Jace

As is typical for the 19 year old, Jayce is killing time at home. He does this with a few methods. Video games, books, wild masturbation, and playing dress up. But without anywhere to go for the day, it's mostly the latter options that hold his attention. His apartment was always welcome to the few friends he kept, so people showing up out of the blue with barely a knock of warning was never a problem with him, he seemed to like having company to break up the rigors of the day. Maybe it had something to do with his condition. Maybe it had something to do with showing off how well the lacey black panties he wore hugged his womanly ass, or how his thigh highs gripped his supple skin. Maybe he just liked having people around when he had so few reasons to leave the apartment. It was hard to tell with Jayce, but never once had he complained about people showing up.

Carrying a bowl of ice cream with nothing but a loose T-shirt to go with his womanly under clothes, the boy wanders into the living room of the tastefully sparse apartment, and slides himself onto a stool with a sigh, his eyes roaming to the TV playing some random sitcom he seemed to have waning interest in.

Jace was a little giddy today. His package had finally arrived, after having waited for weeks. A full set of clothes from over seas. A cosplay set originally, but with a little mixing and matching, he got the look he wanted. And he was all too happy to show it off, beaming a bright smile as he walked through the mall. He'd even forgone his glasses, opting for his rarely worn contacts, and combed his messy brown hair back to tie it into a short ponytail.

High heels clicked against the floor tiles of the mall's atrium. The boots, dark leather with laces all the way up, ran clear to his mid-thigh, where a substantial amount of skin was visible all the way up until his micro-shorts took over. The shorts hugged his doughy backside. Above, a corset, tied snug to give his already feminine hips and waist more shape, with a tight shirt that's cut to fit mere inches below his pink nipples. For a woman, they'd be relying on tape and the corset to keep them decent, but Jace's flat chest was daring, but safe. He'd even applied some light gothic makeup and pinched his ears with clip on ear rings!

Of course, such a daring outfit has Jace's heart fluttering in his chest, biting his black painted lips on occasion as he struts. He can barely contain his glee, and anyone who looks his way draws a giggle, and a little sway of his hips to show off. He was like a kid in a candy store, except he was the over joyed candy that couldn't wait to be bought.

As it turns out, working forever online... wasn't always the best choice. At least not for Jace. He lost his digital work, but thankfully he'd gotten another job. At an office, of course, the typical 9-5 nightmare, but Jace was determined to make the most of it. Which to his credit, his chipper personality made that pretty good.

But, a man with his condition wasn't bound to last long. He was only into his second week and he'd been caught taking personal time to "relieve himself" twice. His boss had warned him that once more would be the last straw, but it wasn't like Jace could help himself! The office was full of lovely people, and the hours were so long, and the way his professional slacks hugged his girly frame, he just... well, the fact that he'd run into the first bathroom he could find spoke for himself. He wasn't even sure of the gender!

Instead, Jace was more focused on his reflection in the mirror. One hand on the counter top, the other at his waist, his pants open, pulled down to below the curve of his girly, squishy butt. He was stroking his rigid cock quickly, frantically, as he panted, moaned, blushed to his reflection. "M-my fucking god, you are s-such a pretty little slut, yeah, jerk that f-fucking cock, god yes, make me cum...!" The boy was so desperate for relief he was dirty talking himself just to fix the problem.

As it turns out, working forever online... wasn't always the best choice. At least not for Jace. He lost his digital work, but thankfully he'd gotten another job. At an office, of course, the typical 9-5 nightmare, but Jace was determined to make the most of it. Which to his credit, his chipper personality made that pretty good.

Naturally, Jace had decided to make the most of it. The first day, he had decided to come in cross dressed. A button up shirt, prim little half length tie pinned to his chest, a pencil skirt that really just hugged his ass perfectly, stockings, high heels, even a short, rather cute suit jacket. Professional, pretty make up and everything! ...Of course, most people mistook him for a flat chested woman with an ass that out classed most of the women in the office.

After three compliments and even a playful pat on the ass from an over zealous co-worker, Jace knew how he would keep himself sane. He started cross dressing every day, he began to get rather flirty with most of the men and any of the women that didn't outright hate him, and be damned if he wasn't eating up the attention it got him. He was practically glowing as he sauntered down the bull pen, humming to himself as he smiled, winked and waves to co-workers while going about his job.