Thinking about hanging out with a boymoder who keeps talking about how she'll never be a beautiful woman. How she should just give up, throw her estrogen in the trash, and detransition. I try to suggest things she could do to look more like the girl she wants to, get new clothes, try makeup, get a haircut, but she just continues to insist its pointless.
"No one thinks I'm a woman, you don't either, you're just saying this cause you're supposed to."
That crosses a line. I stand up from the couch and loom over her. "Don't you fucking say that." Before she can process what's happening I put a hand on one of her shoulders to pin her and grab the hem of her hoodie.
"What are you doing!?" She sputters.
I yank the hoodie up revealing the t-shirt underneath. "I'm showing you how much of a woman you are." Holding up her hoodie with the thumb or the hand that pins her I grab one of her growing tits.
"You're a woman now, this is what happen to women when they're alone at a strangers place." I squeeze her breast, letting my fingers squirm into it.
"Mmhmf," despite the circumstances the boymoder lets out a whimper.
"Sensitive aren't you? Looks like estrogen really is doing something." I keep squeezing and groping. Adjusting to chase the spots that make her whimper harder.
"You're a girl and I like girls. There's nothing to be confused about." I pinch her nipple through her shirt and she lets out something between a yelp and a moan. I twist it in my fingers and she whimpers harder. Her legs start to curl in on her torso. I pull my hand away from her breast for a moment to yank off her hoodie, then her t-shirt.
Her arms limply comply as I pull her clothing off of them. When I finish she lies back against the couch, waiting for me to continue.
"Wow, these really are growing, people are gonna notice if you don't hide them. What were you planning to do in the summer? Just swelter in that baggy hoodie?" As I speak I grab both of her tits and begin to knead them in my fingers. "Jesus these are soft, I don't know how you keep yourself from touching them all the time."
"Mmh. mmh. mmmmm." Her mouth is far too full of whimpers to respond to any of my prodding.
"Those are some really womanly noises you're making. Listen to how high your voice gets when I play with you." I pinch both of her nipples and begin to twist.
"Aaah! Aah!" Her moans are nearly screams. Her back arches toward me.
I release her nipples and let her fall back onto the couch, breathing heavily. Her eyes quiver and slowly begin to focus again. I wrap my hand around the back of her head and pull it towards mine meeting her soft lips in a kiss. She melts into me, kissing me desperately, like she's afraid something is going to take me away. I gently pull away from her, still grasping the back of her head.
"Don't worry honey, I'm not going to let a pretty girl like you get away from me."
