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When I got home in the evening, I prepared dinner, Lucille would be here soon. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept drifting back to my conversation with Theo. I wondered if Lucille had ever felt this way about someone else, or if she had any secrets of her own. It was an odd thought, considering how open and honest she was with me. If I can think and dream about people other than her, doesn't she have the right to do the same?

I finished preparing dinner and took a shower, hoping to clear my head. As I dried off, I couldn't help but notice a small box on my vanity. It was wrapped in red paper and adorned with a golden ribbon. There was a note attached that read, "For you, my dear. Happy anniversary." I felt a warmth spread through my chest as I realized that today was the day we had been together for a year.

I quickly dressed in something comfortable and casual, then sat down on the bed to wait for Lucille. The anticipation was killing me. I didn't know what she had gotten me, but I knew it had to be special. The box sat on the bedside table, taunting me, and I couldn't help but keep glancing at it.

Just as I was about to give in and open it, there was a knock at the door. Lucille had arrived. She walked in, her face lit up with a smile as she saw the box on the table. "You like it?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.

"I love it," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Thank you."She beamed at me, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm glad you like it. I've been wanting to get you something special for a while now. Go ahead, open it."

My fingers trembled as I carefully unwrapped the ribbon and tore off the paper. Inside, I found a beautiful necklace, its delicate chain adorned with a small, intricately crafted pendant. The pendant was shaped like a key, with a tiny ruby hanging from it.

"It's beautiful," I breathed, taking the necklace out of the box. "I love it."

Lucille smiled, her eyes shining with happiness as she watched me examine the delicate key pendant. "I thought you might. It reminded me of the first time we met, when I had to pick the lock on the door to get into the room."

"It's perfect," I said, hanging it around my neck. "Thank you, Lucille. This means so much to me." I leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, savoring the taste of her mouth, the feel of her skin against mine.

She laughed, pulling away and looking into my eyes. "You're welcome. But really, you're the one who means the most to me. I love you, you know that?"

"I love you too, Lucille," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "And I hope I can be everything you need, and more."

We spent the rest of the evening together, enjoying each other's company. We made dinner, watched a movie, and even danced in the living room. As we moved together to the rhythm of the music, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. I was happy, truly happy, and I knew that Lucille was too.

Later, as we lay in bed, the lights dimmed and the city outside casting a soft glow through the window, I felt a newfound appreciation for her. She was more than just my girlfriend or my partner; she was my confidante, my best friend, and my rock. I traced the outline of her face with my fingers, admiring her features, the way her skin glistened in the moonlight. And she soon fell asleep next to me.

But I couldn't help but stay awake, my thoughts racing. I wondered if she felt the same way about me as I did about her. If she ever doubted our connection or questioned our future together. I knew I loved her more than anything in the world, but I also knew that love wasn't always enough. She was lying next to me now and if I wanted, I could take my dick out and put it between her legs through her panties. It was a thought that had crossed my mind before. I wondered what she would say if I did it. But more importantly, it was more appealing to go and turn on my computer and watch porn instead of doing that. Even though I was with such a beautiful girl, thinking such things hurt and made me feel guilty.

I rolled onto my side, propping my head up on my hand as I stared at the ceiling. The lights from the city cast eerie shadows across the room, playing tricks on my mind. I couldn't help but feel like something was missing. Not just from our relationship, but from my life in general. There was a sense of dissatisfaction that gnawed at me, a restlessness that I couldn't shake. It wasn't that I didn't love her or appreciate her; it was just that I wanted more. More passion, more excitement, more variety.

And I knew that from the moment I started thinking about such things, lust would take over me and I would turn on that computer. The thought of it, the desire for it, the need for it... it was overwhelming. It was as if some dark, insidious part of me was slowly taking control, clouding my judgment and my better instincts. I hated myself for feeling this way, for wanting something that I knew was wrong.

But still, the urge persisted. I couldn't shake it, no matter how much I tried. And so, despite everything, I found myself creeping out of bed, padding quietly across the floor to my computer. The soft glow of the monitor was like a beacon in the darkness, calling to me. My heart raced as I logged in, my fingers trembling as I typed in the address of my favorite porn site. Lucille was lying asleep, two meters away, on the other side of the room, with her back to me. I shouldn't have attracted attention, I shouldn't have woken her up.

There was something inside me, something primal and irresistible, that compelled me to act. I clicked on a video, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for it to load. The image that appeared on the screen was like a sucker punch to the gut. It was a beautiful woman, her long hair cascading down her back, her body arched in ecstasy as she rode a man I couldn't see. There was a noise at the beginning of the video and I cursed silently under my breath and remembered that I couldn't turn off the sound. This was the moan of a woman about to have an orgasm. While I immediately looked at Lucille, I reached for the volume button with my other hand and turned off the sound completely. Lucille was still sleeping, but I knew she would wake up soon. I stared at the screen, transfixed by the scene before me. The woman's movements were hypnotic, her body fluid and sensual. It was as if she was dancing, a silent and erotic ballet only for me.

My hand secretly went to my dick. I reached him in my pajamas. If Lucille woke up, I would pull my hand out and hope she wouldn't see the erection inside. It was dark inside the room anyway. I started touching myself as I watched the woman on the screen. She was moaning now, but I didn't hear anything. The silence made it even more intense. I could feel the blood rushing to my dick, making it hard and throbbing.

