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I know this may seem strange, but sometimes I like to dress like a boy. I'm not the most shapely person about, it really just takes wearing a rather restricting chest wrap. Most masculine clothing can also be worn by a girl, so there's nothing to explain when I buy it. The cologne I say is a gift, and the years of vocal practice happened behind closed doors. Okay, sure, it's weird, I know.

It started as a joke, one year on Halloween, I dressed up as Mark Hamill. Not Luke Skywalker or the Joker, as Hamill. I dyed my hair dirty blonde, wore a black on black casual suit, and did my Hamill impression all day. If the theme of the party wasn't "guess the costume" it would have been a total bust, but even after I resorted to randomly inserting how great it was to work with Harrison Ford I got more guesses of Nick Wilde. It was pretty aggravating, but when I got home and looked myself in the mirror, I realized that maybe I should take it as a compliment.

So, I sort of did it again next year, actually going with the Wilde thing. I worked on the impression for months, watching the movie multiple times a week, studying inflections, word choice, and acclimatizing my vocal chords to do a more masculine voice. No one even recognized me. In fact, I wound up with a girl's phone number before I let her in on the secret. She was so embarrassed, and drunk, that she had to tell everyone.

When it came time to hang up the act and move on with my life, I sort of... didn't. I tried out for a play, but that fell apart. After getting the part, I caused a panic entering the changing room for the first dress rehearsal. The director tried to play it off as an honest mistake escorting me into the men's changing room. My face was beet red, as opposed to the normal fiery red, and there was egg on his face when the tailor came in after us. She had her hands over her face trying to explain for me, as we were surrounded by half naked actors trying on various 1920's apparel.

After that little mishap, I almost hung it up for good, but the sudden rush of excitement when someone treated me like a man was invigorating. So I did something I really shouldn't admit to. I got a gym membership, under a fake name. They didn't ask for id, and I paid in cash, so when I went to the locker room, I decided to go into the men's. I left my undershirt on the whole time, and no one noticed. Most of them were too busy avoiding eye contact anyways, I guess they didn't want others to assume they're gay or anything. I don't blame them. Some of the guys were so hot, I doubt anyone could look directly at them without having impure thoughts whether or not they had a Y chromosome. One guy was suspicious, I thought, and kept looking at me, so I tried stopping that practice when he was around.

As time passed, I found myself coming back again and again, as the exercise itself was worth it. I lost a lot of weight, and my already a bit boyish body got to the point of androgyny even when I didn't tie down my breasts. It didn't stop me from doing so, but I had achieved what felt like a life long goal. Another change occurred over those months, I stopped gawking at the other men... oh geez, I just said "other" so naturally I'm not even going to backspace it.

That guy who kept looking at me, continued to do so. He wasn't the muscular power lifter or guy trying to win a crowd of sex crazed floozy followers, he was kind of chubby and making progress. I guess I had been paying a decent bit of attention to him to have noticed that. He was short, well, about my height really, and rather cute. I know what you're thinking, I was surrounded by dire wolves, African lions, and stallions who had molded themselves into icons of masculinity, and I was paying attention to a little, chubby corgi. Maybe I still had a little part of me that liked those multicolored teddies I collected as a little girl, but I liked cute, little things.

At some point I caught him staring at my tail, and when I noticed he turned away blushing. He had changed out of his work shirt, and was busy taking off his slacks. Since he was pointedly not looking at me, I took the opportunity to admire his bubbly butt in the white briefs. I tried to act cool, but a large pittbull grinned at me, having seen my reaction. A shiver ran up my spine, as the pitt stepped into the showers sans towel. After I tore my eyes away from his tight ass, I caught the corgi staring at him as well. He grinned at me, obviously seeing what I had done, and I considered just getting dressed again and going home.

Instead I let my continued progress into a great body push me into the weight room. The corgi had already made it in ahead of me, and had taken a spot on the treadmill as far away from everyone as possible. Normally I placed myself on a treadmill pretty far from him, but a pit in my stomach pushed me to approaching him. Maybe we could bond over our admiration of muscular dog butts.

