At this point, Ben still had even more things to look at as it seemed Tiffany was busy changing his body into this perfect femboy she had in her mind. The entire time, Ben prayed that Tiffany didn’t start him on any hormones as he didn’t know how he’d feel about that. Knowing that his questions were slowly building up, he knew what he had to do next. Standing up from his desk, Ben set out to find Tiffany.
The first place Ben decided to check for Tiffany was in her bedroom. Walking up to her bedroom door, he noticed that it was shut. If this wasn’t a big deal, he’d probably knock or circle back later but this was a pressing issue. Without hesitation, Ben opened the door as immediately charged into Tiffany’s room. There, he found her sitting off the side of her bed, staring blankly down at her phone.
“We need to talk,” Ben said as Tiffany’s head shot up.
“We need to talk? I think like you need to like do some like talking,” Tiffany replied. Ben’s face immediately went white as the way Tiffany was speaking was nearly identical to how he would talk any time he was outside of the house. He could recall all the times he had to fight talking like that and could immediately jump to the conclusion that Tiffany wasn’t strong enough to fight the urge to talk like that.
“You bought a butt plug and put it in me!” Ben said, jumping to what he wanted to tell her.
“You like made me like talk and think like a bimbo slut,” Tiffany fired back.
“Yeah but you also made me into a makeshift femboy.” Tiffany laughed.
“You’re like so much cuter now. Like you made me fuck everyone at school.” Ben was slowly realizing that the two basically screwed each other over. Everything that he wanted to complain about, Tiffany had something she could complain about. Instead of getting angry, Ben decided to simply change this conversation into one figuring out what they both did to each other.
“Listen, I did some fucked up stuff and so did you. Let’s just talk about it,” Ben said as he walked over and took a seat next to Tiffany. She rolled her eyes and sighed, realizing that he had a point.
“So like what did you do me? Like I can’t stop talking like this.”
“Well… I sort of made you into that bimbo slut you sound like.” Immediately, Tiffany’s face dropped as she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“Like what did you like do?” She asked, her voice slowly beginning to rise as her anxiety grew.
“I may have gone to parties basically every night and slept with as many men and women as I could.” Tiffany’s jaw hit the floor.
“Every night?” She replied.
“Basically. Then when your grades started to slip, I was fucking your professors to pass.”
“Ben! I had like 3 weeks left.”
“Yeah and some very important exams I didn’t study for. Trust me, your gpa might be the best in the school.” Tiffany needed a second to think about this as she felt like she wanted to rip Ben’s head off. She couldn’t believe that he was actually this massive slut but it did explain why she was thinking a certain way and kept talking like the way she was. What this did raise questions about was what he had been up to after school ended.
“And after like school ended?” She asked as Ben paused, wincing a little as he felt a little ashamed about what he had done.
“I fucked a bunch of older guys at the bars around town.” Hearing this information seemed to explain a ton as the thoughts that Tiffany had circling throughout her head started to make sense. Similar to how Ben found himself daydreaming about having his ass played with, Tiffany couldn’t shake the idea of hooking up with older men. She never had a thing for them before but now they seemed to scratch an itch that wasn’t there before.
“So like why do I like talk like this?” Tiffany asked, having only one question left.
“That I’m not entirely sure about. I think I used to pretend to act dumb and like the stereotypical bimbo because men loved it. I will say, if you try hard enough, you can fight it.” Tiffany paused and began to focus on what she was about to say next. She wanted to fight it, just to make this conversation easier.
“So you fucked everyone around school, including my professors, and then fucked random dudes at the bars. Is that it?” Tiffany was actually surprised herself that she was able to get that sentence out without using the word “like”. It was hard but clearly she could do it if she focused.
“Well I also dressed you like a slut. The older dudes loved the school girl outfit. The college dudes, they loved when I wore a bikini top and short shorts,” Ben said as immediately Tiffany thought about the clothes she had in her closet. She could recall having those outfits but they typically remained in the back of her closet. Thinking about them now, however, Tiffany couldn’t help but feel a small urge to wear those type of clothes more.
“So basically when I get back to school in a week, they’re gonna expect to see Tiffany, the campus slut.” Ben nodded, almost a little ashamed of what he had done. Tiffany couldn’t believe it as it was somewhat upsetting to her. She thought she was off to a good start at her new school but now she would be facing an upward battle the rest of her time there. It sort of made her feel better about what she had done to Ben as she felt incredibly guilty after swapping back.
“So now that you know what I did to you, I think it’s fair you tell me what you did to me. I know about the butt plug and I know you shaved my body but… I saw you looked into HRT.” Ben paused and looked at Tiffany who felt her stomach sink immediately. She could remember looking into HRT for Ben as she didn’t know exactly how to address it.
