Taylor Robert Christiansen, a 21-year-old male with an impeccable physique, owned his own apartment, and held down a good job with very good pay, was having a bad night. The normally fit and energetic Taylor found himself in his bed, nursing a hangover that felt like a thousand needles pricking his brain. His muscles ached from the excessive drinking, and his stomach churned with the memory of the questionable decisions he had made the previous night. He groaned and forced himself to stand upright, wishing he could just crawl back into bed and sleep off the misery.
As he stumbled to the bathroom, Taylor caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. His normally masculine features seemed very subtly different somehow. His cheekbones appeared a little higher, his jawline less pronounced, and his eyes... they seemed to hold a new sparkle, a softness that he couldn't quite place. He shook his head, chalking it up to the hangover and the strange lighting, and focused on taking a shower to clear his head.
As the hot water cascaded over his body, he began to feel a strange sense of peace wash over him. His muscles relaxed, and for a moment, he forgot about the pounding in his head. He noticed that his body felt... different. Softer, somehow. There was a new curviness to his hips, and his chest seemed more defined. It was as if he were changing, evolving right before his eyes.
Nothing to dramatic but very subtle changes were happening to Taylor's body but can't figure out why his arse hurts when he he walked into the bathroom.
He then suddenly remembered last night in a flash back.
The flash back from last night:
He's in his bedroom on his hands and knees been taken by another man, the other man is been gentle and kind and the pain feels so good to Taylor.
He moans as the other man thrusts in and out of him, feeling his cock slide against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His own hips rock back and forth, meeting each thrust, his eyes roll back in his head as he bites down on his bottom lip, trying to keep from screaming out in ecstasy.
Then the flash back is over and he's still in the shower looking very subtlety feminine . Taylor thinks about what has happened and realises he must have had sex with another man last night. He remembers now how good it felt to be taken like that. A warm blush creeps up his neck and into his cheeks at the memory. He finishes his shower, feeling a little less horrified about the whole thing, and decides to just go about his day as usual.
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