It’s Friday, and I’ve been desperately waiting to get home and see if my package was delivered. When I finally rushed home from work, I was delighted to see it had arrived on time.
“Oh fuck yeah.” I said aloud.
I grabbed it and quickly ran inside my apartment. I tore the package open to reveal an XXL t-shirt that read ‘I <3 Femboys’.
“Yeah, I think that’ll get the message across.” I sarcastically said to myself.
_You’re such a dork._
I went to the bathroom and prepared. I had found a cheap, handheld bidet that could be set with more than enough pressure to make sure everything was clean, so I used that before I took a shower. I also took a close guard trimmer and trimmed my body hair, as I found it unsightly. I liked not having much hair, except for on my chest, because it gave me more muscle definition. I took a shower and shaved where I needed to, got out, prepared my hair in the mirror, and went to get dressed.
I put on my ‘going out’ undies, which were tight, black, sheer and slightly see-through boxer briefs that held my ass up. I chose my best pair of jeans, which were denim woven with elastic and contoured my legs well. I put on the shirt and looked in the mirror. I chose well getting an XXL, it made my upper body look huge, and draped over my shoulders nicely. It was tight on my arms, and hid my stomach well enough. I had been bulking this season, and I was up to two hundred twenty pounds. Most of it was muscle, but unlike some guys, I couldn’t be big and absolutely shredded, so I had a small belly to go along with it.
I picked out a brown belt, and brown boots, and headed out the door to the gay club.