said. "Sissies like you are terrified of the reveal. Terrified of being outed. Terrified of being broken and remade into something new and different. Did you see anyone you know, sissy?"

"Friends of Elizabeth and I," Douglas said, a deep lump in his throat. "Tom and Julia."

"And what do you think Tom and Julia are thinking right now?"

"That I'm a faggot," Douglas said, his entire body shuddering. Jordan started to pet him, calming him down.

"And is that true?" Jordan asked. It was a rhetorical question, Douglas knew.

"Yes," Douglas replied. The pair fell silent again, the only sounds emerging being the sounds of Douglas **** on Jordan's meat, and the sounds of a movie that was now an absolute afterthought. Finally, Jordan pushed Douglas's head hard on his cock, filling his throat with sweet tasting cum. The heady moment of it caused Douglas's cock to start cumming, hands free, cementing his new role.

"What are you going to be remade as, Douglas, now that you're exposed ... now that you're broken?"

"A ... trans girl, Daddy."

"That's a good pet. Clean me up. Ass and thighs too. You've earned another date."