I fandangled with the controls and had the treadmill up and going before the corgi even noticed. He was absorbed by whatever was pumping out of his headphones, so maybe I wasn't going to make this a social thing. Do people not talk in gyms? I was suddenly aware of how there were more than a dozen people in the room and none of them were. So I plugged in my own headphones and existed beside this guy for the next hour.

Eventually he noticed me, let out a small gasp, and stumbled. The treadmill spat him out onto the floor, his headphones staying with his ears unplugging from the phone he left on the handlebar. I stopped my machine and jumped down to help the guy back to his feet. His face was flushed and as soon as he was back on his feet he scrambled up to retrieve his phone and turn off the audio book playing. I only caught a few words from it, but from the tone of the voice and the bulge in the Corgi's shorts, it must have been pretty compromising.

We laughed it off and after that we became fast friends. His name was Button, and he was some sort of programmer for a big company I had never heard of. He listened to swashbuckling tales and loved adventure movies, which we went to see. I showed off my Mark Hamill impression, and he swooned so hard.

"Can you do his villain voice?" He asked, his tail wagging.

I tried, and apparently it was pretty good, though I forgot the second half of the line and ad libbed. Button burst into girly giggles. In fact several people in line to the new Star Wars film were equally impressed.

I would later find out this actor I had admired for so long felt equally offset by the movie in question, but it was still fairly fun. Especially since I had someone to go with and the theater served alcohol. Turns out Button is a surprisingly light drinker, and should not have had a second. As driver I took it to myself to sober up during what I thought was the film's end, and was ready to drive by the time it actually ended. Button even cried when [spoilers] near the end despite the scene not really making any sense.

So I guided the drunk pup back to my car and tried driving him home. He apparently lived in the busier part of town, so it was a bit of a trick to get through the traffic and get the overly excited pup to calm down enough to give directions. Despite a few headaches I finally made it to his apartment and...

"I had fun," I admitted, "we should go out again sometime."

Button's ears perked up as he looked at me, "Was this a date?"

My heart leaped, and I wasn't sure how to answer. I liked the guy, in fact I could probably imagine dating him, but I had met him under false pretense and couldn't precisely explain without losing a lot of trust. Trust I probably didn't deserve.

Button reacted to my change of face, "Oh, I'm sorry, I though maybe you were uh, gay."

"I'm not," the words blurted out of me, and since I had been incognito so long, they came out in my male approximate voice. My stomach twisted at how firmly I had said it. My mind raced trying to figure out how it'd be interpreted.

His face scrunched up in embarrassment for a second before changing back to his cheerful self, "That's cool. It doesn't bother me either way."

I breathed a sigh of relief that I still had a friend. He made to open the door and a tick in me warned that I shouldn't end this on such a down note. Whatever this was, I valued his company and I didn't want his freshest memory of me to be rejection.

I caught him on the way out "Hey you want to hang out or something?"

His tail wagged, "Yes! I would!"

Apparently Button's house was full of board games and old movies. He collected something called a "eurogame" and had a shelf full of them. He also had a section devoted to those colorful communist colts, or whatever they was called. Okay, yes, I know what the show is called, but you can never make me admit to liking it.

He offered to teach me how to play "Trains" and if he was any less excited, I probably would have had to pass. I was utterly confused by the shear amount of junk all over the table, but eventually I got the handle on the whole card shuffling every couple turns and track laying. I wasn't a fast enough learner to come even remotely close to winning, but after a couple drinks, I didn't really care. It was oddly exciting to see all the cards moving around and watching the board fill up. If only it had a more interesting theme.

"If I wasn't already three drinks in," Button stated, "I would get some friends over for something more involved."

I snorted into my drink, "I didn't know you were into group stuff."

Button paused and did the puppy head tilt before laughing, "If you want me all to yourself you, that's good too."

I laughed, "Maybe if you're a lucky puppy, we'll see where it goes."

Button's ears perked up with his wide eyes, as he excitedly sorted away the various components of the game. As he did, I excused myself to the bathroom. It wasn't until I was in front of the mirror that I realized what I had done. I had been flirting with the guy, and he was into it.

