Watch out for that first step, it's a doozy.

Weeks turn to months as you start to pick up the pieces of your life, with lots of help from Joy and Ella. It turns out your bimboi bestie had already enrolled in an online class to complete her senior year, and they helped you sign up and catch up. It helped that for every 'A' you earned she'd fuck you silly and 'mommy' would reward you with another funishment.

There is less time for roleplay even with your academic accomplishments, but things are no less heated for less playtime. You still manage to spend every night falling asleep between Joy and Ella, your guest room being a glorified closet for your expanding wardrobe. Now that you've gotten to explore your girly side, you end up dressing more like Becca when you get to pick your clothes. Sure, you're a bottom through and through, and still love to play dress up from time to time, but you were always drawn to the rocker bad grrl style, and you are pleasantly surprised that you can pull it off.

Ella, or El' as they go by now, finally feels comfortable sharing that she's an enby bimboi and doesn't want to be pinned down by labels. They don't mind being pinned down by you though, even if it's only a matter of time before she turns the tables. Every so often you surprise them, and yourself, by keeping them under you, struggling and squirming while you saw your swollen shaft in and out of their puckering pussy. El' always gets you back in the end, and the throat, and between your breasts, but you have come to love that spark of uncertainty between you.

That's unfortunately not all that's uncertain between you. Every day that passes is another that goes by with questions unasked and unanswered. For all you've shared openly and honestly, your deepest feelings have been one topic that hasn't been broached. You think they love you...but do they love you any more than they love Joy, or loved Becca, or the next bimboi they end up bouncing up and down on? You want to believe they do, but what if you're wrong?

You've squirreled away enough from OnlyFans tips to put a down payment on a small, shitty apartment, and you have plans to go to school after saving up over the summer. You know El' has similar plans, but neither of you have asked the other the obvious question about moving in together. Joy has decided not to play mommy in this one circumstance, telling you that if you will have to risk your heart to share it, and as much as she wants to, she can't share your heart for you. You want to tell her to go sew it on a fucking doily, but deep down you know she's right.

So here you are, graduation day. You, all dressed in your nicest torn denim jeans, crop top, and pink pleather jacket, El' wearing the cutest booty shorts, knee high socks, and tank top, and Joy decked out in a dazzling glittery dress, trying to hold back the tears as you open your acceptance letters to Orlando University. You both got in, and the question lingers of what happens next...

It's a big step...

But the first step always is...

Demonstrating uncharacteristic assertiveness, you take El' by the hand and lead them to the guest room. You can tell they are on the verge of saying something too, but for once, you want to be the one to take the lead. "El', I am in love with you. You are the coolest, cutest person I've ever met. Sometimes, when I'm kissing Joy, I imagine it's you. I want to fall asleep every night in your arms, and wake you up with waffles and blowjobs every morning. I even got the recipe from Joy. I want you to rent a place with me, I want to go to school with you, I want to spend my life with you. Maybe we're too young, maybe we don't even know who we are any more, but I have grown more...discovered more in my time with you than I have since I was a baby. If you don't feel the same, I'll still love you and be so grateful for all you've taught me, but I can't spend another second with you not knowing you are the love of my life!"

El' looks stunned. Since your rebirth, they have gone from shy nerd to outspoken soft stud, but now, they are at a loss for words. El' wipes away a tear, places their hands gently on your chin, and answers you with a kiss that speaks volumes, and while you both get tongue tied, they don't stutter, and you get the message loud and clear. Then El' starts writing checks with their mouth, making passionate promises while speaking in tongues, unintelligible but crystal clear. Not content to take the tongue lashing unanswered, you offer a robust rejoinder that leaves you both stumbling backwards to the bed and stripping just enough clothes to allow El' to climb on top of you and pound you hard into the bed with the weight of their ample ass, strangling your swollen shaft.

All healthy relationships are built on give and take, and by the time you give a gallon of girl goo to feed El's hungry hole, you are eager to take your turn bouncing on bimboi boner. The bed frame squeaks and groans as you swivel your hips and slide down El's throbbing prick in a slick spiral, as if it's cheering on the christening of the new couple. You clasp your lips tight around El's and picking up the conversation where you left off, promise to make take their cum anytime, anywhere. What you can't convey in words becomes spelled out in block letters with your body, until El' finally cries out, "Yesssss! Yeeeeessssss! YESSSSSSSSS!"

You collapse into a cuddle bundle, limbs wrapped possessive and proud around your pretty pet and mewling master. You are so happy you found the courage to take that first step...and with El' at your side, you know you will be able to take the rest of the journey, wherever it leads...