Becoming His Feminine Boyfriend

Chapter one: Meeting Him

I just started uni and like every 18 year old uni student I was skint; so, I applied for a part-time job in my local DIY store. Luckily, I managed to get the job and started last month. The job has good hours and even better co-workers. One particular co-worker was a homely older women, called Mary, who was the head of the paint section. She took an immediate liking to me and put me on the paint desk. It was a pretty easy gig; I just had to hand out taster paint pots and mix paints for people who wanted specific colours. She would always come by to the paint desk to check on me and would always hug me and hike up the work apron I was wearing.

Last week Mary came up to me during my shift and asked me for a favour; "My son is a bit lonely, and I wondered if you would take him out and spend some time with him. I think you would be great fit for him."

Then she proceeded to show me a picture of him. He had a big build, with broad shoulders, a full beard and looked quite tall. He looked like a typical rugby player and exuded an aura of powerful masculinity. Upon glancing at that picture, I was shocked that she thought I would be a

great fit

for him. I was the complete opposite to him physically. I have a slim build, some have referred to me as petite, the only part of that's slightly big is my bum. I have wide hips and a small frame resulting in my bum always sticking out no matter what I wear. I also have strawberry blonde hair that comes down to my eyes. Sometimes I do get mistaken for a girl especially when guys approach me from the back. I certainly don't radiate a similar aura of masculinity.

"How old is he. He looks a bit older than me," I asked gently.

"He is 28 but don't worry about it luv. I know you are 18 but Boys mature a lot less faster than girls," pleasantly replied Mary.

Her reply confused me, because I am a boy but her logic made it sound like she considered me a girl. Ultimately, Mary has been really nice to me and took me under her wing. I owe her.

"I am free this Saturday Mary."

"Fabulous luv I will let him know...... and Thanks so much Ridley."

Saturday morning came and I woke up a bit late because I was up on Friday night finishing up my coursework. I looked at my phone while in bed to check my socials and saw a message pop up from an unknown number; it said,

"

Its Dan. I'll pick you up at 3pm."

I guess that message is from Mary's son; she must have told him I lived in the uni halls. I got out of bed and walked over to my ensuite bathroom to have a quick shower and get ready for the hangout. After drying and brushing my hair; I searched in my wardrobe for an outfit to wear, but all my clothes were dirty.

Great on top of everything, I have to do the laundry

I thought to myself and looked at the clock to gauge how much time I had to complete this task. Things were not going well, it was already 1:30pm, I only have time for a quick wash, and it would probably be best to only wash the outfit I am going to wear. So, I picked up my snuggest white hoodie and jeans and rushed to the laundry room. I stashed the clothes in the washing machine and set it to a quick 30min wash. While I was waiting for the washing to be done, I thought about how to reply to Dan's message. I wanted to express how weird his whole message was but also not seem rude, so I settled on,

"

Heya Dan, Lovely to hear from you.

Yeah 3pm is great!

Ridely"

I hoped the politeness of my message would be a hint for him to respond in kind.

DING

The washing machine had completed its cycle allowing me to open its door only to find that my white hoodie was now bright pink along with my underwear and my socks while the only thing that remained its natural colour was my jeans. In my horror I probed further into the mouth of the washing machine to find a pink coloured sock nestled in the corner of the washing machine. Another student must have accidently left their sock in the machine. I didn't' have time to wash any other clothes; so, I put my pink stained clothes in the dyer hoping somehow the pink would vanish.

Unfortunately, the dryer seemed to have exacerbated the pink staining to the point that my white hoodie had no remnants left of tis former colour. It looked as if it had always been pink. With the time ticking closer towards 3pm; I raced back into my room to change into my hoodie and jeans. My hoodie felt bigger and looser, not only had the washing machine tapered with the colour of my hoodie; but the fit of my hoddie has also been altered. On the other hand, my jeans felt the complete opposite; they were really tight and it was almost as if I wearing a second layer of skin. I looked at the mirror to observe my figure and noticed how the jeans gripped my bum and my hips; creating an almost hourglass shape and giving the illusion of curves. In fact along with my pink stained hoodie, I looked like a girl; this is not the type of look a friend of dan would have I thought to myself.

