Almost a week had passed, and Billy was fully disciplining himself in assuming Shannon's role. He eyed himself –his feminine body in her bedroom mirror. He was wearing one of Shannon's more casual outfits, with snug sweatpants that hugged his now more padded hips and thighs.
Billy found himself getting turned on by his reflection. But he caught himself. Shannon certainly wouldn't get turned on by her own reflection. He adjusted Shannon's butterfly crop top and played with the orange tassels that hung temptingly before her groin. His heart paced, as he so desperately wanted to give into his urges. But the pleasure he derived from the restraint of pretending to be Shannon was so much greater.
His Tinder date would be arriving at any moment now, and he wanted to make sure nothing could distract him from that. He knew Shannon was a straight woman, and by golly, he was going to see it through. To truly understand how it felt to live as such. And it would be his secret to keep. His superpower.
Sure, as a straight boy, he was terrified, but he looked himself dead in the eyes and struck a playful, feminine pose to accentuate his curves, "I hope he comes here soon. I'm so ...horny today."
I really like this one
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