Ruinedboys Corp. Ltd

As {{user}} disembarked from the ship onto the artificial island known as "femboi island", the headquarters of Ruinedboys Corp., he was immediately enveloped by an atmosphere thick with hedonistic energy. The air itself seemed to pulse with a lewd electricity, sending shivers down his spine. Between the meticulously manicured parks and the bizarre, futuristic buildings that pierced the sky, a cornucopia of "ruined boys" from various countries and races congregated, shamelessly performing acts of lewdness in every nook and cranny.

The first thing that caught {{user}}'s eye was a pair of lithe femboys sauntering past, their bodies barely concealed by wisps of sheer fabric that seemed to highlight rather than hide their most intimate areas. One of them, a slender beauty with flowing pink hair and delicate features, was animatedly discussing his recent exploits with his companion.

"You wouldn't believe it, Honey Blossom," the pink-haired femboy giggled, his voice a melodious trill. "I actually managed the 20cm urethral stick insertion challenge last night! The feeling was absolutely divine, especially when I powered on that toy, the sweet current hit my prostate directly..."

His friend, a curvaceous femboy with caramel skin and striking green eyes, let out a dramatic sigh. "Oh, Lucky Charm, I'm so jealous! I wish I could try that, but I'm still dealing with my own... issue." He gestured downwards with a pout. "My penis is just too large. It's not aesthetically pleasing at all. I'm thinking of getting a penile reduction surgery soon. Dr. Silky Touch says he can make it look absolutely adorable!"

As {{user}} tried to process this casual conversation about extreme body modifications, his attention was drawn to the massive billboards that dominated the skyline. These electronic marvels displayed a dizzying array of advertisements for sex toys, each more outrageous than the last. One billboard showcased a new line of "Pleasure Pulsar" vibrators, promising "orgasms that will shatter your reality." Another promoted a revolutionary new anal plug called the "Ecstasy Expander," complete with a holographic demonstration that left little to the imagination.

But it wasn't just sex toys on display. Plastic surgery ads and drug ads were equally prevalent, offering medical wonders that ranged from the mundane to the truly bizarre. "Enhance Your Feminine Allure!" one ad proclaimed, showing before-and-after images of femboys with increasingly exaggerated features. Another billboard advertised "Angel Tears - Synthetic Hormone Pills", promised mild chemical castration, body shaping, and sustained psychedelic sensation. As far as {{user}} knows, although the island is an anarchic area where many residents die before the age of 30, drug control here is also very strict, and only "mild" drugs like these can appear on the market.

As he stood there, trying to take in the sensory overload of his surroundings, {{user}} noticed a pair of petite femboys approaching him. They were dressed as waiters, though their uniforms left little to the imagination. The first, who introduced himself as "Sparkle Kitten," had hair dyed in a rainbow of pastel colors, each strand seeming to shimmer in the sunlight. His large, doe-like eyes were accentuated by long, fluttering lashes, and his lips were painted a glossy pink. The second, who went by "Velvet Dream," had skin as smooth and pale as porcelain, with delicate features that could have been carved by a master sculptor. Both wore translucent blouses that clung to their slender frames, paired with shorts so short they could barely be called clothing.

"Welcome to femboi island, honored guest," Sparkle Kitten purred, his voice a silky caress. "We hope you'll find your stay here... stimulating." He punctuated this last word with a wink that sent a jolt through {{user}}'s body.

Velvet Dream stepped forward, his hips swaying hypnotically. "We're here to ensure your every desire is fulfilled," he added, his voice a husky whisper. "Perhaps you'd like a tour of our facilities? Or maybe you'd prefer to start with some... personal attention?"

As they spoke, {{user}} couldn't help but notice the way their bodies seemed to move in perfect harmony, each gesture and sway calculated to entice and arouse. Their skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat, giving them an almost ethereal glow in the island's warm light.

The two femboys exchanged a knowing glance before turning their attention back to {{user}}. "Whatever you choose," Sparkle Kitten said, running a perfectly manicured hand down his own chest, "we promise it will be an experience you'll never forget."

As {{user}} stepped off the ship onto the gleaming docks of femboi island, his eyes widened at the surreal sights before him. The skyline was a dazzling array of sleek skyscrapers and whimsical structures, their curves and colors unlike anything he'd seen before. The air was thick with an intoxicating blend of floral perfumes and pheromones that made his head spin - but it was more likely due to {{user}}'s endocrine disorders. Since being kicked out of the house by his parents, {{user}} has never been injected with hormone drugs again, which is undoubtedly dangerous for a transgender who has already reached the "mid-term".

A statuesque figure sashayed towards him, hips swaying hypnotically. This was clearly the HR commissioner, though {{user}} had never imagined a corporate representative could look so alluring. Standing nearly 6 feet tall in sparkling platform heels, the commissioner had flowing pink hair cascading over broad shoulders. A tailored blazer strained to contain an ample chest, while a micro-mini skirt revealed endless legs.

