Ramona, a young woman with a femboy fantasy

Ramona’s heart pounded with excitement.

It was real.

The Rulebook was real.

She could barely believe what she had just seen, but there was no denying it. Her mind buzzed with possibilities. What could she change? What rules could she write? How far will she go? But first, she needed to test it further.

Ramona glanced around the coffee shop again, her eyes settling on a group of college students huddled over their laptops. She smirked and scribbled a new rule.

“New Rule: The Wi-Fi password is ‘FemboysAreAwesome’.”

Confession time, Ramona had a thing for femboys. She didn’t know why, but her dirty mind melted at the thought of girls, even though Ramona would swear she was straight. Naturally, her thoughts would add femboys to her kinks. She never admitted out loud, but now that she had the Rulebook, her fantasy can be made real.

Within seconds, she saw the students begin to murmur among themselves, one of them typing on their laptop. “I swear, the Wi-Fi was working a while ago.” He waved for a barista to come to their table. “What happened to the Wi-Fi?”

The barista slightly blushed. “We just had our Wi-Fi changed to ‘FemboysAreAwesome’. No space, and the F and two A’s are capitalized.”

Ramona couldn’t help but laugh softly. This power was intoxicating. She watched as the students exchanged bewildered glances. They were clearly confused by the new password, but some **** (Ramona guessed the Rulebook) made it so they found the new Wi-Fi password acceptable, if not unusual.

As the barista walked away, she couldn’t resist taking it a step further. Ramona quickly jotted down another rule, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

“Old Rule: The staff are made up of sexy women and horny femboys.”

As she finished writing, she looked up and saw a shift in the atmosphere. The cafe seemed to transform before her eyes. The staff members, previously wearing casual attire, now appeared in seductive outfits that clung to their curves. The women walked like models as they went about their work. Some multitasked by doing their work and makeup. But it was the femboys that took Ramona’s breath away.

The femboy baristas squirmed as they tried to hold their arousals as they worked. None of the customers bated an eye at the transformed staff, with some even commenting on the whimpering femboys holding their crotches. As good as it was to see them being submissive, Ramona couldn’t help but feel bad that they couldn’t release when they wanted to. She might as well fix that.

“Old Rule: Femboys can ask the staff or customers if they can cum in them. They can also masturbate publicly.”

Almost instantly, the air in the coffee shop crackled with a charged energy. The transformed femboy baristas, their bodies clad in small skirts or tight leggings, felt a sudden surge of freedom. Without hesitation, a femboy approached one of the customers with some nervousness.

“Excuse me, would you mind if I release all this pent-up stress inside you?” he asked, his voice filled with desperation.

A woman reading a book at a table looked up at the cute boy. “Sure,” she said, not finding the question odd at all as she set her book aside. “It’ll have to be a blowjob. I don’t have a condom.”

The barista nodded gratefully as he lifted his apron and skirt, showing the throbbing erection spilling out of his panties.

Similar scenes were happening around the coffee shop. Even the girls were getting in on the fun with the femboys with light teasing and smacks on their bums. Ramona felt like she had died and entered cloud 9.

However, as much as she wanted to stay (and she really did), she needed to go, or else she would never leave. Reluctantly, she closed the Rulebook, tucking it under her arm and heading out of the coffee shop, her mind racing with ideas. She needed to think bigger.

Where does she go?

1) Home

2) Park

3) Mall

4) City Hall