Amy was standing in line for a night club. The American drinking age being dropped to 18 in 2079, so Amy would be able to enter. While standing in line, Amy looked at the various people around him. What especially caught his eyes were the other guys. Most towered over him. He felt a little insecure. He had felt comfortable being petite as a girl, but now he can't help but compare himself to other guys, if they appear more like men than he does. Amy had some thoughts that he maybe should have picked a different option when he changed he became male. He could have chosen a different build.
After some time waiting, Amy got through the line and found himself in the club. The music was loud. Alcohol was in the air. A bunch of people were dancing. Should he join them? Maybe, but first he needed something to drink, something to ease himself into the atmosphere. He went to the bartender and ordered a Vodka Red bull. Immediately as he got it, he drank it all.
Amy entered the dancefloor. He timidly moved to the music, but that changed as the alcohol entered his bloodstream. Following the music with his moves became easier. Before he knew it, an hours had passed.
Amy was next to a girl. She was cute, and he couldn't help but be drawn to her. Amy didn't know if he preferred men or women the most, but there was something about this girl that just made her seem approachable. She caught his eyes, and she smiled. Amy smiled backing, keeping the eye contact. They moved closer, their dancing syncing up.
Amy felt his dick straining his pants. He was very turned on, and hoped this casual dancing could lean to something more intimate. As if she got his wish, she pointed out the club, signaling leaving maybe? It was impossible to talk over the music. She walked out, and he followed.
"You're cute," she said to him as they were outside the club, standing in the cool air.
"Th-thanks, you're cute too," he replied.
There was a pause of some seconds. Neither party not knowing quite where to go next.
"I'm Nora by the way."
"Oh, my name is Am-" he figured he Amy wasn't really a boy's name. He said the first thing that came to his mind. "-an, I'm Aman."
"Nice to meet you Aman."
"Same." Amy or maybe Aman, didn't know quite what to do. Was he, the boy, supposed to make the next move.
"There is one thing you should know," Nora started. "I'm not that used to this, you see a few days ago, I was a boy, and."
"For real? I was a girl until today," Aman immediately admitted.
They bought started laughing. It was like the air of awkwardness immediately disappeared. Knowing they were the same, Aman found it less much intimidating. The conversation started flowing. They talked about why they did it, how they found the experience so far, and more. Maybe most relevant, they both found they had in common that they both wanted to take their bodies for a spin. They agreed to return to Aman's house.
As they walk back, Aman looked over Nora again. She was short, shorter than him, which meant she was ultra petite. Nora had previously during their conversation explained her choice. She desired being cute, and she found being tiny cute. That's also why she was into Aman. A boy with a softer look fit the aesthetic she'd explained. Aman didn't mind that. At the moment his desires were really simple, he wanted to stick his penis into her. He'd eyed her rear, wanting badly to bend her over and just do it.
They arrived at Aman's. He dearly hoped Sandra was out, or at least that she wouldn't bother them. They entered the living room and found themselves the couch. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Sandra coming from the top of the stairs.
"Oh my god, you found a girl! I didn't expect that!" Sandra exclaimed. "Oh, hello by the way, I'm Sandra, his older sister."
"Hey, I'm Nora, nice to meet you," she greeted back.
"I won't bother you," Sandra smiled, and then she game Aman the most overt wink a person could do. "Have fun!" She said before she left.
Aman was happy Sandra left early, but still the atmosphere felt a little ruined. Neither said a word for a minute, but then Nora said something. "Um, Aman, my body, you can do whatever you want to it." She then leaned back, putting on a submissive act, or at least it did seem kind of forced, like Nora was putting on a persona as part of her fantasy. Nevertheless, Aman was happy to indulge her. He moved across her, letting his hands go under her clothes, feeling her softer skin. He pulled her pants down, and then immediately her panties. Aman got a look at her pussy, glistening and inviting. So far Nora was still acting passively, just looking at him wide-eyed with a slight smile. He immediately got to it and pulled his pants down, and his boxers, his shirt too. He was sweating, so it was nice to get these clothes off, especially satisfying how quick it was throw them off. No bra to fickle with or anything.
He looked at Nora for confirmation. She nodded. He went at it. He turned her over, and immediately she took some initiative. She wiggled her butt at him as to entice him to enter, and so he did. He felt her pussy grip his penis. The physical pleasures were out of this world. He placed his hands on her hips and moved her. She followed along. From the side, he could catch a glimpse of Nora's face, her expression one of joy. He pushed himself deeper and heard her yelp. Again. She squirmed, stretching her arms out then curling her fingers. "More, make me a woman!" she screamed. Aman continued on, fucking Nora. After a bit, he felt a pressure building up, and it was released, shooting his stuff inside her. "Ah," he grunted.
He felt himself soften, and therefore retreated. Though, he did not stop giving her attention, they made out, and soon he was ready to go again. They continued on long into the night fucking, both of them having a lot of energy, or at least being turned enough on to pull on all the energy they had. It went on until they collapsed on the couch and they fell asleep in each others' embrace.