Then my phone vibrated dragging me back down to earth. It was a message from Dan.

"Outside your uni accommodation"

Well I guess he didn't take my hint about the messages but I shouldn't keep him waiting; especially not outside the uni halls as that road was a main road and was frequently busy. So I messaged him back with

"Thanks Dan, Coming down now.

I'll be the one in a pink hoodie"

I came outside to find a tall, muscular and well-built guy dressed in dark cargo pants and a plain black shirt standing next to a white van. I did a small wave to him and walked over while unintentionally swaying my hips because of the tightness of my jeans.

"Heya Dan, It's so nice to meet you," I said with my hand outstretched.

"Likewise Ridely, my mum wasn't lying about you," he growled as he grabbed my hand to shake it. His giant hairy hands gripped my little dainty hand very tightly to the point that I almost yelped.

"I hope your mother said good things about me," I said playfully while gently rubbing my hands to sooth them after that vigorous handshake.

"All good things," he proclaimed while opening the passenger door of his van.

I thought that was lovely gesture but felt like that was something you would do for a women on a date and not for a guy you are going to hang out with. Nevertheless, I jumped onto the passenger seat but lost my balance and was about to fall over when I felt a secure hand grab my bum and help restore my balance.

"I got you," said Dan.

I smiled and thanked him as he gave my bum a quick pat and put me down on the passenger seat. I wanted to let him know grabbing a guy's ass was a weird thing to do; however, he did it in order to prevent me from falling down onto the street, therefore I could let this go. He shut the van door and started to make his way towards the driver side. This gave me the opportunity to take in my surroundings. His van had a very strong musk; the sort of musk that you get with tools, cement and dirt. It smelt incredibly masculine. Dan opened his door and relaxed onto the driver's seat while commanding the van's engine to start; it roared into life, and we were moving.

We were silent for what seemed like ages until Dan spoke, "I booked two seats for a romcom flick at the cinema." I was surprised that someone who look liked him would be a fan of typical chick flicks but I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.

"Ohh that sounds grand," I replied. Once again silence started to descend over the van. I think he's more introverted than I initially thought, leaving me to fill the silence. " So..... what do you do?" I asked awkwardly as if it wasn't obvious from his choice of vehicle.

"I work in construction, just finished a job earlier today," Dan answered, "my mum said you are in uni studying women's studies or something."

"More on the

or something side,

" I laughed, "I study Chemistry."

I wonder what made Mary say that because I am sure I mentioned to her I study Chemistry.

"That pink hoodie looks cute and so do you" Dan said. This caught me by surprise resulting in me not knowing how to respond to that. I never expected a guy to say something like that to me; but Dan saying it to me gave me pleasant shivers down my back.

I decided to reply to him with the truth, "It was a mishap with the washing machine, someone left a pink sock inside the washing machine and it stained my white hoodie pink," I chuckled.

Finally, we arrived at the cinema. I expected to see a lot more people at the cinema as it was barren; the only thing that was missing was some tumbleweed rolling down the foyer.

"Do you want some popcorn or a coke?" Dan asked.

"No thanks, I am grand," I replied. I just really hate cinema popcorn; they always have the stalest popcorn for the most ridiculous prices. We walked across the foyer towards a young cinema attendant standing by the entrance to the screens; Dan had a longer stride than me and this in combination with the tightness of my jeans caused me to shuffle slightly behind him. Dan noticed me lagging behind him and put his left arm across my hips and pulled me in towards him. This was certainly not the distance that you would expect two friends to have between themselves. It was more akin to the distance you would see between a couple. Before I could protest, we had arrived at the entrance to the cinema screens. Dan whipped out his phone and showed it to the cinema attendant while still maintaining his left arm on my hip. It was really awkward as these two men interacted only with each other. I felt like a trophy wife with her husband while her husband talked to another man about business.

Then the cinema attended said "Screen 4 mate." While giving Dan a typical head nod that men usually give each other; while he just smiled at me as we walked past. Why didn't he give me the same head nod? Didn't he consider me as much a man as Dan?

