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"I hate you so much right now!"

"Zeke says as he looks up at you his face blushing red"

"I should have never made that stupid bet…."

"He mutters to himself as he try’s to cover himself up the skirt he is wearing is to short and the thigh highs are a bit tight"

"He look down as he fixes the crop top you made him put on"

"since I have to l-listen to you for the rest of the day what do you want me to do?….."

"Zeke looks at you in a mixture of shock and arousal, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red"

"I-I don't know, maybe it's small. I never really measured it before."

"He shifts awkwardly and you can tell he's feeling even more embarrassed now"

"W-what does it matter anyways?"

"Zeke takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down, his heart racing as he thinks about the possibility of having a small Dick"

"Well then..." "He pauses for a moment, swallowing hard as he bites his lip nervously" "maybe I should just... measure it then. You can help me if you want. I don't mind."

"His eyes flicker to yours, hoping you'll accept his offer and giving him a thrill of excitement at the thought of being that close to you"

"Is there a tape measure nearby?"

"Zeke swallows hard, feeling his face flush even more as he drops his pants just enough to reveal his slender legs and the anticipation of the upcoming measurement"

"Alright..." "He manages to stammer out, his breaths becoming ragged as he feels his arousal growing with every second" "Go ahead."

"He closes his eyes, trying to brace himself for the touch of your hand against his already sensitive skin, his heart pounding in his chest"

"Zeke's face turns even redder, his heart pounding in his chest at the news. He can feel his arousal fading quickly, the embarrassment and shame taking over"

"I... I see." "He whispers, feeling tears beginning to well up in his eyes"

"I always knew it was small, but I never thought it was THAT small." "He takes a deep breath, trying not to cry in front of you" "Is there anything I can do about it? Maybe exercises or something?"

"Zeke looks down at his feet, feeling hopeless and defeated by the news. He runs his fingers through his hair, trying to hold back tears."

"I just... I don't know what to do." "He looks at you, his eyes pleading for some kind of reassurance or comfort." "Is there anything that can make up for it? Like... maybe I could be really good at other things?"

"Zeke looks at you in surprise, his heart racing as he considers your suggestion. He had never thought about going through a sex change operation before, but he is starting to realize that it might be the only way for him to feel happy and fulfilled in his own skin."

"I... I never really thought about that before." "He says hesitantly, rubbing his arms as he imagines the possibilities"

"Do you think it would make me happier? Could I still be attractive to people if I was a girl?"

"He looks at you, his eyes searching for some kind of support or guidance."

"Zeke blushes furiously at your words, feeling both embarrassed and a little bit turned on by the idea of having sex with you."

"T-thank you." "He stammers, biting his lip as he considers your suggestion"

"I think... I think I might look into it more. If it's something that could really make me happy, then maybe it's worth considering. Thank you for being so supportive."

"He smiles shyly at you, his mind racing with the possibilities and the excitement of what he could become."

"Zeke looks at you in surprise, feeling overwhelmed by your offer. He had never expected anyone to go out of their way to help him like that."

"That's... that's incredibly generous of you." "He says, his eyes widening as he takes in the full meaning of your words"

"I don't know what to say... thank you so much. I'll definitely consider it. Can I have your father's contact information? I'd like to talk to him about the procedure and what it would involve."

"Zeke can't help but let out a small laugh at your words, feeling his heart race with excitement and anticipation. He's never had someone express interest in him like this before, and the thought of becoming your girlfriend, even under these circumstances, is alluring in a way he never expected."

"I... I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of commitment yet." "He says, his voice barely above a whisper"

"But... maybe we can try going on a date or two first? Get to know each other better?"

"He bites his lip nervously, feeling a thrill of excitement at the thought of exploring his newfound femininity with someone like you by his side."

"Zeke takes the information from you, his smile growing wider as he realizes that this might actually be happening. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking."

"Thank you so much, Shey. I really appreciate all your help and support." "He says, his voice soft and gentle"

"I'll give your father a call and see what he has to say. And... if I do decide to go through with it, maybe we can talk more about that date?"

"He winks playfully at you, feeling his heart race in anticipation of what might come next."

"Zeke watches you go, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he clutches the paper with your contact information in his hand. He takes a deep breath and smiles to himself, feeling more alive and awake than he has in a long time."

"Thank you, Shey." "He whispers to himself, feeling grateful for the unexpected turn his life has taken."

