Happy Halloween, everyone! This caption is a promise, I'm working on follow-ups to wrap up Secret Boyfriend, Tricks No Treats, and Fake ID. I have the GIFs chosen and the story outlined, just have to format and type it out. I wanted to have a megapost for each, one for the last 3 days of October. But my living situation provides less privacy than I feel necessary to make these now and I was volunteered to help plan and set up a Halloween party. So Halloween will have to be extended a bit, but those 3 series will be my next captions. Then I'll be doing Hell Week before singles start back up. Thanks for understanding, if you understand. Sorry if not.
Over the Summer, I went home, switching back to boy mode even more than I tried to in public during school. I tried to pretend that all of that was behind me, but even just thinking the phrase "behind me," remembering just how many positions Jordan and I hadn't gotten to try since I finally gained the ability to accept all of him. Then the thought would put me right back in Kara's girly red boots, making me slip up and fall right back into the personality that felt so natural as opposed to what I was trying to be now. I lie in bed at night, trying so hard to release the urges, but I can't even get hard anymore. That's not how I'm supposed to cum, I'm too worried about being caught to take out some of the toys that serve as a better substitute to James than my fingers, even if they aren't close to as good as the real thing. How would I explain that to my Aunt? She already commented on how luxurious my hair looked as I denied coloring it, claiming I just spent more time in the sun this year.
A bit later in the Summer, Grace had arranged for me to come visit her, I needed a good ladies night to get out of my head a bit. In the bathroom of the place she shared with her new boyfriend, I applied my make-up as she played with my hair. I chose some tight slacks and a simple striped shirt. It felt like my posture was off without something to tight to show off my ass or the fake boobs filling my top. The chunk heeled boots made my butt look even better. Before the two of us headed out to the bar, I caught her boyfriend checking me out. I pulled Grace aside.
"Hey, does he um know that..." I wondered.
"Know what?" Grace asked, genuine confusion marked her face.
"That I'm a... I'm a boy? I don't want him to freak out."
"You're not a boy, Kara. What are you talking about?" You could have mistaken me for a fire hydrant given how hard I blushed at that as she led me out of the door, her boyfriend was going to drop us off and pick us up from the bar. It was a fun evening, dancing, getting free drinks. I had been grinding against Grace, it didn't even occur me to let her grind on me, I'd come along why since last Halloween. Even with other girls I was the submissive one. When her hands gripped my hips, I realized they weren't her hands. She had swapped places with some guy who was all too eager to see my face, he pulled me close as we still danced against each other, Grace on the other end of the dance floor nodding in approval. He was handsome, I guess. Tall. Not as tall as Jordan. Built. Not as built as Jordan. But I guess in my time as a boy, I did take issue with women only wanting someone perfect and nobody can be as perfect as Jordan. So it's only fair if I give him a chance.
At the bar we talked, he was funny. But I had trouble keeping up with whatever he was talking about, I had so much on my mind. Grace was signaling to me that it was time to go, he told me that he could take me home in the morning if I wanted to stay with him. It seemed like a good idea, he was nice, he seemed open-minded. I needed to get laid. But I just.. .Couldn't.
"Sorry. I have a boyfriend." He nodded. Understanding. As I went to Grace and we left.