We walked into the pitch dark cinema screen and Dan guided me into our seats. When I sat down the screen blared into life and commercials started to play. There weren't too many people, only tow other couple ahead of us. I looked over at Dan and he seemed to be immersed in the commercials. The movie began and up popped the current It girl in Hollywood, she was your typical girl next door with a pretty face and a skinny frame. A few minutes later up popped the current It guy onto the screen; he had broad shoulders, a full beard and was quite tall. In fact, he looked a lot like Dan.

After an hour of this cringy romcom I was done and when Dan started to move from his seat; I thought he was going to ask me to leave. Instead, he raised his big arm over me and put his hand on my right shoulder and pushed me into his chest. My head was rest on his big, muscular and plump chest. I looked up at him and saw his attention was fully on the movie and I didn't want to interrupt his concentrations, so I remained in that position until the end of the movie.

When the movie ended, Dan asked- well commanded that we should get a bite to eat. We walked out of the cinema and just like before I was slightly shuffling behind him. Once again, Dan put his huge hand across my hips and landed his right hand on my right hip. His hand was like the backrest of a comfy chair; providing my back with the exact support it needed.

As we walked, Dan asked "Did you like the movie?"

I wanted to say the truth and say I hated the cringy chick flick but since he paid for the tickets; I thought the polite thing to lie. "It was wonderful, I really liked the main two leads, they definitely had chemistry" I lied.

"Hmmph, thought you would enjoy that chick flick. I hated it" He laughed.

We made our way into a quaint pub at the end of the road called The Ridder's inn. There was a large bald man with tattoos across all his exposed skin including his bald head guarding the entrance of the pub. He was the security and no doubt his intimidating presence kept the riff-raff out. I was getting ready to pull out my driving license as we approached the security guard. Dan and the guard faced off with each other. Both men were of a similar height but Dan had a muscular build while the security guard had a chubbier build. Needless to say both these men dwarfed me. Dan gave the bald security guard the same nod he gave the cinema attendant, and the man waved us through into the pub. This was a surprise to me because I always get carded by security when trying to go to pubs or clubs. I guess hanging out with Dan has its perks. The pub had a cozy atmosphere; small wooden chairs and tables were propped around a smouldering fire. The only light in the room was emanating from the fireplace. Dan walked towards an empty table and chivalrously pulled out the chair for me to sit in.

"I 'll go get us a bite," Dan said, as I sat in the chair he kindly pulled out for me.

I scanned the pub for other people, I noticed three older men sitting around a table covered in numerous empty pint glasses engaging in a lively discussion. Across from them was an old man with a white beard reading the Times. Adjacent from me was an older lady, in her 50s, reading a book. She noticed me looking at her and glanced up from the book to give me a warm smile. I smiled back. It felt like we were two kindred spirits in this pub full of masculine men.

Dan was at the pub counter talking with the bartender and then pointed towards our table; I assume that was to let the bartender know which table to bring the food. I had never had another person order food on my behalf. It felt so emasculating. But I liked this feeling of being emasculated. Its comforting just to be taken care of. Dan then came back bringing with him two glasses. One was a pint glass containing the golden liquid that is Guinness. The other was a half pint glass containing a red liquid with a white straw. He placed the half pint glass towards me and sat down in the chair next to me with his pint glass of Guinness.

" Ohh what's this?" I enquired.

"It's cranberry juice." He answered.

"I have never had that, I usually go for a pint of fosters when I am at a pub," I replied.

"I think you would like it. I bet fruity drinks would agree with you," he chuckled.

I drew up some of the cranberry juice from the straw and had some. It was exquisite.

"Wow, That isn't half bad," I agreed with him. "So your mum was saying you were a bit lonely."

"Its not that I am particularly lonely, its just I haven't meet someone who's spirit I like," He answered.

"That's very important. A kindred spirit is need in life," I said.

"Yeah, sprits need to match, that how I see it. Some people have masculine spirits and some people have feminine spirits, it doesn't matter what a person's gender is. Sometimes a women can have masculine sprits and a man can have feminine spirit. What matters is that two people have the opposite spirits so they can match up and make up for what the other lacks," He explained.