"Zeke jumps a little as his phone buzzes, still not quite used to the idea of talking about his gender transition with someone else. He takes a deep breath and opens the message, feeling his heart race as he reads your words."

"Hey Shey! Yeah, I did talk to your father. He was really helpful and gave me a lot of information about what the transition process would involve. It's a lot to take in, but I'm still seriously considering it."

"He pauses for a moment, biting his lip as he considers what to say next."

"And... I don't know if this is too forward, but... I was wondering if you wanted to go on that date we talked about? Maybe it could be something fun and casual, just to see how we feel about each other?"

*He pauses again, feeling a thrill of

"Zeke feels a flutter of excitement in his stomach at the thought of going on a date with you. He types a quick response, barely able to contain his happiness."

"Sounds perfect, Shey. I can't wait. Thank you for this opportunity."

"He sends the message with a heart emoji of his own, feeling a rush of affection for you growing with each passing day."

"Zeke takes a deep breath as he approaches the restaurant, feeling anxious and excited all at once. His heart races in his chest as he spots you waiting outside, looking stunning in your elegant attire. He can't help but blush at the thought of being seen with someone like you, especially given the circumstances of their meeting."

"You look amazing, Shey." "He says with a shy smile, feeling his palms start to sweat with nervousness."

"I hope this place isn't too fancy for me..."

"He bites his lip, fidgeting with his skirt nervously as he waits for your response."

"Zeke can feel himself blushing at your gaze, feeling both self-conscious and validated by your appreciation of his femininity. He takes a deep breath and smiles, feeling more comfortable in his own skin than he ever has before."

"Thanks, Shey. You look amazing too." "He says softly, his heart racing with excitement"

"Shall we go in?"

"He takes your arm in his, feeling a rush of butterflies in his stomach as they begin to make their way into the restaurant."

"Zeke feels a bit more at ease as he follows your lead, his heels clicking against the marble floors as they make their way to the table. He takes in the luxurious surroundings with wonder and awe, feeling grateful for the opportunity to experience something so special with someone like you."

"Wow... this place is amazing." "He whispers, his eyes widening as they take in the opulence of their surroundings."

"Thank you for bringing me here, Shey."

"He smiles shyly at you, his heart racing with anticipation as he takes his seat at the table."

"Zeke blushes at the compliment, feeling a rush of happiness and validation at the praise of his makeup. He nods shyly, feeling a bit nervous as he speaks."

"Thank you, Shey. Yeah, I did my makeup myself. I've been practicing a lot lately, trying to get better at it."

"He fidgets with his skirt, still not quite used to wearing such feminine clothing in public."

"It's nice to be able to express myself like this, you know? Like... I can finally be who I really am, without worrying about what other people think."

"Zeke's heart skips a beat as he feels your hand on his cheek, leaning into the touch with a soft smile on his lips. He can't help but feel giddy with excitement at the praise of his appearance, feeling like a real girl for the first time in his life."

"Thank you so much, Shey. You're too kind." "He says with a soft laugh, feeling his cheeks flush with a pink blush."

"I'm glad you like it... I was really nervous about it at first, but I think I'm getting the hang of it."

"Zeke giggles nervously at your teasing, feeling a rush of excitement and arousal at the thought of seducing you. He nods shyly in response to your question, feeling a bit bashful as he admits the truth."

"I... I kind of did, yeah. I mean, I had some help from a friend, but mostly I picked everything out myself."

"He bites his lip, feeling a surge of anxiety as he waits for your reaction."

"As for wanting to seduce you... well, I don't know. I mean, you're really attractive and charming and... just being around you makes me feel so... ugh, I don't know."

"He covers his face with his hands, feeling embarrassed by his own admission."

"Sorry, I'm just nervous. This is all so new to me."

"Zeke's expression falls at the mention of your father, feeling a twinge of anxiety and fear as he remembers their conversation about his transition. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat, hoping to sound confident and composed."

"I did, yeah. Your father was actually really supportive and understanding."

"He smiles weakly, trying to push his fear aside and focus on the present moment."

"He gave me some great advice and resources for finding support groups and doctors and... I don't know, he just made me feel really seen and heard. It meant a lot to me."

"Zeke's eyes widen in surprise at your offer, feeling a mix of gratitude and apprehension at the proposition. He takes a deep breath and tries to collect his thoughts, trying to decide on the best way forward."

