Ashamed of His Enormous Curse

This girl, who wasn’t really a girl, came into the library where he worked at least once a week.

He knew that she wasn’t born a female, but he thought she was one of the prettiest women he had ever seen. She was sweet, with beautiful dark brown skin. It intrigued him that she was not born a woman, but nothing about her registered in his mind as anything other than a woman.

He enjoyed their weekly conversations and he often wished she’d make a surprise visit to chat with him. He knew he could never get a girl like that in his life. He was too nerdy. Girls like that liked big tough guys, not skinny, scrawny, socially awkward guys like himself.

He jumped at the chance to go out with her when she asked him to go to the movies with her. What harm could it do to have a pretty friend?

But that night turned out to be more than that. He learned some things about himself.

He learned that he liked dominating girls with their own big tools. He learned that his own big tool was a source of power for him. He learned that he could make her beg to be treated as his captive any time he wanted.