Yes! But not quite what he expected

As he got up from his bed to get some clothes, he remembered that his drawers were completely empty. So he scoured his apartment for something remotely suitable to wear. After quite some time spent looking around, he dug deep into a closet and struck gold, or so he thought... He pulled out a box of what seemed to be filled to the brim with clothes. Odd.. he never put this here. As he rotated the box he saw some writing on the side, "Clothes, Olivia". Once more he felt like he had to rely on his Ex. He opened the box and found that these clothes were in fine condition. As he pulled out the different pieces of clothing, he noticed that almost all of them looked hyper feminine.

Sets of bras and panties in various girly colors, brightly colored dresses and shirts with phrases like "Girl power!" or "Cock is my passion". As he dug deeper into the box he found some tight jeans and a thin white blouse. He looked at the clothes and somewhat of an expression of confusion and uncertainty. Yet... somewhere deep in his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about how his ass would look in those jeans. Thoughts of which pairs of panties would complement the color of his eyes and which dresses would fit with which shoes. He once again shook his head as his mind wandered. He quickly began digging for underwear that didn't scream femininity. And then a thought came into his head... who would see? No one is going to look at his underwear. After all... those pink lacy ones look pretty comfortable.

He slowly picked it up and felt its fabric through his fingers. Admiring the details of the lace and relished in how bright the pink was. "Screw it" he said as he threw off the towel and stepped into the pink pair of panties. As they slid along his already smooth legs, shivers were sent all across his body. As they settled neatly on his bottom and gently cupped his delicate little penis, he twirled. All of this was quite strange to him but it felt... right. As to not waste any more time, he quickly pulled up the tight jeans and buttoned up the thin white blouse. As he walked towards the door and passed a mirror, he halted, only to admire his lean form. Due to the shampoo doing its magic to his hair, the clothes hugging his body and and the smell of that sweet shampoo he looked almost indistinguishable from a woman. This was all so sudden. This morning he would never had imagined how good it felt to have such tight fitting jeans and such delicate underwear. As he caught himself wasting time once more, he shook his head and made his way outside.

The city he lived in was quite large. He only had to walk outside his apartment door and a few steps more led him right into the busy streets. He observed the mix of all kinds of different people. Futa as tall as 7 feet, women clinging to them as if they want to do nothing more than to follow their partner. Men, or... more accurately, boys minding their own business. In the big cities it was normal for men to let go of their masculinity and simply live their lives as a futas playthings. Actual men could be spotted here and there, but they were still no match for the futas who were as muscular and tall as they were horny... and oh boy were they horny. In this society, brothels were one of the biggest money maker business in the world. Futas would pay top dollar to have a good fuck perhaps every hour or two. Due to this, young men were often encouraged by society to work in such fields. Erik had even been given an offer to join a club the second he turned 18, but he declined.