A Case Of Mistaken Gender Identity: F/f D/s Not NC but some initial reluctance.Now cast with FM and also with Amazon
You're a young woman coming to terms with the fact that you're lesbian. In the privacy of your bedroom you experiment with less feminine looks and discover that you're most comfortable in masculine clothes. Your hair is already cropped quite short. One night you decide to go out to a club as a guy, just for the fun of it. You slick down your hair, strap down your breasts, stuff your boxers, sink a couple of whiskeys and smoke a couple cigarettes to make your voice gruff and then hit the town.
You're happy enough nursing a beer, propping up the bar and taking in the masculine mannerisms of the men around you. If this was a gay bar you would maybe check the women out but it isn't, you're just here for research, to learn more about what feels right for you as a genderqueer lesbian.
Then a stunning Asian girl marches up to the bar with a man following her apologetically. She dumps him unceremoniously, fighting back tears.
would console her right? Buy her a drink and be chivalrous.
Before you think about the ramifications, you've ordered her a drink, consoled her and introduced yourself. Now you're standing close enough to smell her perfume and drown in her watery eyes, close enough to see right down the front of her dress.
Soon you're hitting on her, dancing with her and buying her more drinks. She's getting tipsy and feeling reckless after such a recent break-up. When you try to leave, she follows you and gets into your cab.
So you take her home, thinking you can make out with her and then be the perfect gentleman, keeping your clothes on. You can give her a fake number. All manner of plan Bs formulate in your mind.
But once she's in your apartment, it's not long before she touches your chest while making out and discovers that instead of firm pecs, you have soft breasts, smooth cheeks and crucially, no cock.
So you seduce her in the only way left to you, over powering her easily in her drunken state and using your intimate knowledge of the female form to your advantage. You discover during this unlikely tryst that you like having power and control in the bedroom, having a partner who's so much shorter and lighter than you are. You get a kick out of her fear and reluctance, making it your mission to rock her world whether she likes it or not.
And she discovers that she's masochistic. The fear of it, the reluctance, being manipulated and over-powered, forced to orgasm, it all pushes her buttons.
She'll run from your apartment the next day... but you let her go, knowing that from the way she responded, she'll be back. And when she turns up on your doorstep again, you're going to have some real fun. You're going to make her beg and cry and suffer.
From that day on you let the world see you for who you really are; buzz cutting your hair, showing up to work in men's suits, getting used to the new you, the real
And having a juicy little Asian cunt in tow just makes the whole transition that much easier. Your male colleagues can't believe how hot your new girlfriend is and that male camaraderie is your ticket to acceptance. You make her quit her job and move in with you, getting chauvinist about her role as your girl. You discover she's got quite the kink for humiliation and objectification, opening up new avenues of dominance and play for you. You can take her to your regular gay bar and be the envy of all your friends.
You realise that you finally have what you wanted; a life as a masculine person and a hot girl to keep house and warm your bed.
And they both lived happily ever after.