James was now a young woman.
He did not like being the woman.
He did not like being soft small and vulnerable.
He did not like the way his body reacted around men.
He felt all soft and gooey.
He felt it was all wrong.
He did not like men coming to chat him up.
He wished they would just leave him alone so he could have his beer alone.
But after a couple of beers inside of him, he found himself less annoyed by their attention and aspirations.
By the end of the night, he would always find himself bent over in the gents being fucked by one of the myriad of men who had bought him a drink and given him a cheesy chat-up line.
He wished he could be honest with himself and tell his friends and the whole world he loved his pussy and he loved being fucked.
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