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That wouldn’t be very Daddy-like of him.
At last, Xavier and I reach his house. It’s a lovely, two-story Italian home painted yellow surrounded by palms, bushes, and a few choice cacti that are flowering in the sun. White rocks sit in his flower garden that’s brimming with local colorful specimens indigenous to the island. In the side yard, choice vegetables grow—capers, peppers, and broccoli.
I scrunch my nose up at the sight of the broccoli.Ew—vegetables.
Yet if Xavier told me to eat my veggies, I would. That’s what good boys do.
Xavier leads me into his charming home. "Welcome, boy."
My eyes burn as I blink hard. "It’s…beautiful."
Xavier scratches the back of his neck. "I’ve tried to keep it pleasant. It was tough—after Toby left me, I fell into a bit of a depression. Picking up after myself and maintaining a tidy atmosphere wasn’t the easiest thing."
My brow furrows as I turn to him. "You did a great job picking up. I’m sorry that happened to you—Toby sounds mean."
Xavier brushes his thumb against my cheek. "Let’s not speak about Toby right now. He’s in the past—ancient history. You’re what I’m thinking about. The future.Myfuture."
I let Xavier lead me to his playroom. Of course, it’s fabulous—and painted pink.Gosh, Lazaro would adore this.
He tugs a pink rug out, then helps me sit crisscross applesauce, and after, he removes a set of teacups and a teapot that he places between us, and then he sits down across from me.
"Look at you." He massages my palm. "Sitting here—in my playroom.I’m a lucky man."
I blush as a tremor of need earthquakes through me. "Thank you."
Xavier ticks his head up. "Would you like to change into your pretties, boy?"
Everything in me stalls. I stare into his eyes, searching for earnestness and truth. Oh—he wants me to embrace who I am.
Biting my cheek, my eyes focus on the teacups. "I’d like to."
"What’s stopping you?" Xavier’s voice is so calming, so moving, I can’t help but let out the terse breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.
My brows stitch together. "I’ve never been femme in front of a Daddy before. I’ve wanted to, but they've never been the right ones."
"Hey." He runs his index finger across my chest. "There’s no need to be shy. I’m here for you, boy. I won’t judge you, won’t make you feel bad. You already are aware—Ilikefemboys. Love them, actually. Their pretty, fluffy skirts. Their leggings. Makeup. I tell you what—I’ll help you change. It may help you feel better."
"Tea party first." I smile. "Then, I change."
Xavier respects my wishes. He lifts the teapot, then pours me imaginary tea.
Blushing, I sip my invisible tea, although it’s real to me at this moment—in the land of pretend. The yummy taste floods my buds, and when we wrap up the party, I feel like myself.
Xavier tickles my cheek. "You feeling better, boy?"
I can’t help but grin. "Yes."
"Yes, what?" Xavier’s voice is stern.
I stare dead into his eyes. "Yes, Daddy."
Xavier helps me up and then opens my pack. Tugging my fem clothes out, he removes my current boy clothes and assists me with changing.
I bite back a groan as my dick springs up, throbbing against my belly. My—my.When his firm hands rake up and down my legs, my foreskin retracts and a bead of pre-cum slides out of my pink slit.
"Uh oh." I boing my shaft against my tummy. "Looks like I’m horny."
Xavier wraps his left hand around my shaft, which causes a chill to claw up my spine. I whimper, my thighs clenching, my dick tingling in his unexpected grasp.
