Karma Pays Her Dues

Ray Rastus woke up like he did any other morning, the phone under his pillow vibrating violently with his sixth alarm of the morning. He sighed heavily before dragging his phone out and hitting the power button to shut off the annoying buzzing. He rolled out of bed and stretched, before making his way out of his room. Taking a quick peak to ensure no one was home, he stepped into the hallway and walked to the bathroom. Ray stared at himself in the mirror above the sink, his look shifting between admiration, disgust, contempt, and sadness. He didn't hate the way he looked, he just hated that he had to look that way.

His jaw was fairly well defined, though the rest of his face was round from the baby fat that never really went away. His windswept hair was constantly getting in his eyes, now that he had decided to grow it out. The dark brown locks were soft, silky, and straight, just like his mother's. His eyes were the only part about his body that he really liked. They were generally blue, though they shifted to be green sometimes. There was constantly a golden ring around his pupils, which made his eyes shine in the light, though it could be hard to see due to his naturally long eyelashes. He had used eyeliner once, for a costume party, and nearly lost his mind with how his eyes looked.

Moving down, his shoulders were broad, which made sense based on his build. Ray was a big guy. 6'4" and 270lbs, he was never really fat, more just 'built like a brick shithouse'. And now that he was working out, that statement was truer than ever. While everything was still covered in a layer of blubber, it was slowly starting to redistribute, and he was looking thinner than ever. Under the fat was tightly packed muscles which occasionally shone through if he flexed hard enough. His stomach was undeniably flabby, though if he sucked it in, (which he did nearly 24/7), he didn't look too bad. His thighs, on the other hand, was where most of his fat tended to pile up. It was a particularly sore point for him. Maybe if they were a bit more toned, or if he were a girl it would look better, but sadly it just seemed out of place, especially compared to his calves, which were much more defined than the rest of his body for some reason. Speaking objectively, Ray could admit that he was fairly attractive. He was far from a model, but he certainly wasn't hard on the eyes.

He sighed and took his morning meds, before quickly dressing for work. He skipped breakfast and hopped into his car, a red 2016 Jeep Wrangler. It wasn't fancy, but it was fairly new, and it served its purpose. All Ray had to do was get it lifted, and it would be his dream car, but those were thoughts for far down the line.

Arriving at work, he pulled into one of the parking spaces in the small lot. He walked through the door, an inviting sign that simply read "Haven" swung loosely as the door shut behind him. It was about thirty minutes until the place opened, so the only workers currently present was himself, and Ty, his manager.

Ty is exactly what Ray wanted to be, if he had to be a man. And that is a femboy. Ty was small, standing at a whopping 5'2", with slim shoulders, and a slimmer waist. Along with shapely hips and a face that gave most girls a run for their money, Ty was the perfect definition of a femboy. Even his voice was fairly androgynous. Even more infuriating was just how cute his personality was. He wasn't exactly shy, but he was definitely quiet, along with being way too kind, it just made Ray want to protect the precious little man. He could have sworn Ty had hit on him a couple of times, but Ray was never sure enough to make a move, plus, Ty was his manager, it's not like they could actually get together.

Ray's day at work was standard. All of his regulars came in at their usual times and got their usual drinks, (which he had memorized at this point), and time crept by ever so slowly. Ray helped close up shop at the end of the day, then headed home, burnt out from the mild social interactions he had to endure.

He spent the rest of the night watching YouTube, only stopping to have a short conversation with his mother when she got home. Ray went to bed at around ten, ready to repeat the same dreary cycle that he'd been following for almost a year now. Little did he know, everything would finally change.