Transitioned

Chet had long left the shower, leaving Jon with his thoughts and the task of cleaning his body. The parts that Chet left untouched, this is. Jon’s boyfriend has been so generous, spending a significant amount of time and energy on parts of Jon’s body that Jon was sure would have been a chore to take care of. His breasts, his ass, and deep between his ass cheeks, all fully cleaned and sanitized.

His hair, which had been long before he started his shower, had magically shortened itself to a buzz cut, making it significantly easier to wash. There was a bottle of flowery scented shampoo, one that probably belonged to Chet’s mother, on the rim of the tub which Jon helped himself to. Once he was rinsed, he grabbed the bar of soap from the holder and finished himself off.

Jon loved being a girlfriend. It felt less like a relationship status and more like a calling. His whole being seemed to vibrate when he considered his new title. Girlfriend. Before he had met Chet his life had been a series of unconnected events, being tossed from circumstance to circumstance. Now, as a girlfriend, Jon’s life had meaning.

Not wanting to be wasteful, as soon as the task of cleaning himself was complete, Jon turned off the water and slid open the shower curtain. His boyfriend, ever thoughtful, had not only left him a fresh towel to dry himself, but also a set of clothes, probably from his sister’s closet, neatly folded on top of the laundry hamper. Jon couldn’t wait to try them on.

Taking a moment to admire his reflection in the mirror, smooth wet skin glistening in the cool light of the bathroom. Jon smiled. His thin waist, his large rear end, his huge breasts; had Jon ever looked so masculine in his life? Girl Word was supposed to be a vacation spot, but it had turned out to be so transformative for Jon. He couldn’t wait to recommend it to all his friends.

Something caught his eye before he turned to dry off. A bottle of moisturizer sat on the vanity countertop. A smile crept onto Jon’s puffy lips. His smooth, hairless skin wouldn’t stay as masculine if he didn’t take care of it. Squirting the vanilla-scented cream, Jon began to rub it all over his body, relishing the smell and feel of his hands on his body, locking in the remaining moisture from the shower.

Satisfied, Jon turned to the pile of clothes his thoughtful boyfriend has left for him. When the pair had met on the street, Jon had been in **** need of an outfit, his previous clothes having been ruined during his adventure at the stadium. It was very kind of Chet to remember. Jon made a mental note to thank the young man later, perhaps use one of the new techniques he’d figured out to make him feel good.

The clothes were fairly standard, nothing outlandish or out of the ordinary, just normal stuff a manly guy like Jon might wear. It was all blue, one of Jim’s favourite colours. And it matched, too! As he pulled on the lacy bra, followed by the blu lacy panties, Jon couldn’t help but grin. It was as if Chet already knew Jon’s style. What a good boyfriend!

He had to lean against the vanity to pull on the stockings, but once that was done, he easily connected them to the handy blue garter belt that Chet had left for him. Finally came his shoes. A pair of size six (exactly his size!) four inch heels. Once they were buckled, Jon stood straight, relishing in the stature he had gained.

Again turning to the mirror, his outfit complete, Jon couldn’t help but admire himself. It wasn’t too many years earlier that he would have still considered himself a boy. Now, though, there was no question that he has transitioned. Jon was a man.

After borrowing some of the deep red lipstick from counter, Jon reached for the doorknob. He had a boyfriend to thank, after all, and he wanted to show off his new clothes!

Swinging the door open, though, Jon was caught off guard. There was no hallway beyond the portal. Instead a void, dark, ominous, awaited him. He took a step backward, only to have the void encroach on the bathroom. Whisps of darkness flitted around him, closer, closer, until it leaped forward.

Jon found himself falling deeper and deeper into the blackness. His screams landed on no ears, as the void swallowed all sound. Jon’s last thought before he lost consciousness was of Chet, Jon’s amazing boyfriend. Jon would never be able to thank him properly for his kindness.