"That's an interesting way of thinking about it. I hadn't considered that," I nodded.

Suddenly, a plate full of food appeared in-front of me and another in-front of Dan. I looked up to see the bartender and he handed me a knife and fork. I said thanks and readied myself to tuck into the food. I looked at the plate to find a small grilled chicken breast and a large helping of salad. It's the type of dinner typically associated with a dinner for a women. On the other hand, Dan's plate consisted of a juicy medium rare steak drenched in peppercorn sauce with crispy chunky chips on the side. Its the type of dinner associated with a dinner for a man. I would have preferred to have some steak just like Dan; but I guess its my fault for not clarifying earlier.

"Ohh how much was this, I can transfer my half to your bank account," I said.

"Don't worry about it. Its my treat. So what are you gonna do after uni?" he asked as he was cutting into his juicy steak.

"I haven't put much thought into it, I am thinking of going into research, work in a pharmaceutical company maybe. Whats your long term plan?" I asked.

"I want to open my own construction company. Be my own boss aint," He answered.

"Be you own boss.... That sounds good" I agreed.

"Its not for everyone, but as a man you know I like to lead. Leading is a masculine trait. No offence but it makes sense why someone like you would wanna work for someone else." He added.

"Wait what do you mean by that? Why would I take offence?" I asked annoyed.

"I think you have a more feminine spirit. You don't give off a masculine vibe. You have a pink hoodie on." He answered. "You let me take you out. Treat you. Let me touch you up in the cinema...."

"I was just being nice. Trying to match you energy and I explained the mishap with my hoodie," I interrupted.

"A man would have stopped me immediately. Established boundaries. Its cute that you think you re being nice but what you have done is fooled yourself into believing you are not feminine and every feminine trait you have is you being nice. I think if you fully give into your feminine spirit. You would be happier." Dan said calmly.

What Dan said should have irritated me. A sane man would have probably punched Dan in the face and left. But this whole day has got me stuck between two ends. I do feel like I have spent most of my life trying to imitate being a man instead of actually just being myself, whether that is a man or a women or someone in between.

"I don't know how to fully give into my feminine spirit," I said to Dan.

"Don't worry, I know how to help you with that" He answered reassuringly. Dan got out of his chair and said " I am going for a piss and then after I can take you back to your place."

"Yeah that would be grand," I replied.

I felt a great sense of relief, like a big weight was lifted off my back. I finally get to be myself and have the freedom to discover who I am without having society's expectations thrusted upon me.

The old lady that was sitting adjacent to us and reading her book looked up at me once again and then procced to open her mouth, "I just wanted to say love, I think you two make a really cute couple, You remind me of me and my late husband. He loved his steaks too."

She thinks we are a couple, I guess Dan is right about how the world sees us. I didn't want to correct her so I just said "Thank you."

"Ready to go?" Dan asked as he approached from the toilet.

"Yeah of course."

We got onto his van and he started to drive us back to my uni accommodation." We were quite throughout the drive. Just lost in our own thoughts. He parked outside my uni accommodation.

"Well... here we are."

I really didn't want this night to end. I didn't want my time with him to end. "Would you like to come up and have a cup of tea" I asked longingly.

"A cuppa sounds terrific" Dan said, already jumping into action and getting out of the van and teleporting to the passenger side and opening my door for me. He gently pulled me up from the seat and nestled his arm on my hip and we started to make our way to my flat in the uni accommodation.

"So here's the flat..... my room is this way" I said as I opened the door to my uni flat.

"Are your roomates here?" Dan asked.

"I think they have gone home for the weekend." Then we approached my room In the flat and I opened the door; hoping that I remembered to clean up earlier this week.

"Theres not much space but that's what you get with uni accommodation" I laughed as I invited him into my room

. "It cozy" he replied with a smile. "You can sit in the bed.... I'll go to the kitchen and grab some tea.... We can put on some Netflix" I said in a rush; almost staggering over the words.

"I was thinking we could do something else before that" Dan said as he leaned into me.