Jamie gives you a smile walks in and settles cross-legged on your bed. You sit on your desk chair and face him. He is studying you, perhaps evaluating is a better word.
"So how are you going to try and convince me this time?" you say feigning a yawn.
"Oh, I don't need to convince you that you should be a femboi. You already think its a good idea." Jamie says mischievously.
"And how do you figure that?" you ask.
"I see the way you look at me when I go out, the way your eyes follow my tits" he shakes his chest from side to side to emphasize his point and prove himself right. "...The way I bring home someone new each week and not just the girls, I've seen those looks of curiosity in your eyes when I've had guys over." he gives you a sly wink. You shift uncomfortably in your seat. "You want to dress like this, you want to act like this, you want to live like this".
"And what proof do you have for this conclusion?" you say weakly. You can't make eye contact with him.
"I didn't until you just spoke. Now I'm convinced that your transformation is long time in coming and we should start straight away". Jamie says this with some concern in his feminine voice.
How did this get so real? One minute you were just ignoring another lecture on the merits of being a femboi and now you are questioning your very identity and life style.
"Lets face" he adds with a giggle "You have never been the most masculine guy there ever was."
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