The Femboy: Chapter One-Project Femboy

By Tiffaney Ward (5i55y533ker@gmail.com) 

This is a work of fiction that contains explicit homosexual acts between a pre-teen boy and his lover. If you have a problem with that, or if you are under the age of 18, please leave now. All persons and places in this work of fiction are creations of the author and do not describe or represent any person living or dead. 

ONE: Project Femboy 

April Cotner, a 23-year-old single mother with long, almost white hair that framed her classically oval English face, sat quietly waiting for the doctor to finish shuffling papers in a file.  speechless as she listened to the diagnosis. The doctor spoke in a clinical tone, and she wondered if this was the same tone of voice used when giving a death sentence of some incurable, fatal sickness. “Physically he’s a normal, 8-year-old boy. He has good muscle tone; excellent eyesight and his bone structure is sound. He is a bit small for his age but both you and the father both have a small frame. The micro penis syndrome is unfortunate, but it isn't fatal. Fortunately, it doesn’t affect his overall health and with times the way they are, you could raise him as a girl, and he could have a very full and happy social life as well. Stevie can easily be short for Stephanie, so he won't even need to choose a new name if he accepts the role.”  

April’s pale skin went even whiter, and she looked nonplussed at the doctor.  “Are you going to write a prescription for hormones to transition my son?” she asked incredulously.  

“No, of course not. The boy is already eight years old, and he may not have any feminine identity.  We can try to put him into a submissive, feminine environment and if he accepts it as the norm, then we can discuss a pharmaceutical regime before puberty begins.” He produced a brochure and handed it to her. “This brochure can explain the process of responsibly a transitioning a child his age.”  

She took the brochure and opened it. “But isn’t transitioning permanent? What if he changes his mind when he gets older?” she asked earnestly while handing the brochure back to signify her not accepting the doctor’s suggestion. 

The doctor nodded in agreement as he held out his hand to accept the brochure back from her. “I am so relieved that you feel that way Miss Cotner. It’s exactly why I suggested to simply socialize him as a female child. There are plenty of androgenous clothing options and if you provide activities for the child as though he were a girl, he might acclimate to the lifestyle and clear the way to a happy, healthy life.” He stood and went to the door to show Julie out. “I suggest you consult a child psychologist before moving forward. My receptionist has a referral for you.” 

In the car, April drove in silence while listening to the radio and trying to sort out what the doctor had just said. Joe Walsh was singing, “In the City” and with a look of determination, she said out loud, “I’m not going to even make transgender an option. My son will either be a fabulous sissy fag, or a frustrated little dick manly man like his father.” and she began to weep as Joe Welsh began his guitar solo. She turned up the radio and stepped on the gas and let the road cure her woes before she picked up her son from school. 

In the driveway queue, she made note of what the little girls were wearing and how she might incorporate their style into her sons' wardrobe. His hair is already longish, she thought. Perhaps he won't get a haircut this summer and see how things go. 

She pulled forward and Stevie was at the door before she stopped. A hurried teacher's aide came bouncing up behind him. “Steven, wait! You know you're not allowed to approach the curb until the cars stop!” The teacher's aide opened the door for him while she took his backpack. “Hi Miss Cotner, how are you?” Not waiting for an answer, she opened the back door and tossed the boy’s backpack in and slammed the door shut again. She leaned into the car over Stevie, her breasts almost spilling out of her blouse onto the boy's head. “Next week, we’re having a summer vacation party, so if you can bring apple slices or melon balls on Friday morning, we’ll be getting out at twelve noon instead of three and then you’re off till September Stevie.” She gave a slightly hysterical laugh and said her good-byes before closing the door.  

April pulled out of the school parking lot while Stevie watched the sidewalk in search of his friends, occasionally making an excited expression when he saw one. April smiled with pleasure and said, “You have a lot of friends here. Would you like to attend summer camp for two weeks or go to summer school to learn to swim?” she asked.  

Stevie abandoned his search and looked up at his mother, mouth agape. “I can go swimming in the big pool this summer?”  

