Wrapped up in nothing but the pillowy cloud of his, Dustin walked over to his huge walk in wardrobe. The door and interior was covered in girly sparkly stickers of stars, ponies, hearts and rainbows.
The inside was a brightly lit small hallway with drawers and doors on either side. At the end waited an expansive makeup table with large mirrors in front of it at different angles. Also, two of the sliding doors for clothes were floor to ceiling mirrors facing one another, so that Dustin could see his girly boy body front and back with ease.
Dustin blushed from head to toe, trying not to catch his own eye in any of the mirrors. He hated how his heart fluttered and his tiny penis twitched whenever he saw the cute girl looking back at him.
There had to be something at least mildly boyish for him to put on in here. Anything but to remain naked. Maybe some tape to cover up his oversensitive nipples. But of course, as soon as he tried opening a door, he found it was locked. Damn Ty! Couldn't his brother show him any mercy!? Panic mounted as Dustin tugged on each and every door and drawer in turn without success.
Finally, Dustin found that one of the large bottom drawers was unlocked. With relief, he pulled it out only to find it full of all manner of things designed to make him blush just thinking about. All of it neatly organized and sorted. Dildoes and plugs of all sizes, remote controlled and basic. A cute pink chastity belt, size XS. Fluffy pink handcuffs that looked really solid. nipple clamps, butterfly clamps, fluffers, watenberg pinwheel, electrodes, paddles, whips, bondage ropes and tape, sounding sticks, blindfolds, ball gags, bit gags, ring gags, cock gags, ankle spreaders, cock rings, padlocks, condoms, lube and much much more.
Dustin slammed the drawer shut, and had to curle up on the floor for a second, panting at the unbidden excitement that had flooded through him at just seeing all that. No! He wasn't a femboy! This was just something Ty had done to his room and his body. He coudln't change who Dustin really was. A straight, manly, tough, man! He bit his lip sensually, looking longlingly at the forbidden drawer.
No! He got a hold of himself again and crawled back up to try the cupboard door over it. This one contained clothes. Just not the kind of clothes Dustin was looking for. A wide selection of lingerie and silky transparent nighties fluttered delicately at the airflow from the open door. Harnesses and straps hung, ready for use. School girl, nurse, girly sailor and french maid uniforms hung waiting. Diapers, pacifiers, bibs and onesies beckoned him. Collars, leashes, fox, kitten, pony and puppy ears next to matching tail butt plugs begged for use, together with riding crops, muzzles, paw mittens and everything else needed for any imaginable role-play.
Dustin pulled the closet shut as fast as his slender arms could, dropping his protective duvet in the process. The door he slid shut was one of the mirror doors and he once more saw himself fully nude. It was all too much. He shot his load all over the mirror with a girly squeal, not having touched his dick even.
His smooth, hairless legs gave out under him and he fell back in a daze, leaning against the opposite mirror and looking up at the mess he'd made. A powerful compulsion overtook him then. His mouth watered at the idea of licking up that cum.
“No, don't!” some distant part of his mind screamed at him, but his body acted almost on its own. The white sex nectar was running in drops down the mirror now. Dustin began licking it up and delighting at the taste, and the screaming part of his brain was muted. Excuses and justifications to keep doing it filled his mind. “I have to hide the evidence. I have to clean it up. Cum must never be wasted.” Something about that last one wasn't right, was it? But it felt so true. Cum should never be wanted. Just the though of his or anyone's cum being wiped up with tissue paper and thrown away was like a huge sin. Such a shame he didn't produce more. Such a tiny squirt. He bet a real man could unload twenty times this amount.
It took several minutes before Dustin finally regained his sanity. He'd been licking the glass well after all the cum was gone, desperate for more. He clutched his head. What was he doing!? Licking up his own cum!? Ew! Why had he done that!? Why had it tasted so good!? He wasn't a fag! He knew he was straight as an arrow!