He was my ex-husbands lawyer. Like many faggots he was very put together and professional. I just stared at him during our first settlement meeting. He became totally unnerved. He didn't even know he was a faggot, but I’m certain he started wondering that day.
My lawyer scheduled a meeting with him to go over terms. Much to his surprise, I showed up instead of my lawyer. He protested and I said, "I'll agree to whatever terms my ex-faggot wants. I want to get to know you better," and then I put my hand on his shoulder. He relaxed a bit. I walked closer to him. He stared at me. "You're a good boy," I said. He sighed and moved towards me. We embraced and he said, "How did you know." I kissed him and said, "It's what I do boy. You've done nothing wrong. You're a faggot. I want to help." He started to cry. When he was done we drove to his place, measured him for his chastity and I fucked him.
That was a month ago. Look at him now. Look how he's embraced his role. Look how much of a proud faggot he's become. This is what can happen when you're open to change. Open to your nature. Open to becoming what you know you are.
If you are fighting it, don’t fight it anymore. You deserve to be happy.