The boy's expression tickled his mother, and she answered, “Well, yes Stevie. You are getting big, and you will be nine this coming July. Jack wants to go camping this summer by the lake, and you are old enough to go in the water to go swimming. You said that you wanted to learn. Besides, you’ll want to learn to swim before you go camping next month.” 

Stevie gave his mother a look of surprise. “Camping! We’re going camping?”  

April didn’t answer immediately. She smiled, pleased with herself, and said, “Yepper-yepper! Jack wants to rent a boat and go fishing for a week.” She glanced over at her son and added, “We can’t let him go out into the wilderness all by his lonesome. He’ll be lonely without us.” 

They continued in silence for a while when Stevie noticed that they were on the way to the salon where his mother worked. April worked part time as a colorist and hair stylist and the boy enjoyed sweeping the floor after one of the hair cutters did a haircut. “Am I going to work with you? Where’s aunt Summer?” 

“Aunt Summer is at home, waiting for you. I need to pick up my check before I start my shift, so no sweeping today, kiddo. Just be cute for the girls.” 

In the salon, Stevie was greeted with a chorus of hellos and kisses while his mother asked Dorothy, her manager, to talk privately. They went back to her office while Stevie filled the girls in about the impending camping trip and his attending summer school to learn swimming.  

In Dorothy’s office, April told her about the doctor's diagnosis and how he suggested transitioning until she shot the idea down. Dorothy looked surprised. “He suggested that? To get his little wee-wee cut off?”  

April did her best to contain her emotions and, teary eyed nodded and said, “Yes, but I became cross with him, and he then suggested that if we try to treat him like a little girl, he might have a better chance at a normal, happy life as an adult gay man.” She began to weep. “God, I don’t want to see my baby grow up to be miserable, but how happy can a man be with a one-inch dick? The doctor says there are prosthetic ones, but he will lose all feeling in it, and it won't get hard.” She began a full sobbing, suppressed wailing. “I don’t want my baby to get any operation that would hurt him.” 

Dorothy stepped across the room and gave her a hug. “There, there. Don’t cry sweetie. We all got this. We’ll start treating Stevie like one of the girls and teach him about the three M’s. Makeup, money and men. That boy will be a little femboy like the mall queers in Forever 21 and Sally’s Beauty Supply.” 

April pulled herself together. “A femboy? Do you think he’d like that?” 

“We won't know until we try. Pull yourself together. I’m gonna go say hi to Stevie.” 

In the car, Stevie emptied his pockets to count the hard candies that he fished out of the candy dish that sat by the register. He carefully placed them into the cup holder beside him and April laughed out loud at her son’s treasure. “That’s quite a haul there kiddo. How did you manage to get Carrol to empty her candy dish into your pockets.?” 

He looked up at his mother and mater of factly said, “Oh I didn’t get them all. Just two handfuls. Auntie Carrol let me grab a handful if I promised to brush my teeth, so I don’t grow up to be a toothless old codger. What’s a codger?” 

At Summer’s house, Stevie wasted no time and went straight for his toybox to dig out his Star Tales coloring book and colored pencils. “Auntie Summer, I’m not going to watch television so, you can watch whatever you want today. I need to color this Death Star for school.” 

Summer’s eyebrows raised as she smirked at her sister. “Well look at that, the little man is giving up his tv time for a big project.” She laughed out loud and led April to the kitchen. “Come on, tell me about the doctors before you go.” 

April explained everything to her sister and let her know what she planned to do over the summer with the boy. She ended the explanation with, “The thing is, I don't want him taking any dangerous drugs, or worse, getting something added or cut off.” 

Summer, April’s younger sister, a stunning blonde widow slash ex trophy wife of a multi-millionaire sugar daddy husband. She had an iron clad, merciless prenup, but to her surprise she inherited all the seventy-year-old husband's wealth. She put the money away in an annuity that will pay her well for the rest of her life. If she lives to be one hundred, her heirs should inherit over half a billion dollars. She, on the other hand, was content living in a three-bedroom rambler on ten acres by the woods. 

