Wheels

Chapter 1: Daddy's Boy

There I stood, staring myself down in the body length mirror. The mirror was barely tall enough to show my entire being. My eyes scanned it. I had somewhat liked what I saw. Where there were once ample breasts, were now strong pecs. My jawline was sharp and abdomen was defined. I was tall, lean, there were no curves in sight. A small treasure trove lead down to where my boxers restrained a well sized bulge. This is what I've been waiting for. This is what I was always meant to look like. I was the epitome of masculinity. All this time suffering in that stupid feminine body, and look at me now. I am exactly who I was always meant to be. I was not a petite little girl anymore. I wasn't the princess my mother had planned to raise. I wouldn't be a cheerleader or homecoming queen like she'd wanted. I wouldn't wear lipstick or dresses. No more awkward trips to the mall to get lacy undergarments. I'd never have to kill my feet walking in heels for another school dance. Dad would never have to worry about what boy was hitting on me, other dads would be worried about me, though. I am a man. A rock hard, gorgeous man. Can a man be gorgeous? Should I be handsome instead? I don't care. The important detail is that I am a man.

"Cy, you're gonna be late!"

Too good to be true. Always too damn good to be true.

I managed to sit up in my bed despite my sleepy state. It took a minute to adjust to reality. When my eyes opened, I looked down only to be greeted by two of a woman's most prized possesions. In my dream, they were pecs. Not boobs. I hated these boobs. If I looked even lower, I could see more disappointment. No bulge, just a flat surface. Disappointing 

"Daddy said you have fifteen minutes and then we're taking you to school.", Chloe stood at the foot of my bed. Her brown hair was pulled up in a tight bun. Mom must've done it before she left for work. How rare. Mom hated doing Chloe's hair because it was so curly, she'd call her 'raggedy ann'. When my hair was long, she'd always begged to do mine because it was so straight. Easy to play with. But Chloe likes having her hair done, and I do not.

"Alright, squirt. What time does your school start?", I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and stretched out my arms, purposely swatting her forehead in the process. She puffed out her little cheeks and gave me a look that was too cute to be a mad one.

"In an hour.", Using my outstretched hand, I tickled her cheek and watched her pout turn into a delicate smile that I'm all too fond of. "I made you breakfast!", She was a sweet little thing. Annoying most of the time, but still my sweet little Chloe.

"Oh really? What gourmet food will I be served today?", Standing up, I kicked off my pajama shorts and left my bottom half to only be covered by my pink boxers. I think I had some baggy jeans on the floor around here, somewhere. Or at the very least some sweatpants. There was a neat pile of tights and skirts mom had bought me for school over on my dresser, but there's no way in hell I'd wear any of them. The skirts were way too short, that was my excuse for not wearing them. Chloe could have them when she's big enough to fit them.

"Cereal.", I could hear the disappointment in her voice. Maybe I played too proud? Don't wanna shoot her ego. Spotting the jeans crumpled in a corner, I walked over and proceeded to put them on. They were almost too big for me, but they were comfortable and hid my girly parts. Plus, all the guys were wearing bigger pants these days.

"That's my favorite breakfast. How did you know?", After my jeans were on, I faced her and let a grin creep onto my face. Chloe giggled and ran over, her small body hugging mine. "You're getting to be so grown. My little third grader's a big girl, ain't she?", Patting her head, I felt her arms tighten around me. She was puny. But she was also the baby of the family. Everyone treated her like one, anyways.

"Yup! I'm pretty big and smart. I can't wait for today!", She barely finished her sentence before she let go of me and ran out of my room, likely to go finish getting ready. She was still in her nightgown so she was probably going to put on some special first-day outfit like she did every year when school came around. Chloe always was the one to be excited about the first day of school. It was something the whole family looked forward to, seeing her all dressed up and posting 'Chloe's first day' on facebook for all family and friends to see.