"And who wouldn't be?" I asked my dashing reflection, "You're one hot stud of a man."

I splashed some cold water in my face, and it gave me just enough coordination to remember that I actually did need to use the rest room. After that I felt brave enough to splash myself with more cold water and give myself a heartfelt pep talk.

"I'm going to just tell him," I said, "Nothing really to say. Just say it and let him think whatever. The worst thing that could happen is that I have to join a different gym. He's the understanding type, right? He wouldn't go out of his way to fuck with me, right? I'm just panicking over nothing, right? Fuck, how am I this stupid?"

I dried myself off and faced the world, or Button's slice of it anyways. He was in the kitchen, messing with what seemed to be a pizza. I approached to find that it was exactly what I thought. He was the type to make homemade dough in advance apparently. I had never bothered with making it, but he apparently took the time to let it rise and the sauce also looked homemade.

"Were you planning this?" I asked.

Button yipped in surprise when I spoke, but he recovered quickly, "I... thought everyone liked pizza, so, maybe you would want some, so I set it to thaw this morning I didn't know if you'd come over, but I thought maybe you were..."

"It's cool man," I interrupted before he headed into a loop, "Did you make all this yourself?"

He snorted, "I'm still working up the nerve to try making the mozzarella, but everything else is me."

So as we waited for the pizza to bake, we reduced to drinking lemonade, apparently also Button's craft, in an attempt to sober up. It was getting a little late. He was quite the crafty little guy. And the pizza was better than any I ever had.

We had retired to his couch, with some sort of cartoon on the television, I didn't recognize it, but it was kind of funny. Somehow Button got on the topic of his mother, and kept going on about how all his family was amazing at cooking. A weird emotion stirred in my head, as I tried to take the last bite of crust.

"Saki?" Button said for the third or fourth time.

I shook myself back into the world, that is what I said my name was, "Yeah?"

"Did you want any more?" Button asked, "I can make another."

"That's okay," I said, "it was incredible, but I'm full."

He made his familiar wide eyed cute as a bug blushy face. I recounted what I said, but then realized it wasn't the words. It was the fact that I thoughtlessly put my hand on his thigh while saying them.

Our eyes met for an intense moment. His gaze was so heated I couldn't tear myself away from it. My heart raced, I wasn't sure what to do. He leaned in close without a word, and my breath caught. Tension, disbelief, and a million nervous warnings told me to abort, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

He kissed me.

My lips matched his of their own accord, my hand grasping tight to his thigh, his own on my cheek in a loving embrace. My body rushed with tingling energy as the kiss became more doggy with tongue sliding against tongue in a tussle of passion. At some point he toppled me over and started to explore my body with his gentle fingers focusing on my toned core and legs. He grabbed my butt and pressed his body into mine, I could feel his bone between us.

His fingers found the edge of my chest wrap. He broke the kiss, a curious look on his face. I couldn't look him in the eyes as his hand reached down to pat where he expected to find my manhood.

"Saki?" He asked, a mountain of disbelief in his voice.

"Asumi," I admitted.

Button's face twisted in horror, "I don't understand."

I couldn't face him, "Neither do I."

We laid there for what felt like an eternity. He never got off me, his arms at my sides trapping me in. I never attempted to run away physically, but mentally I had already checked out, slammed the door behind me, and drove off a nearby cliff.

"You're a..." Button stumbled with the word, "Transman?"

I know I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. I tried again, and again nothing happened. I looked him in the eyes to see he was serious, and his concern melted me.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked, then cursing myself, I knew exactly what it meant, I adjusted back into my natural feminine voice, "I mean, I don't know how to answer that."

Button smiled down at me, but he seemed rather nervous, "I mean, are you a man with a vagina or do you just like to dress like one?"

I stared at him for a long while, "Man with a vagina? Isn't that grounds for adding the 'wo-' prefix?"

That broke Button's brain. He stared blankly at me for a long while, trying to process what to do. Behind his eyes I could almost seem him cycle through a number of possible outcomes to this situation. With no conclusion in sight, I struggled to get comfortable under his weight, but that just made me more aware of his boner.