Summer looked thoughtfully at her sister, smiled and said, “Don't worry about a thing honey, that boy’s as good as queer already. All his friends are girls and the only male influence over him is a God damn interior decorator and all his colleagues are queer as fuck.” 

April stood. “I suppose you’re right sis. Hey, will you please go to the market and get me some Fideo noodles, a pound of ground beef, some tomato sauce and a packet of taco seasoning? I’m going to make hamburger helper for Jack. It’s his favorite and I’m going to spring this plan on him before he starts teaching Stevie to man up.” 

Carrol rolled her eyes. “Ghetto hamburger helper? You tempt him with hamburger helper?”  

“Don’t start. Stevie likes it too. He likes it with tortillas, and he makes it into a taco.” April laughed for the first time in a while, and she felt like she was turning a corner in this new challenge as she got in her car. 

Back in the house, Carrol found Steven engrossed in his coloring book. “What cha doing, kiddo?” She leaned over his shoulder to see which picture he was coloring.  

Stevie looked up at his aunt and said, “This is the Death Star, but it's not completed yet. Thats why it looks like that. It’s not because it’s been in any battles yet.” He continued to carefully color in the little black tie-fighters orbiting the still uncolored globe of the Death Star.  

“Very nice. Come on, you're taking a break because Aunty Summer needs to go to the grocery store for your mama.” She kissed the boy on top of his head and stood above him, waiting for him to get off the floor. 

Stevie grudgingly put away his pencils and got up. “Can I play in the toy isle while you go shopping?” he asked while running to the door.  

“No, but I’ll buy you a bag of m&m’s if you share the green ones with me.” She laughed. 

Across town, Jack Cargil pulled up to the bar that blocked the private road to his new client's home. Jack, an interior designer who specialized in antiques, stood just over six feet tall with Bright blue eyes and short cropped blonde hair. He has handsome, rugged features that make you think of a professional baseball player, but he is an ex-convict who has an eye for the most expensive decor, and he traded in his skills as a successful burglar to being a skilled appraiser and decorator. He got out of his Nissan Truck and punched in the code given to him by his client at the call box by the barrier and it lifted out of the way. 

Jack followed the road, looking for the address given to him and admired the surroundings. The residences were not visible from the road. Instead, the street was lined with Magnolia trees thick with white blossoms. There was a wide medium running down the middle of the road that was paved in red clay for joggers and possibly even horses. He found the address and pulled into the long, curving driveway that eventually revealed a beautiful little cottage style home. He walked up to the front door, pressed the doorbell and waited. 

A moment later, the door opened, and he was greeted by a gorgeous, very effeminate young man. Darren, the nephew of Jacks client, had curly locks of auburn hair that framed his smooth, angular face and rested softly on his shoulders. The boy was rail thin, and he stood there barefoot in swimming trunks and a loose-fitting tee-shirt looking very pleased to meet him. He looked up at him with big, playful brown eyes. “You’re the interior decorator?” He glanced down at Jack’s crotch, smiled approvingly and said, “Hi, I’m Darron, Rick’s nephew. My Uncle Rick is expecting you. We were just about to have lunch. Won’t you join us?”  

Jack was no stranger to this type of young man. In prison, these ultra feminine men buzzed all over the place spreading their cheer to any man who would take advantage of it. These gay men were willing and able to provide sexual release whenever and wherever a man wanted it and they didn't care who watched, yet they were also able to be discreet enough to even service the guards undetected. He felt a tingle in his loins, and he hoped that the erection forming in his pants was undetectable. He followed Darren into the house evaluating the amount of work that had to be done while following the boy back to the kitchen where his client waited.  

In the kitchen, Jack was greeted by the intoxicating aroma of sausage and toast. At the stove was a tall distinguished looking man fussing with his cooking project. He was fit, wearing a blue dress shirt with an open collar, khaki trousers and brown loafers that looked so expensive that Jack was not willing to venture their value. This was a man who had a lot of money and didn't flaunt it. He turned and looked at him with serious, grey eyes before he smiled with brilliant white teeth. “Well, hello there. You must be Jack. Be with you in just a second. How do you like your eggs?” he said before turning back to his project. 

