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SHIT SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IVE BEEN WORKING ON A SCHOOL PROJECT AND I WOULDVE BEEN BACK SOONER BUT MY PARTNER WAS DOING EVERYTHING WRONG SO LONG STORY SHORT I BUILT A SCULPTURE OF A DNA STRAND ALL BY MYSELF ENJOY

After a little while, Mike decided it'd be fun to play Mario Kart.

To say I was aggravated would be an understatement.

I was always in last, with Mike in 2nd or 1st, and even though nobody was behind me I still managed to get hit by shells and other power ups.

"This is bullshit!" I chuckled as my character did a sad dance as the race ended.

"You just need practice." Mike laughed.

"I blame your controllers." I grinned.

"Yeah, right. This remote cost me $60 from my allowance. If it's shit I'll sew my balls to my forehead." Mike rolled his eyes.

"Better get the thread, then." I jokingly replied.

"Whatever." Mike turned the TV off, and suddenly Dolls girlfriend opened the door.

"Doll said that she needs Mike alone." Lindsey smiled.

"Tell her Mike said he doesn't want to watch her stupid PowerPoint." Mike snickered. Lindsey simply giggled and walked off.

"That's probably why all my previous boyfriends wanted sex all the time. Doll is trying to get them to fuck me." Mike looked over at me and smiled. I laughed and laid back onto his bed.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked, laying on his stomach next to me.

"I don't know, and frankly I don't care." I mumbled.

"There's something I want to do, but I don't think you'd be very comfortable with it, so I won't bring it up. So anything you want." Mike sighed.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Jere, just let it go. I know you're gonna say no anyways."

"Mike.." I pouted.

He sighed and rolled over to look at me.

"You've been really stressed lately, so I wanted to give you a nice warm bath to cheer you up." Mike smiled.

I blushed and chewed at my bottom lip.

"I know, you probably aren't comfortable with being-"

"It's fine."

Mike looked shocked at my words. "Jeremy you don't have to do it just for my sake, if you don't want to then we could do something else."

"Really, I trust you. I think I'll be fine." I held his hand gently. In all honesty, I was terrified. I knew Mike wouldn't judge me, so why was I scared? He knew i had tits, so there was nothing I could be afraid of. But taking this step with him could help with this anxiety I'm feeling.

"If you really want to, then I guess it's okay." Mike smiled. He got up and walked to the bathroom that he had in his room, and I heard the water run. Although I was scared, something was different. All of my previous boyfriends had attempted to get me naked, one way or another. I was scared then too, but I wasn't that scared with Mike. A part of me wanted to get this off of my chest, and not just because I'm trans.

"You can go ahead and get in, if you want to keep on your binder that's fine too." Mike walked out and smiled once again. I bit my lip and waddles into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror. I knew I'd break down if I saw myself. I saw bubbles almost overflowing over the side of the tub and giggled softly. After undressing myself, I stepped in and immediately sighed at the warm water. Lately, I'd been taking cold showers as a punishment for being so overdramatic– so the warm water was a comforting feeling.

Mike knocked on the door softly. "Is it okay to come in?"

"Yeah." I responded. Mike slowly entered the bathroom with a pair of his pajamas and a towel. He blushed but smiled down at me. He sat next to the tub and ran his fingers through my hair.

"You're so handsome, Jeremy." Mike flustered. I felt my face heat up and I looked away. Mike kissed my cheek suddenly, making me squeal. He chuckled softly at my reaction.

"I love every inch of you, okay? Never ever forget it." Mike held my hand.

"How could I with how many times you tell me." I giggled.

"And I'm gonna continue to tell you until you believe me. You're amazing, you're amazing, you're absolutely amazing." Mike held my hand tighter and I couldn't help but smile.

After a long time in the bath, with me splashing around and making bubble figures in the tub, I finally decided to get out.

"I had a pair of your boxers and one of your binders in my drawer from last time you came over, so those are with the pajamas too. I also had one of your shirts, but I think you'd be cuter in one of mine." Mike said as he left the bathroom. I laughed and drained the tub, stepping out and drying myself with a towel. I looked at myself in the mirror, and for once, didn't hate what I saw in the reflection. I actually felt pretty good. I had made a gay guy fall in love with every inch of my female body. For now, I hope it stays that way.

Aw cute.

I made a transgender pun in here and I'm not feeling sorry.