"You're a girl?" Button stated.

I sighed, "Maybe a little."

"And I'm gay," He added to the list.

I winced, "Are you sure about that?"

"Except I have an erection," He didn't seem to hear me.

I responded anyway, "I've noticed."

"And this really hot guy turns out to be a really hot girl," Button articulated with a detached voice.

I pondered if that was a compliment, "Thanks?"

"Which leads me to a question," He stated.

I gave up, "What's that?"

Button stared at me, and made a physical effort to ask, "Would you mind if I sniff your backside to see if I'm still turned on after?"

I blinked at him. Was he asking to go down on me? I wouldn't mind that, considering the girth digging in my belly, I was at least a little aroused, and he was probably dad material. Geez, is that what I wanted out of a guy? I guess that really did mean more to me than rippling muscles, no matter how fun they were to look at.

"Go nuts," I said.

**

You never realize how erotic an idea is until the guy is inches from your pussy breathing hot air onto you. His examination was impossibly intimate, despite the layers of clothes still between us. His examination seemed pretty prompt, but after he had his fill his tail went to wagging and he came back for more.

"Find something you like?" I taunted, though my face was as heated as my loins.

With an loud drawn out sniff, his little wet puppy nose pressed against my groin, "Did you spray Old Spice down your pants?"

"No!" I found myself using my male voice in classical masculine embarrassment, "I bought the expensive stuff."

I found myself squirming under the press of his sniffer. He pressed harder before drawing up to suggest, "Consider going au naturel, your personal scent is divine."

I felt my face heat up even more, my instinctive response to his words was to scratch him behind the ears. I didn't even realize I was doing it until I gave up trying to come up with an adequate response to his words. He had stopped sniffing me to rub into my palm like a little pup. Gods, he was adorable.

"So, uh..." I tried to find the words, "Is the lack of any and penises a deal breaker."

Button's tongue lagged out as I fondled his ear. Between breathy pants he admitted, "I was hoping you'd bend me over the coffee table and fuck me."

"I'll be sure to bring my strap on next time," I promised.

His eyes lit up, and he crawled back up my body to give me a hug around the waist, "So you're okay with me being a little gay?"

"As long as you're fine with me being a little g-" I stopped myself but the statement still made Button worry.

The corgi stared at me with big eyes, "Are you hiding anything else? You're not like still in high school or something, are you?"

I laughed, maybe a little nervously, "I'm self employed."

Button grinned, "That's not too awful, I don't care if you live with your parents or whatever."

I sighed, that lifted a surprising amount of weight off my shoulders, "Any other questions?"

Button made a big show of pressing a finger to his nose in concentration, "One more."

He waited until I asked, "Sure, what's that?"

The little corgi gave me his most daring grin, "When I'm knotting you, what name should I shout?"

I pulled him up into a sloppy, puppy kiss. His fluffy body pressed down onto mine with a gentle weight, as he took the kiss from my mouth and trailed it down my neck. He nibbled at my throat, eliciting a shiver to run up my spine and escape me as moan.

"Are you using your boy voice just for me?" Button whispered between nibbles.

I felt my fingers gravitate to his fluffy ear, "I didn't realize..." a gasp escaped me as his fingers slipped under my polo shirt, "realize I was doing it."

His paw snuck in to slide up my arching spine, "It really turns me on."

His lips found mine again, and all my inhibitions melted. I pulled him into me, our bodies rubbing against one another, his girth heavy on my mind. I needed him out of his silly "Han shot first" tee so badly it must have magically adjusted reality as I had no memory of undressing him. Before I knew it, he was in naught but his little white briefs, his body still pressing into mine, the fluff of his belly soft and warm against me.

I found my polo had been raised at some point, so I asked if I could remove my chest binding. His response was to do so with his teeth, which on paper sounds aggressively masculine, but in practice was oddly adorable. He then licked up my nipples, nibbling on them before looking up at me blushing.

"Do you like them played with?" He asked.

"Don't stop," I gasped.

