Wondering all the while

The streets were lined with puddles as Jesse skipped his way back toward the maglev station, but the skies had cleared and breeze had freshened, the best one could ask for from a late autumn evening. Perhaps it was just his body pushing back against the left-over tiredness from the night before… but everything felt bright and hopeful to the boy-turned-sextoy, even as winter loomed chillily upon the horizon. The cheerful sissy splashed his shiny, black stilettos in and out of those pools of reflective water, scattering the up-skirt reflections of his bared and dangling genitalia. Eventually you just kind of got used to those sensitive areas being exposed to the varying measures of season and climate, though that first step outside and it’s accompanying shrivel still required a moment’s adjustment each time.

The femboy barely even blushed at the thought of the amount of his own spunk that still lay glazed across his carefully make-upped features. Offering out a hand job on either side as he sat upon the carriage seat home. One of this week’s homeworks was to practice their technique by never being in a public place without at least one cock in palm. Providing the invigorating thrill of introducing oneself to strangers by tickling fingers against their crotch, and asking as sweetly as possible if they might let you pull it out. He lapped up the slimy rewards that dribbled down his knuckles as he jumped up to catch his stop. Barely noticing the praise and thanks that both men offered as his skirt flapped by. It was getting quite hard to remember or recognise every soul he’d given a freebie out to, after months of casual assignments to complete. It was really only those who went out of their way to purchase his services that stuck with Jesse. The boy from Home 23 sometimes even felt like he was becoming a little snobbish because of that. Everything that his fellow block-mates whispered ‘1st Class’ fucktoys were like… but it wasn’t easy to treat every little hand or blowjob like it was a big deal to a slut like him.

When he arrived back at the Home, however, the sissy rushed straight to the communal showers... Somehow, being back in the building where he’d lived most of his young life stripped away almost all the confidence he’d built up. Out there, he was just another piece of fancy school property… in here were all the boys and girls who’d grown up alongside him. Slowly outmatching his dainty, insecure self in size and stature, but then sent off to work and learn in places far less prestigious than he’d ended up. Jesse had too much history here to be able to completely slip into the role he was destined to fill. Too many old fights and flights of fancy. Back when he might’ve insisted loudly, that he wasn’t going to be anyone’s sexual plaything. It seemed quite funny now… how shocked he’d been, to see that printed card outlining his future. Just part of becoming an adult, he supposed… to come to terms with who you really ought to be. Betsy and Whitney and Daniel had all seen it, far before he had. It made the sissy wonder, just where he might’ve ended up… if the algorithm hadn’t peered into his heart and found the truth there waiting? How lost might he have felt, in that old world of war and hunger? Scraping by without learning the purpose that he craved.

It almost sent him into a panic, just to imagine… as the water splashed around him and various other naked teens came and went. To have a whole gaping future ahead of you, but no direction even indicated. An empty, looming void of what you could and could not be. No masters or mistresses to shape you with senses of duty, obedience or loyalty. Nothing could seem more terrifying to a femboy six months into his certainty. He was so lucky to be where he was… so blessed by genetics and fate.

A call of hello brought Jesse back to the present, his turn towards it brought straight to blushing cheeks. George was right there, clothesless and muscular… barely a foot away under the next spout along. The sissy couldn’t drag his eyes upward, to look at his old friend’s face… for more than a handful of seconds at a time. Other appendages were far more his focus these days, and the pull towards it felt almost magnetic.

“Hey buddy! You’re coming over for your lesson with Cynthia later, aren’t ya?” The taller teen was saying. Seemingly oblivious to the way his companion was just staring slack-jawed at his cock.

Jesse could only nod. Watching the hypnotic sway of that flesh down below, and feeling his mouth fill with saliva. Once upon a time, sharing this close proximity with George in the shower would have been an idle fantasy that scared him too much to even admit to himself. Now, his mind and body could barely resist the urge to leap at the man… hormones and chemistry churning in his veins.

“C-can I h-help you wash your back?” Was the best the femboy could manage, **** not to let on the struggles that he was facing… yet needing to feel his soft hands upon some of that skin.

George shrugged acceptance, though clearly wanting more of a friendly chat than anything else. Jesse set to work with a soapy sponge, wondering in circles whether this counted as a ‘public place’ and thus should his homework ruling apply?! He had to almost jump to reach the top of his friend’s shoulders, but the other young man just chatted away… recounting all the trials of his day.