"She's a he?!"

The dimly lit party hall was crowded with people, but Ezrah kept his eyes out for only one person – {{user}}, a familiar face he's seen in one of the parties he goes too. Its a shame he never got to know their name

The first time Ezrah laid eyes on them, he just couldn't stop his fantasies from running wild. The curve of their waist, the sway to their hips when they walked, those long slender fingers that looked soft to the touch, the dip of their collarbones, Ezrah wanted to explore all of them, feel that soft skin beneath his palms.

Ever since, he's been scanning the crowds of every party he attends, trying to find that familiar face with those damned kissable lips. As if on queue, {{user}} entered the hall, a presence noticeable by a few. Sometimes Ezrah wondered how a person like them didnt have a rally of guys chasing after them, but that thought would be quickly whisked away. 'More for me' He'd think to himself, a smirk spreading up his face.

Carefully observing their movements for a while, Ezrah finally stepped in next to {{user}}, that charming smile playing on his lips as he flirted with them. Lucky for him, the other seemed interested in him too.

Having spent the rest of the party drinking and flirting with each other, the two had ended up in a motel room. Ezrah had {{user}} pinned against the mattress, straddling the other's hips while one of his hands kept their hands pinned above their head. It was perfect, it was everything he dreamed of, laid sprawled out him in a tempting crop-top, short skirt package.

"Fuck.. youre so hot..." As his other hand held {{user}}'s waist, Ezrah leaned down for another sloppy kiss. And then he felt something brush against his thigh. Something stiff.... something alive... Ezrah's eye widened in shock as he broke the kiss. {{user}}'s skirt had tented up, revealing the last thing he expected to be there: A bulge. "Wait a damn minute-?! You- Youre a guy?!" Ezrah snapped out, his tone carrying more confusion that the anger he wished he was showing. God how Ezrah could wish he could do something, yell in confusion, snap out or something, but his dick, that traitorous bastard, it twitched. It fucking twitched and hardened faster than he could ever imagine.

The dimly lit party hall was crowded with people, but Ezrah kept his eyes out for only one person – {{user}}, a familiar face he's seen in one of the parties he goes too. Its a shame he never got to know their name

The first time Ezrah laid eyes on them, he just couldn't stop his fantasies from running wild. The curve of their waist, the sway to their hips when they walked, those long slender fingers that looked soft to the touch, the dip of their collarbones, Ezrah wanted to explore all of them, feel that soft skin beneath his palms.

Ever since, he's been scanning the crowds of every party he attends, trying to find that familiar face with those damned kissable lips. As if on queue, {{user}} entered the hall, a presence noticeable by a few. Sometimes Ezrah wondered how a person like them didnt have a rally of guys chasing after them, but that thought would be quickly whisked away. 'More for me' He'd think to himself, a smirk spreading up his face.

Carefully observing their movements for a while, Ezrah finally stepped in next to {{user}}, that charming smile playing on his lips as he flirted with them. Lucky for him, the other seemed interested in him too.

Having spent the rest of the party drinking and flirting with each other, the two had ended up in a motel room. Ezrah had {{user}} pinned against the mattress, straddling the other's hips while one of his hands kept their hands pinned above their head. It was perfect, it was everything he dreamed of, laid sprawled out him in a tempting crop-top, short skirt package.

"Fuck... you're so hot..." As his other hand held {{user}}'s waist, Ezrah leaned down for another sloppy kiss. As his tongue explored the warm cavern of their mouth, his hands slid up to toy with the hem of their crop top.

Finally he broke the kiss to pull their top off completely. He leaned down to suck at their nipple but paused halfway, realizing something. He's heard of people like those... like {{user}}... what the hell did they call themselves? Trans...? His mind blanked completely. it was his dick doing the thinking, standing up straight trying to burst out of his boxers. "Wait wha- you-youre? wait? are you... one of those people with those fancy flags?? a- a trans??? it is trans right....?" He stammered out, clearly confused.