After spending a few minutes flexing for myself in the mirror, I took another look at the book on my desk - a desk that was now a lot less used by the looks of it. Deciding I didn’t need to change anything further for now, I closed the book and put it in the top drawer before heading out of my apartment to explore the new world order.
It wasn’t long before I noticed some unintended consequences. As I passed a restaurant and looked inside, I noticed that most men I saw were larger - not quite as big as me, but the couples in the restaurant having dinner were comprised mostly of taller muscular men who were acting submissively to their smaller female counterparts. It seemed that overall, physical masculinity is associated with submission now… not that I minded.
I looked through a clothing store, which had some different labeling on the sections. There were now “Men’s”, “Women’s”, “Girls, and “Boys/Twinks” sections. Men’s consisted mostly of clothes I could wear for my size, and were more typically masculine. There was even a section for stringer tanks and other gybro clothes. The “Boys/Twinks” had most of the usual clothes, except there were additions for more feminine clothes like skirts or crop tops.
There was also a shop nearby that sold… well, most people I knew just called it the kink shop. Dildos, pocket pussies, other sex toys, even a variety of kinkplay clothes like pup masks or leather harnesses, you name it, they had it. I peeked inside before walking in, something I’d only done before with an ex of mine. I decided to look around for differences here too, and immediately found a big pup mask that had an ad sign next to it saying “for your cute husky man back home”.
As I was browsing the aisles, I felt something bump into me. “Oh come on, you big bitches know you can’t take up an entire aisle like that.” I heard come from a high-pitched, small, authoritative voice from below my pecs. I took a couple steps back and saw a small, perhaps 5’6” blonde twink looking up at me with displeasure on his face. My eyes immediately began to look him over, noticing the mesh neon green crop top he wore and sky blue booty shorts that did nothing to conceal the monstrous sized bulge he carried, wrapped around his thigh, just almost poking out of the bottom. He had his longer hair tied back in a ponytail and a diamond stud earring in his left ear. His nails were pained a matching neon green to his shirt.
“Excuse me, say you’re sorry you oaf.” My mind snapped out of sizing up the prize twink in front of me.
“S-sorry!” I stammered out.
“That’s better…” He looked me up and down, examining me as I did him. I gulped audibly, nervous about being around him but simultaneously incredibly turned on. He placed a hand up on my pec and I shivered, trembling from the mere attention.
“How would you like to take me out to dinner as an apology, you big broad boy, as an apology. I saw him smirk and my mind melted.
“Y-yes, I’d like that!” I said, my grip on sanity holding on by a thread, desperately wishing he’d rip my clothes off and fuck me right then and there.
He turned and began walking away. “Then follow me, I have a couple things to buy then we’ll go out for Italian.” I nodded and walked behind him, enjoying the feeling of belonging to him for the night.