What does Derek find between his legs?

A wet, needy cunt

Derek runs trembling hands across his body. The smoothness of his skin, the roundness of it, the nice cream colored texture, and sensitivity. He runs a hand along his smooth, supple set of ass, kneading a cheek and feeling what could be described as euphoria. How it would be better if a real man’s hands we’re to touch him instead of just his own dainty, girly hands.

Unconsciously, his other hand dips down into the front of his tight, curve-defining and ill-fitting pants, running a hand down between his thighs, and finds the shock of his life; his hands clasps onto a soft, wet and sticky slit, a finger gently, curiously and oddly attuned to fingering the opening. He knew what it was, but he never remembered or imagined it would be on him.

Rubbing, slick and fine, the teasing please of female masturbation on this cruel parody mix between man and woman, now more than woman but clearly still man in many ways. This new Derek fought back against urged he knew he never had — at least, he think he does.

The mixture, the battle, for Derek’s mind raged, Derek fighting to keep himself sane; to keep himself... himself.

You, on the other hand, leaned against the door frame, the door to the bathroom open, as Derek continued to play with himself. He run his fingers gingerly along his new slit, as you only stared him down whilst busy rewiring his mind, rewriting his memories, and twisting his feelings about himself, his sexuality, and his persona.

A sick, fucked-up fantasy of your dark secrets — to keep Derek as a dumb, lusty, cuntboy pet for you to keep as a cocksleeve for your massive cock to keep warm. And with this journal, it just might become reality.

Finally, you’ve had enough waiting. You move behind him in a single step, sliding down his pants to reveal his hairless body. A set of child-bearing hips, delicious full thighs, and the ultimate prize; his new pussy, wet and shivering. His fingers dip inside in a parody of what he used to do with his imaginary, “never happened” penis. The sensual dip in and out, in and out, in and out.

You take your hands and you bring them around his waist, placing a finger on his clit; it was time to finish the job.