As I continued to touch myself, I couldn't help but wonder about the woman in the video. I imagined her looking like a femboy, with long hair and soft features. Her body would be androgynous and smooth, like a perfect mix of male and female. I wondered what it would be like to touch her, to feel her skin against mine. The thought made me even harder.My mind drifted to Lucille. She was the only woman I had ever been with, and yet, I couldn't help but feel disconnected from her. There was a part of me that wanted something different, something more like what I was experiencing now. But I knew that I couldn't act on those feelings. It would be wrong, and it would hurt her.

The woman in the video continued to move, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she neared her climax. I could feel my own release building inside me, my body tense with anticipation. I wished I could share this moment with someone, but it was impossible.I glanced over at Lucille again, her long hair splayed out across the pillow. Even in sleep, she looked beautiful. But there was still something missing. Something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was like there was a part of her that I would never be able to reach, no matter how much I loved her.

As I watched the woman in the video, my mind wandered to a memory from when I was younger. I had seen a picture of a femboy online, and for some reason, it had struck a chord with me. I couldn't explain why, but I had found myself drawn to the androgynous beauty of their features and the smoothness of their skin. It was as if they represented a part of myself that I had never acknowledged before.

I knew that if I were to tell Lucille about these feelings, she would be hurt and confused. She had always been supportive of me, but I knew that this was something she couldn't understand. And yet, here I was, unable to resist the allure of the femininity in the video. It was as if some invisible force were pulling me in, making it impossible for me to look away.

I glanced at Lucille once more, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept. There was something about the way she moved that reminded me of the woman in the video. It was as if they shared a similar grace, a fluidity of motion that spoke of an inner strength and beauty. And yet, there was still a disconnect. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.

The woman in the video came to her climax, her body arching and her cries filling the silence. I could feel my own release building inside me, but I forced myself to resist. I didn't want to give in to this temptation, even though it felt so good. Because I knew, I couldn't ejaculate while watching this video. Because I was under the spell of something that I had previously loathed and despised. Same-sex relationships. Moreover, femboys.

I turned my attention back to Lucille, who was still sleeping soundly. Her face was peaceful and serene, her long hair spread out across the pillow like a silken waterfall. But even in sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something missing between us. Something vital and essential that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was as if a part of me had been severed, and I was trying to survive on the scraps of what was left.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that my feelings for Lucille were changing. They were becoming... complicated. I couldn't deny the attraction I felt toward the androgynous beauty of femboys, the smoothness of their skin, the softness of their features. It was as if a part of me that had been dormant for so long was finally beginning to stir. Of course, I could never give up on women, but I felt obliged to experience and learn this side of myself.

And then I went into categories on the site. My eyes scanned the categories and I saw that the "Sissy" category was among the most clicked ones. I was intrigued. I thought, maybe there were others like me who felt the same way. So, I decided to click on it. The videos started playing one after the other, each one more alluring than the last. There were femboys in various stages of undress, some cross-dressing, some even engaging in sexual acts with other men. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Among the video thumbnails, I selected a thin, white-skinned person wearing a pantyhose and clicked on it. The video started playing and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was a femboy, not much older than I was, dressed in a frilly pink outfit. His long, flowing hair was tied back into two ponytails, and he was sitting on the edge of a bed, legs spread wide apart. In one hand, he held a dildo, and in the other, a tube of lubricant. His soft features, delicate fingers, and smooth skin were all so familiar to me.

I watched, transfixed, as he began to stroke himself with the dildo, moaning softly into the silence. His movements were slow and deliberate, almost hypnotic. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the screen. There was something about the way he touched himself, the way he threw his head back in ecstasy, that made me feel a strange sense of longing deep within my chest. It was as if a part of me was recognizing a part of itself, a part that I had never acknowledged before.Meanwhile, Lucille turned over in bed making noise. I quickly switched the video off and pretended to look a Google page. I didn't want her to catch me watching something like that. But as she settled back into sleep, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of guilt and excitement. A part of me wanted to explore this newfound attraction, but another part of me was scared of losing her.

I continued the video from where it left off. Black pantyhose clung to the femboy's slender legs, accentuating their smoothness and delicacy. His soft hands, adorned with long, elegant fingernails, expertly guided the dildo in and out of his moist folds. His breathing grew labored, his chest heaving up and down as he neared climax. I felt my own arousal building within me, a strange mixture of desire and confusion. The boy did not take his dick out of his pantyhose, but was inserting the dildo into his ass through a hole he had pierced.

My mind raced with questions. Why was this so arousing to me? Was I really attracted to men? Or was it just this aspect of femininity that appealed to me? I glanced over at Lucille again, feeling guilty for even having these thoughts. She was still sleeping soundly, her face innocent and untroubled. I wanted to believe that our relationship could survive this newfound curiosity, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had changed between us.

As the femboy continued to pleasure himself, I found myself growing increasingly aroused. My own body began to respond to the sight before me, my breath quickening and my heart racing. I tried to resist the urge to touch myself, but it was impossible. I reached down, my fingers tentative at first, and began to stroke my growing erection through my pajamas. The feeling was intense, overwhelming, and yet strangely liberating.