Rhian watched carefully as he considered his options. As far as Chris could tell, this change had occured all over the world. Which meant that everyone believed that it was right for him to obey Rhian and behave like a girl. And didn't it feel right to him as well? He tried to think, but couldn't come up with any objections to doing just what Rhian said. After all, she was his girlfriend. She was older, more experienced, and she cared for him very much. There wasn't anything wrong with letting her have her way with him... nothing at all.
Softly, he giggled, then let Rhian pull him into her lap. His next words surprised him: "I'm, like, so sorry mistress. Ohmigod, I don't know what came over me. Would you please like, cuddle me and make everything right?"
"Of course I will, Chrissy," she said, kissing the top of his head. "And your diction and vocabulary are improving immensely. You deserve this shopping trip."
"Mm, thank you, mistress," he said, resting his cheek against her chest. Rhian lovingly touched his hair, and then pulled down the straps of his tank top all the way. The top fell from his shoulders and his soft little breasts were not enough to keep it up. It slipped from his body, so that he was seated in Rhian's lap with his face upturned to hers with his fleshy, slightly swollen chest exposed. He shivered as his girlfriend began to cup and squeeze one of his breasts, her thumb pulling and circling his nipple.
It was strange, but he did not feel anything in his groin, not even when she unbuttoned his jeans and began massaging the front of his panties. "First I'm going to get you undressed," she was saying, "and then, after a little fun, we'll put you in something more... appropriate."
