Arron is led to Ted’s car

Dazed by his transformation, Arron let himself be led outside. He was still unsure of his footing in the sexy heels and took Ted’s arm for support, cringingly aware of how feminine the gesture was. In doing so, he felt Ted’s muscular physique and was made conscious of how the man he was with was so much stronger than he was. The thought was not a comforting one.

Meanwhile, his psyche was bombarded by alien feminine sensations: the smell of his perfume, the taste of his lipstick, the bounce of his bust with each clicking step, the weight of his earrings, the body-shaping pressure of his undergarments and the slinky smoothness of the dress enveloping him. His masculinity felt like a floundering boat in a storm of womanly waves.

They arrived at Ted’s car. Ted opened the passenger side door for Arron and the helplessly feminized father awkwardly slid into the seat, giving his date a tantalizing flash of too much leg. Arron looked up, blushing, and saw Ted grinning in appreciation. Arron’s gaze lowered and he thought he saw a throbbing in Ted’s trousers.

As Ted closed the door and made his way to the driver’s side, the reality of this situation crashed down on him. He was on a date... with a man... who had already fucked him once... and now he looked like a woman who was TRYING arouse her man. There was no chance Ted wouldn’t be expecting sex at the end of the evening. If he found out Arron was a man, he’d probably kill him. If Arron could somehow maintain the charade, he’d end up on all fours, his ass in the air getting plowed by Ted’s rigid pulsing cock!

“Which I DON’T want!” Arron thought firmly to himself, trying to ignore the traitorous tingle along his spine the memory of his laundry room ravishing brought back.

Ted got in and closed the door. He looked at his gorgeous date and smiled. Her smile back looked nervous, but he could see the dilated pupils that were a sure sign of arousal. He started the engine and pulled out.