Soft Femboy in Making

Priya keeps you talking that morning. She makes you admit the fantasies out loud while her fingers play with your small breasts.
You tell her you imagine other men’s hands on them. You tell her that when she describes men staring or touching her, your mind goes to the same things happening to you. You tell her it humiliates you and still turns you on.
“That’s a very soft answer,” she murmurs, guiding your own hand to your chest so you’re both touching the sensitive flesh. “Very pretty, actually. My husband lying here in a crop top, holding his own little breast, admitting he’d stay quiet while another man played with it.”
She leans down and kisses the space between your small breasts.
“Keep being honest like this. Every time you say the soft, embarrassing things out loud, the idea settles deeper. Soft silky skin. Pretty little breasts that men want to play with. A waist they want to hold. And you… staying quiet and letting it happen because part of you already wants it.”
She tells you she is going out again Saturday in the deep green dress that leaves her back open and sits very low in front. She wants you home in the white spaghetti crop top and tiny grey shorts, no bra, hair down, so you’re already soft and a little exposed when she walks back in with new stories.
You look at her, face still hot, hand still resting on your own small breast.
“…You’re doing this on purpose,” you say quietly. “Making me sit here in girly clothes, talking about how other men’s hands might feel on me… while you go out to him.”
Priya laughs softly, the sound warm and unashamed.
“Of course I am.” She leans in and kisses you, slow and sweet. “And you keep answering. You keep admitting the humiliating parts. That tells me the urge is settling exactly where I want it.”
She pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips.
“Soft skin. Pretty little boobs. A waist made for someone’s hands. And a boy who gets embarrassed by how much he already wants to know what their touch feels like.”
Her smile is gentle and deeply pleased.
“We’re going to keep talking like this. Every time you say the soft things out loud, they grow roots. And I really like watching them take hold.”