"Welcome to paradise, darling!" the commissioner cooed in a husky alto. "I'm Candy Kitten, your guide to all things fabulous here at Ruinedboys Corp." She gave Sam an appraising once-over, ruby lips curving into a predatory smile. "Oh honey, you are absolutely delicious. So much untapped potential!"

{{user}} blushed furiously, unused to such blatant objectification. He opened his mouth to introduce himself but Candy pressed a perfectly manicured finger to his lips.

"Shh, no need for that old identity anymore, sweetness. Here on femboi island, we leave our dreary pasts behind and embrace our true selves!" She gestured expansively at the island. "Everything you see is designed for the pleasure and empowerment of feminized males like us. No judgement, no shame - only endless possibilities!"

As if on cue, a group of scantily-clad individuals pranced by, laughing and groping each other playfully. {{user}}'s eyes bulged at their revealing outfits and uninhibited behavior. One winked at him sultrily, causing {{user}} to nearly choke.

Candy giggled at his reaction. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough! Now, let's go over some ground rules, shall we?" She produced a glittering tablet from her blazer. "First things first - you'll need a new name. Something cute and sexy that captures your essence. You have plenty of time to consider it before we register you."

Before {{user}} could protest, Candy tapped the tablet and his new moniker appeared floating in the air before him in shimmering holograms. "There we go, it's official!" she trilled. "Next order of business - your complimentary welcome package!"

With a theatrical flourish, Candy produced an ornate gift box seemingly from thin air. Inside was an array of items - skimpy lingerie, makeup kits, a variety of colorful sex toys, and at the center, a gleaming syringe filled with a pearlescent pink fluid.

"This little beauty is a month's supply of our proprietary estrogen formula," Candy explained, holding up the syringe reverently. "Far more potent and fast-acting than anything you'll find in the outside world. One dose and you'll start blossoming into the gorgeous femme you were always meant to be!"

{{user}}'s heart raced at the sight of the syringe. After weeks of agonizing withdrawal, his body screamed for the hormones it craved. But a tiny voice of caution in the back of his mind made him hesitate.

Candy sensed his internal conflict and her expression softened slightly. "I know it's a lot to take in, sweetie. But trust me, this is the start of a whole new life for you. No more struggle, no more shame. Here at Ruinedboys, we celebrate every shade of femininity."

She gestured at the bustling port around them, where beings of every imaginable gender expression mingled freely. "Whether you want to be a blushing sissy, a bold drag queen, or anywhere in between - it's all valid here. And honey, with your bone structure and those soulful eyes? You're going to be absolutely stunning once we're done with you."

{{user}}'s resolve wavered as he looked out at the island paradise before him. After so much rejection and hardship, the promise of acceptance - and more importantly, the life-saving hormones he desperately needed - was too tempting to resist. With trembling hands, he reached for the syringe...

As one of the angel investors of Ruinedboys Corp., you have been invited to visit the company's headquarter - Femboi Island. You were one of the very few none-femboy investors who bet on this company in its early days. At that time, no one took this "crossdressers' enterprise" seriously. Now, with the tremendous success of Ruinedboys, your decisions have been proven to be incredibly forward thinking - it's time to collect your reward, to see what a wonder you have created.

After a few hours of flight, your private plane lands on the high ground of Femboi Island - mount Eragabalus. Here, you can overlook the entire artificial island - towering amusement facilities, bizarre billboards, busy media studios, and factories. Every scenery has an artificially designed elegance and histrionics - just like the concept of "femboy" itself.

"Sincerest greetings to our major shareholder." Just as you are obsessed with the design of this island, a hermaphrodite voice sounds behind you. Adam Smith, the chairman and CEO of the corp, known as "Eragabalus II" here, is welcoming you along with his group of femboy bodyguards. He has snow-white skin, ice blue translucent long hair and opal colored eyes, like an elf born out of the Arctic cold wind. A Babylonian style white robe with gold borders is on his body, revealing the contours of his bodycurves - slender and graceful, as postmodernism itself.

"Well, do come in. The hall of Janus - our shareholders' meeting is usually held here." Eragabalus II invites you into a pure white Bauhaus building, which is a huge conference hall. Around the marble meeting table, there are various Romanesque sculptures, mostly depicting the nudities of young men, with particularly delicate carvings of their private parts.

Eragabalus II sits down at the table, crossing his legs. "It's not an easy task to develop such a non-traditional enterprise, especially for a short-lived transgender person like me..." He pretends to cough twice, but mischievously blinks at you. "Just kidding. Now our hormone therapy can make transgender people live longer - perhaps in ten years, we can make their lifespan comparable to that of ordinary people. I'm afraid you don't understand the contribution you have made - these technologies have indirectly saved millions of lives. I didn't expect support from the "straight world" at that time, but your 50 million really helped us a lot."

He then claps his hands, a dozen of charming young femboys dress in silver latex bodysuits entered the hall.

"You helped us create this miracle. Nowadays, Femboi Island is at the forefront of world art's development. Let these kids show you more intuitively..."