Bill looked at the phone and quickly generated another sentence as he scrambled into one of the toilet stalls. He sat down on the toilet and started to pee, feeling immense relief as his very full bladder slowly emptied. It felt bizarre to pee this way, he thought, as he felt the urine trickle out and roll down the folds of his labia and tinkle into the toilet.
Once he was done he looked at the app. “This trans man wants a wiener.” Yes. He did indeed want a penis. He quickly changed ‘wants’ to ‘has’ and hit confirm. He found himself holding a large hot dog.
“Damnit. That’s not what I meant!” He stated, quite frustrated. He tried again. “This trans man is desiring a penis.”
He studied the awkwardly phrased sentence, expecting it to be a trap. He almost changed desiring to holding but then he remembered the hot dog. He might end up with another man’s dick in his hand.
What about feeling? He couldn’t “feel” a penis unless he had one, right. He quickly changed the sentence.
Like that his world shifted. Bill found himself pinned down against the toilet. The weight of a body holding him down. And he felt the hard fleshy texture of a penis slide into his well lubricated pussy. He felt balls slap against his clit. He stared down and moaned as the hard thing moved in and out, bucking his hips instinctually to the motion. He felt the phone fall from his hands and clatter onto the floor as entirely new sensations flooded him.
He felt a penis alright. And it felt good.
After a short time he orgasmed and he felt the sudden shiver and blast as the penis fucking him finished. He remained face down as he felt it pull out and he heard steps walk away. Ashamed at his enjoyment and afterglow he pondered his next move.
He reached for the phone. The screen was cracked pretty badly but it was still useable. He pondered his next move.