Jack took a stool at the kitchen island and said, "Just a glass of water or coffee if you have it, thanks. I’m not hungry.” He surveyed the kitchen and living room combination while waiting. The lighting and electrical receptacles were all missing as were doorknobs. There was a large opening in one of the walls that Jack suspected once housed a wall safe and the mantle to the fireplace was missing. “I’m surprised they didn't take the copper wires and plumbing. This house has been empty for almost two years.” 

Darren pressed his body against Jacks hip while serving him coffee. “Oh, they did. Uncle Rick has a generator set up in the garage and a security guard stays here for now.” he said as he placed his palm on Jacks thigh and continued. “Uncle Rick and I are staying at the Regent in town. We have separate rooms because I wanted to be by the pool, and he wants to work in peace.” He gave Jack’s thigh a squeeze before sitting back in his own stool before his uncle turned to serve them. 

Jack now had a full erection, and he was relieved when Rick served his nephew breakfast and took a seat with them, causing the boy’s attention to him to go away. He opened his portfolio and began taking notes. “What exactly is the style that you want for your home?” he asked while doing his best to ignore the femboy sitting across from him. “There is traditional, transitional, bohemian, modern, art deco, . . .” he trailed off to see if Rick had any input for him, or if he was going to have to wing it like with so many other clients. 

Rick put down his fork and said, “I’ll make this simple for you. I want the bouse to be sellable in the future if the kid doesn't want to live here after I die. Something timeless that I can get away with not changing and can be maintained by a housekeeper and a gardener. Sound fair enough?”  

Darren spoke up then and held up a thick, three ring binder with a lace cover and several bookmarks. “I have a very specific idea of what my room will look like.” He smiled demurely. 

Rick nodded and added, “Yes, he has his ideas for his room, but the rest of the house must be contemporary. He wants us to live in Barbie’s doll house or a Hello Kitty theme park.” he laughed, shaking his head. “I have some calls to make, why don't you let him show you his room, then you can look over the property to see what it needs. Then we can meet again in a couple of days with your proposal. I have an office set up in the garage, so I’ll leave it to you. Let me know when you go so, I can wrap things up here and we can get back to the hotel.”  He stood and turned his attention to his nephew. “Darren, show Mr. Cargil around and answer any questions. Then get your things together because we are leaving as soon as he gets what he needs.”  

Later that evening, April was making dessert thinking of what to say to Jack while Stevie watched television. She didn’t remove the eye makeup because Stevie looked cute, he was not fussing about it, and she wanted Jack to see him so she could see how much he would accept. She was just placing strawberries onto her cheesecake pie when she heard him walk in. 

Jack opened the door and was dumbstruck when greeted by yet another femboy. Stevie was sitting there, made up like a hooker and his erection returned with a vengeance. “Hey, kiddo. Where is your mom?” 

Stevie looked happily at him and greeted him. “Hi uncle Jackie.” Then shouted, “Mom, Uncle Jackie’s home!” 

April laughed at her son's announcement and called out, “I’m in the kitchen, babe. Be right out.” And she was suddenly in his arms being kissed on the back of her neck. She could feel his erection pressed against her hip, and she was gratified by his desire. She laughed. “Babe, Stevie might walk in any second.” She giggled like a little girl, turned in his arms to face him and kissed him gently before pushing him away. “Go watch TV with Stevie and dinner will be ready in a minute.” 

Jack returned to the living room and sat on the sofa with the boy. He looks adorable, he thought as he adjusted his erection in his pants to sit comfortably. He picked up the remote and began surfing channels. “So, what's on the tube today, kiddo?” He glanced over at the boy to see him enthralled by the bulge in his pants and it gave him a thrill that aroused him even more. He gripped the girth of his erection through his pants and adjusted himself to make it more prominent for the boy to view and turned his attention to the news.