Summary: Sexy college girls mistake a pervert for a girl. Hilarity and public humiliation ensues. Sequels will have more femdom and feminization themes.
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Most men grow out of certain things, and most grow into certain other things. Men were supposed to grow into refined animals with broad shoulders, strong muscles, and the confidence to use them. They were supposed to grow into tall, dark, handsome figures capable of being brilliant, or brave, or at the very least strong willed. Most men would grow out of things like shyness around women, or uncontrollable urges that plague adolescence. They would at the very least learn to act with candor. And if nature had been cruel, maybe they would grow some scruff around their chins to hide the lack of a square jaw.
Alex was not most men. His doctor said he was healthy, if shorter and more hormonal irregular. He was only five foot two and his shoulders were no broader than his hips, in fact, his hips looked damn near child-bearing! He worked out regularly, but all this did was give him an hourglass figure. There was no fighting his skeletal structure. He tried all sorts of diets, but it seemed like his choices were "fat and unhealthy" or "hourglass figure." Even his genetics seemed to be fighting him here on his fat distribution. Even now he was on his "Testosterone boosting meals" of meats, vegies, and nuts. However, all it seemed to do was make him lean and "prettier". When his body and facial hair grew out it was always patchy and ugly, so he kept it all shaved, even his lower body. His features were subtle and curved with very few hard lines anywhere. His short brown hair shook as he did his cardio workout for the day, hoping in vain to lose the body fat that he also saw subtly jiggle during the fast movements. He wore under armor and bike shorts and was in great shape, though, not the exact shape he wanted. He knew most women would kill for a body like his, unfortunately. That idea that made him all the more determined to build himself up.
He was also working hard at eliminating another embarrassing problem. For years he had suffered from arousal that was not only uncontrollable, but was sometimes completely random. His libido was on a hair trigger. That was another thing he had hoped to grow out of. On this new diet it seemed to get worse, so it seemed the "testosterone boost" was at least doing something. He was working tirelessly to make the blood in his body go somewhere else. Exercise was usually the only thing that worked out the issue before.
Well, that and the obvious solution. However, he had read that masturbation lowered testosterone levels so he had been constantly fighting off urges for the last two months in a vain effort. He had been successful when he was awake, but every week or so he'd find himself in increasingly vivid dreams. He had first dreamt of relatively normal fantasies before waking himself up, pacing his arousal away, and trying to get back to sleep. Now he was fighting off succubi in his dreams every night. And it wasn't sex they were after. They'd dance and strip and chase him and kiss him and hold his hands until he felt ready to burst from that alone. In fact, just last night he had dreamt about a woman in a one-piece swimsuit. Nothing else, that was it. He had woken up just as he was about to explode and barely calmed himself down afterward. He had been on the edge of spoiling his celibacy streak for weeks. Everything was starting to look sexy, and he couldn't stand it.
Just thinking about it now put his sex into overdrive, and he pushed hard the last sixty seconds before his workout tape ended. He was hot, sweaty, tired, and his muscles hurt, but he had grown used to the pain and had even started to like it. Alex wiped the sweat from his brow before heading to the bathroom.
He stripped off his wet clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. He was made of circular curves and smooth lines across spotless skin. He was sweaty, slick, and his chest still heaved in and out with excursion. His midriff was toned, but his chest and waist was taking more time. He prodded his protruding nipples with concern. They quickly hardened as cold air ran across them and he hummed in disapproval. He had read that playing with them could build breast tissue so he stopped. He turned and looked at his back and rear. His spine curved naturally into his hips and gluts. There was no other way to say it. His ass was round and taught and excruciatingly feminine. He felt it up in search of the muscle underneath. He pressed and spread and kneaded the cheeks. He looked far more like a casual female athlete than the chiseled statue he was aiming for. He turned and noticed with shame that he already at half mast again. His cock was rising with desire. Was he getting turned on by looking at himself? Just by being naked? Had he truly become that feminine looking, or was he just that pent up? He turned his ass away from his vision. He had to keep moving.
He looked at his own, feminine face in the mirror with disappointment. He could almost pretend he was watching a pretty girl on the other side of the window. The girl in the mirror began to brush her teeth. The toothpaste made a "splurt" noise as it came out. Alex took the brush and pressed it to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and opened wide to let it enter her. He put it in her slowly, then out and in again. The brush seemed to longingly delve deeper and deeper inside of her each with each thrust. Her face had an ecstatic, gasping, panting expression. She closed her mouth to hum in pleasure as it penetrated deep. She began sucking and fucking the brush with her lips. She let Alex fuck her throat until she gagged and finally spat it all out. The white junk flowed off her tongue and she looked up into Alex's eyes with longing as the paste dripped from her lips, tongue, and chin.. He shook his head, rinsed out his mouth and spat. He needed to concentrate. His boner had risen to it's full glory again.
He turned on the cold water and flinched at the freezing sensation across his hot and sticky body. This was the only time he could touch himself, but he still had to be vigilant. He scrubbed his hair and skin. His slick hands across his chest and stomach felt amazing. He tried to concentrate on the cold as he slathered up his groin. Thankfully, the cold across his crotch was enough to drain him of his temptations. Once he had gotten used to the cold he had to finish up quickly, otherwise he'd probably get hard again.
He lived alone. He was able to afford to do so because of his scholarships. This allowed him to travel around in his apartment freely in the nude. It was efficient, but he found himself far too thrilled at the idea of someone finding him out. He paced quickly to his room to get dressed. He had to do the laundry soon, all he had was more workout clothes. He didn't like wearing them outside, since guys hit on him so often(and it was harder to hide an erection), but he was running late.
When he got to class he tried his hardest to stay on top of his work. His grades were perfect, but it was getting more difficult to concentrate, especially in his biology class. There was a girl who sat in front of him with dyed blue hair and thick, round sunglasses. She'd always wear a loose fitting tank top that failed to cover most of the bra underneath and stopped just below her breasts. She wore nothing else until her jeans dug into her hips. Her pants would slip and show her pink panties whenever she'd lean forward. Her breasts were as big as oranges but her ass brought her chest to shame. On some days it would escape out and give Alex a peak at over half it's surface area before the girl would pull the waistband back up.
Alex's cock was hard as a rock as he took his notes. It pushed against his shorts like an insane convict against his bars. Under his waistband it would be tucked and hidden, but the pressure distracted him terribly, especially when he moved. Finally the class was over and he tried to avoid eye contact with the stunning woman, or any woman for that matter. All these college girls were stunning, and getting more so every day by Alex's reckoning.
"Hey," Someone in his periphery in the hall seemed to call to him. That didn't make sense, he didn't have any friends around here. He looked up and saw the blue haired girl who sat in front of him with another woman. He had never noticed that she was at least a head taller than him. "You aced the last test right?" She asked. She was chewing gum. Her mouth was wet and dexterous. Black eyeliner circled her predatory eyes under her glasses. Did she catch him looking at her earlier? Did she know how horny he was? He looked down and made sure his cock was hidden. He looked up again and she seemed upset. Was she going to reveal his erection to the whole school and call him a pervert?
This was Alex's last weakness that he had failed to grow out of. It was his fear of people, especially women. What was he supposed to say? She looked angry. "Uh, yea, just barely." His voice was shaky. He hardly remembered what she had said in the first place. He needed to get out of here. He felt his dick trying to escape and present it's self. Walking around had almost rid him of his embarrassing issue, but now it was growing again as she watched him squirm.
"We fucked the tits." He heard the other girl say.
"What?"