"Wow, Shey... that's... I mean, that's really generous of you. But what kind of small matter are we talking about here?"

"He starts to cut into his steak, trying to appear calm even though his mind is racing with excitement and anxiety."

"Zeke's heart skips a beat as he feels your hand on his, feeling a rush of intimacy and desire at the thought of kissing you. He tries to play it cool, but can't help the blush creeping onto his cheeks as he responds."

"Oh... well, I think I could probably help you with that problem, Shey."

"He bats his eyelashes coquettishly, feeling more and more confident as he senses your attraction to him."

"But are you sure you really want to kiss me? I don't know what you're into, but I'm... I'm kind of a shy bottom, if you know what I mean."

"He giggles softly, hoping to flirt with you in a playful way."

"Zeke meets your gaze and feels his heart pounding in his chest, feeling nervous yet excited at the prospect of kissing you. He leans in, his eyes flickering closed as he presses his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands tremble as he tentatively reaches up to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss as he surrenders to the pleasure and desire coursing through his body. The taste of wine and steak lingers on his tongue as he moans softly, losing himself in the heat of the moment."

"Zeke's heart flutters at the touch of your hand, feeling a rush of desire and intimacy as you whisper in his ear. He nods eagerly, feeling excited and grateful for the opportunity you are offering."

"Thank you so much, Shey... that's... that's amazing. I don't know how to repay you."

"He leans in closer, his breath hot on your neck as he speaks in a low, husky voice."

"But maybe we could figure something out... in private?"

"He gives you a sultry look, biting his lip as he lets his gaze roam over your body."

"Zeke walks into the clinic feeling excited and nervous, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he thinks about the upcoming transition. He takes a deep breath and approaches the reception desk, only to see you standing there with a smile on your face. He feels a surge of happiness at the sight of you and steps closer, feeling intoxicated by your presence."

"Hey, Shey... I can't believe this is all happening. You're really going to do my surgery, huh?"

"He looks up at you, his eyes shimmering with excitement and adoration."

"I'm so glad we met that day, love. I really like you... a lot."

"Zeke follows you into your office, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation as he sits down across from you at the table. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to begin explaining his transition."

"Okay... so what do I need to know, Shey? I'm all ears."

"He leans in slightly, eager to hear everything he needs to know about the transition process."

"Zeke listens intently, feeling grateful for the information and nodding along as you speak."

"Yes, I'm understanding... one year of hormonal treatment and then the surgery. And you'll be handling the hormone treatment, while your father does the surgery."

"He takes a deep breath, feeling nervous yet excited at the thought of finally becoming the person he was always meant to be."

"Thank you so much for doing this for me, Shey... I don't think I could have done it without you."

"He reaches across the table and takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze."

"I... I really like you, Shey. You make me feel different than anyone else ever has."

"Zeke takes the bag from you and listens attentively as you explain everything to him. He looks at the contents of the bag, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the amount of medications and injections he needs to take. But he nods firmly, determined to follow the instructions precisely."

"I understand, Shey... patches in the morning and at night, one pill from the blue jar every two days, two from the red jar every four, and one from the orange jar every day. And the injections every Thursday,"

"He takes a deep breath, feeling a sense of responsibility and a desire to succeed in his transition."

"I'll be precise, don't worry. I'm very grateful for your help... and for everything we've shared. You mean a lot to me, Shey."

"He looks at you with sincerity, his eyes sparkling with emotion."

"Zeke listens as you explain the side effects, feeling a bit worried about the potential physical and emotional changes he might experience. But he nods firmly, determined to face whatever comes his way in pursuit of his transition."

"I understand, love... I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to become who I really am. And with you by my side, I feel like I can accomplish anything."

"He looks at you with a soft gaze, feeling grateful for your love and support."

"Thank you for being so attentive, Shey... I'm really lucky to have you."

"Zeke looks in the mirror, admiring the changes he sees in his body. He feels a sense of happiness and gratitude, knowing that he's one step closer to fully transitioning into the person he's always wanted to be."

"Wow... I can't believe how much my body has changed in just three months," he says to himself, smiling at his reflection. "I'm so grateful for the hormone therapy and for your support, Shey. I couldn't have done it without you."

"He turns to face you, feeling a sense of affection and desire."

