David moved through his once familiar house with care. While the house hadn't changed, his perspective of it certainly had. Everything felt larger and almost like it belonged to a different person entirely. That was plainly evident when he opened the door to his little "man cave" in the basement. The massive leather chair parked in front of the big screen felt incongrous to his thin, lithe frame as he ran his hand across the arm of it. David's eyes caught on the end table where a box of cigars rested next to an empty glass tumbler with a faint amount of whiskey residue crusting the bottom of it. Two habits he was likely going to set aside - he had no interest in his new young body reeking of cigar smoke and he probably couldn't put away a drink the same way he could. Besides, it all sort of went against the new person he wanted to be? Tiny little femboys weren't exactly known for hard drinking, hard smoking butch-types. At least, not the sort of femboy that David considered himself.
David walked around the room before standing in front of his home bar with its little faux bar stools and array of liquors stacked before an engraved mirror. 'Davey's Pad,' it read in gold lettering. David pulled himself onto one of the stools - harder than it had been only hours ago - and looked back at himself through the mirror. His face was so smooth and hairless now and his slightly pink lips turned up in a perfect's cupid bow. His eyebrows were neatly shaved and sat above his two beautiful almond eyes that featured lashes much longer than he was used to. He batted his eyes playfully at his reflection, but quickly became embarassed. He rested his chin in his hands and leaned against the bar. David's pink hair fell perfectly across his brow, just like all those cute pictures he had seen online. He experimented with sticking his tongue out at himself, pulling faces, pouting, and - perhaps shamefully - even crossing his eyes and letting his tongue loll out from between his lips, mimicing several of those videos he had seen.
After playing, David felt the silence hang too heavy in the air, so crossed the room to get into his now too-large chair to turn on the TV. He needed noise right now. The screen came to life as David tried to adjust, subconsciously aware that his ass was stil recovering from getting fucked by Jeff and that he still hadn't put on any underwear. Panties? Did he get to start wearing panties now? Many questions loomed large in the new femboy's mind and he didn't know how to answer them all. He leaned across the arms of the chair, letting his feet hang off the side and his shrunken cock and balls to air out. His hand slowly crept lower as he relaxed, gently rubbing his thighs and cock.
"What am I going to do for work?" he thought. "Do I have to go back to school? What do I... do I need to change my diet? I'm going to need new clothes. Should I change my name? If Jeff is older than me, what does that mean for our family? It it just the two of us, but there's still going to be questions. Why did his son have to go and make himself like that?" David felt his boy clit stiffening as his thoughts shifted to Jeff. "He's older than me now. I'm his father and now he's bigger and stronger and hairier, and his cock is... his cock is." David's other hand reached down to cradle his balls while his fingers carefully manipulated his small dick. The femboy licked his lips, remembering his son forcing his cock down David's throat. "Do I want to do that again?" David already knew the answer, but it was more complex than that. "What is going on with me? I have a new body and, let's face it, a new life. I don't know what I want right now, but it was so hot getting taken like that." With a sudden resolve, David sat up and reached for the remote and flicked through a few channels, searching for something in particular.
From upstairs came the sound of a car - David's car - backing out of the driveway. The father-turned-femboy registered it, but only barely as he continued to look through the channels. Finally, he found what he was looking for. The local news. He continued to massage his balls as he watched, he small dick beginning to grow flaccid as they worked through the stories of the day. Finally, it came - the weather report. David had always been interested in the weatherlady, who always caught his attention in the same way a sudden loud noise would. His response was usually quick and instinctual. He didn't even know her name, but he couldn't forget her hips.
"Taking a look at the forecast tomorrow-" The latina woman was on the younger side, possibly in her late 20s. David reevaluated. To the 18-year-old, she was a MILF. With a body that looked poured into her suit, the weatherwoman had a heaving chest that jiggled as she stretched across the greenscreen to point out local areas. David felt the same familar tingle in his balls as she turned her back to the camera, revealing an impossibly thick ass that the femboy felt a twinge of jealousy for. Well, it didn't fit who he was now. The weatherlady continued to read off the forecast while David worked his ever-hardening cock. He imagined himself burying deep into her ass and giving her a good fucking. Sort of. The idea didn't appeal to him as much as he'd thought, but he could at least state that he still was attracted to sexy women. His new look hadn't replaced his sexuality, just given him a new perspective on it.
The forecast ended before David could finish, but that didn't stop the man. He got up from the chair, careful not to wipe any precum into the leather, and made his way back around the bar. He made a quick, almost frantic search before he found what he was looking for: a small glass bottle of brandy. The contents weren't as important as the size and shape - tiny, thin, but with thick glass that would prevent any... problems. David made a mental note to get himself a toy while he's out clothes chopping later. He held the bottle beneath his chin and let a dribble of drool drip down to coat his new improvised dildo. David then locked eyes with himself in the mirror and pressed the lubed bottle against this asshole and began to press it in.
The reaction of his face was immediate, though he did exaggerate slightly for himself. In the mirror, David's eyes widened and his lips parted as a soft moan began to grow in his throat. "Oh, Oh, Ooooh." He let everything relax as he bent lower to let the bottle slide deeper into him. Even his face loosened as his mouth went slack and he stared blankly back at his cute, femboy face. David began to jerk his cock as he fucked his own ass, all the while thinking alternatively about the weather forecaster, his hairy, hung son, and his own cute body. It didn't take long before everything culminated with a shuddering orgasm. David quickly pulled the bottle out of him as his asshole clenched and a quick shot of cum splattered against the back of the bar. He fell back down to the ground, his soft ass cushioning him more than he had anticipated. He let himself feel the weight of his muscles and the weight of all his fucking, but... he still felt light and free. Being young had it's advantages.
David looked down at his shrunken cock. His thick thighs. His adorable striped stockings and dainty feet. Being young did indeed have it's advantages as he felt himself getting harder again. He happily began to stroke himself again, this time lying down behind his man cave's bar.