"That's nice," he admitted, "I've always liked it but most-"

I grabbed him by the skull and pressed him back into my chest. My toes curled to his suckling, my body writhing. How was he so good at this?

His paw slid between my thighs, and I became acutely aware of the little wet spot on his briefs. He was as ready as I was, judging by the way he throbbed in my fingers. I slipped my own paw into his briefs by means of encouragement. Feeling his hot bone in my grasp was reward enough, but he took the hint and unfastened my pants. His fingers snaked under my boxers and... he froze.

Button rested his chin on my little titty and gave me his sad pup eyes, admitting, "I don't know what to do with this."

I regretfully removed my hand from his still throbbing cock, and found his own. I guided his fingers over my clit and tried to encourage him to toy around. His fingers were trembling, and his boner was shrinking, so I leaned in to fake my most guttural moan right into his ear. A second later he had forced a real one out of me.

"So it's like a booty that lubes itself?" Button sounded like he was trying to convince himself, but then a thought crossed his mind, "Does this feel good?"

His probing went straight for the right spot. Gods, I don't know how he homed in it, but my legs locked around his knuckles. He made me squirm for a heavenly eternity, before sliding out of me and sniffing his finger. I blushed as he licked my juices off his paw.

"Don't do that," I protested, but my heart wasn't in it. He could have done anything at that moment and I'd be into it. I needed him.

"Maybe I'm not so gay after all," Button pondered.

"Then fuck my pussy," I cried, which probably sounded odd in my boy voice.

He lifted my legs straight up, to slide my jeans off, the boxers coming with them. His own briefs were off soon after. As i struggled out of the rest of my clothes, he scrambled for a condom. I got my glimpse of his cute golden fur, and white belly. His poofy tail was wagging so fast he fumbled with the packaging of the rubber. The cold air on my wetness ached in the time he took, so much I almost ripped the item from his hands.

Instead I found myself saying, "I'm on the pills."

It took a moment for Button to figure out what I was saying, "So it's alright if I-"

"Please, just fuck me already," the words spilled out automatically.

Button crawled back onto the couch and hovered above me. His movements were clumsy enough to remind me we had been drinking, but the vulnerability in his eyes showed me something a little more endearing.

"This isn't just your first time with a woman, is it?" I asked.

His face heated up with embarrassment, "It's my first time with anyone."

I pushed him up gently, and guided him to sit down, "You should have said something."

Button slouched a bit in his seat, "I didn't want you think I was a nerd..."

Noticing his boner was gone, my loins screamed in denial. My body told me to grab the guy by the dick and suck until he was ready to go, but he wasn't even able to look at me. I sat down next to him, my arm finding his opposite shoulder, a voice in the back my head played the Vader scream from Revenge.

I struggled for words of comfort, thinking about how I had spent the better part of a year practicing my Nick Wilde impression, but decided to come in from the other angle, "I decided to have sex with you after you excitedly overexplained a board game about trains."

He blinked.

"Button," I continued, "Our first date was to see a movie, so we could both gush over an wrinkly old dude who we only find attractive because he happened to star in a seventies sci fi movie."

Button looked at me sternly, "Space Fantasy. There's a difference. And he also has a sexy voice."

I laughed, and the pit in my stomach reminded me I never got off. His bone had retracted all the way back into its sheath at this point, so I resolved myself to just let myself be a little frustrated.

"You wanna try again tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yes!" Button's tail thumped against the armrest a couple times before he remembered, "Wait, no, I'm busy tomorrow. Game night."

"That sounds fun," I felt myself relax with the response, "Think I could show up?"

Button's nose scrunched, "Infinite Worlds' a hell of a first RPG, but if you're up for it, sure."

We sat there, pondering what to say next as the cartoon he had turned on made it to a brightly colored action scene. One of the characters was singing some sort of emotion filled song. I had to question what I was getting myself into.

"So..." Button eventually asked, "The pills you're on. Are they transitioning hormones or no baby pills?"

I glared at him, but then realized he was sincere. A pit welled up in my stomach as I realized I had lied to him. I went to admit to the mistake, but found myself deflecting instead.

"I'm a girl, bro," I said in my best dude bro, "you straight."