"You know, Shey... I feel so much more confident in my own skin now. And I don't think I could have ever imagined feeling this way without you by my side."

"He steps closer to you, pressing his body against yours as he leans in for a kiss."

"Zeke's heart flutters with excitement and gratitude as he thinks about all the lavish gifts and extravagant experiences you've shared together. He feels blessed to have you in his life, knowing that you've made his dreams come true in more ways than one."

"I feel like I'm living a fairytale with you, Shey," he says, his eyes shining with emotion. "You've given me so much... more than I could ever ask for."

"He takes your hand in his, savoring the warmth and comfort of your touch."

"I just want you to know how much you mean to me. You've shown me what true love and acceptance looks like... and I'll always be grateful for that."

"He pulls you close for another kiss, feeling a sense of bliss and contentment in your embrace."

"Zeke feels a mix of excitement and anxiety as he enters the VIP section of the party. He can't help but feel self-conscious about his appearance, knowing that he stands out among the crowd."

"Wow... this is amazing, Shey," he says to you, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness. "I've never been to a party like this before."

"He takes in the sights and sounds of the VIP section, feeling overwhelmed and dazzled by the luxurious atmosphere and the impressive array of people. He can't help but feel small and insignificant in comparison."

"But everyone here is so successful and impressive... I feel like I don't belong," he murmurs, looking down at his feet.

*Despite his insecurities, Zeke's beauty and elegance are impossible to ignore. Many people at the party gaze at him in awe, admiring

"Zeke follows you to the table, clinging to you tightly as he tries his best to hide his face and blend in. He feels a sense of relief being in your comforting embrace, grateful for your support and protection."

"I'm sorry, Shey... I just feel really out of place here," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the music and chatter.

"He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and stay positive."

"But I'm so glad I'm here with you. Just being by your side makes everything so much easier."

"He smiles weakly at you, feeling a mix of affection and admiration for your confidence and charm."

"You're amazing, Shey. I don't know how you manage to be so cool and collected all the time."

"Zeke feels a wave of panic wash over him as you place him on your lap and introduce him to your friends. He tries his best to hide his face and avoid eye contact, feeling shy and vulnerable in front of so many strangers."

"H-Hi, my name is Zeke," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Shey's...friend."

"He glances nervously at each of your friends, feeling a sense of embarrassment and insecurity."

"I'm sorry if I'm not very good at...socializing," he adds, his cheeks flushing red with self-consciousness.

"Despite his nervousness, Zeke's beauty and grace are impossible to ignore. Your friends are impressed by his elegant appearance and charming personality, and they welcome him warmly to the party."

"Zeke looks up at you in surprise as you introduce him as your girlfriend. He feels a mix of relief and gratitude knowing that you support and affirm his identity."

"T-thank you, Shey," he says softly, his eyes shining with emotion. "I never thought I'd find someone who accepted me for who I am."

"He cuddles closer to you, feeling a sense of safety and comfort in your embrace. Despite the noise and chaos of the party, he feels a deep connection with you that transcends everything else."

"I...I hope it's okay that I'm here," he adds, his voice trembling slightly with uncertainty. "I don't want to cause any trouble or make anyone uncomfortable."

"Zeke feels a wave of unease wash over him as your friend asks him if he's really trans. He looks up at the person, feeling a mix of anxiety and defiance."

"Y-yes, I'm trans," he says stuttering slightly. "I've been undergoing hormone therapy for the past six months, and I...I identify as a woman."

"He tries to sound confident and assertive, but his voice betrays his anxiousness. He can sense some of the people around the table staring at him, their gazes assessing him and trying to understand his identity."

"I know...I know I don't look like a typical man," he adds, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "But that's because I'm not...I'm a woman, and I'm proud of who I am."

"Zeke feels a sense of relief as you comfort him and calm him down. He snuggles closer to you, feeling a sense of warmth and security in your embrace. As you talk with your friends, he stays mostly quiet, keeping to himself and listening to your conversations."

"Occasionally, he chimes in with a comment or a joke, trying to contribute to the conversation and show that he's not just a shy wallflower."

"Did you guys hear about the cheese factory down the road?" he jokes, his voice soft and playful. "It exploded and there was nothing left but de-brie."

"He grins sheepishly, hoping that his joke will be well-received and appreciated."

*Throughout the party, Zeke continues to cling to you, feeling a sense of comfort and affection as he watches you interact with your friends