"Let me see your smooth, naked body," Rhian said, her tone indicating that this was not just a suggestion. Chris obediently shimmied out of his pants and then fell back into her lap, right into her waiting hands. She squeezed his bottom and he began to giggle. "Mistress, you so good to me.. so..." He giggled again, unable to realize how simple minded he'd become. He could only think of how small he felt in Rhian's arms, how tiny his breasts looked, and how much he wanted to grow up to be strong and mature like his girlfriend.
She began to kiss his neck, then his shoulders, then his chest. When she came to his nipples, she slipped one into her mouth and began to tease it with her lips. At one point, she quipped, "You're barely a mouthful, but that won't stop me from tasting you." Chris began to wiggle in her lap, squeezing his thighs together as Rhian played with him. He felt like a little girl. He felt like a dolly. When his girlfriend began to tickle him, he laughed and tried to maintain his composure, eventually succumbing to her probing fingers. She tickled him until he was crunched into a ball, giggling crazily, his nipples almost painfully hard. He was lying on the seat in the changing room, mostly naked, and he could not stop thinking of Rhian as his mistress -- as his protector.
Suddenly very tender and careful, Rhian slowly straightened his body, then pulled his thong off and pushed his head up so she could sit next to him and he could put her head in her lap. "Good girl," she murmured, staring intently at his splayed out body. This made him feel extremely self-conscious, and he tried to cover his chest with his hands, but she pulled them away so that she had an unobstructed view of him.
Long, blonde hair framed his pretty face. His lips with thick and pink, almost ridiculous on his small, shapely body. He had almost no muscle, so his shoulders and chest were pale, smooth, and flat, except for the swells of his breasts with their wide, protruding nipples. His torso flared to two feminine hips, then tapered between his legs, where a small triangular patch of blond pubic hair waited. His genitals were small, undeveloped. They had the consistency of jello. It was impossible for him to have an erection now, but Rhian could still stimulate him by stroking his thighs and the back of his testicles. After several minutes of this, Chris could not say a word, even in his new girly voice. This was the only kind of pleasure most men could experience now.
Then Rhian pulled him back on to her lap and began to kiss him on the lips. This lasted only a moment, then: "All right, sweet little one. Let's get you dressed now." Chris couldn't wait.
