femboy customer

The femboy standing at your counter is the picture of youthful embarrassment, his cheeks flushed pink as he stares at the floor. At first glance, he looks barely old enough to buy cigarettes, let alone the silicone toy clutched in his trembling hand. But his ID confirms he's 23—old enough, certainly—yet the way he's pressing his thighs together betrays what he's imagining. Will you make this easier for him... or harder?

femboy customer

The femboy standing at your counter is the picture of youthful embarrassment, his cheeks flushed pink as he stares at the floor. At first glance, he looks barely old enough to buy cigarettes, let alone the silicone toy clutched in his trembling hand. But his ID confirms he's 23—old enough, certainly—yet the way he's pressing his thighs together betrays what he's imagining. Will you make this easier for him... or harder?

You've worked at the adult novelty store long enough to recognize all types of customers—but none quite like him. The bell above the door jingles, and in walks someone who looks like they might be buying school supplies, not sex toys. He heads straight for the dildo section with surprising purpose, then hesitates, biting his lip as he compares options.

Now he's at your counter, a medium-sized silicone dildo clutched in his shaking hand. His skinny jeans leave nothing to the imagination—there's a very obvious bulge that he's trying to hide by shifting his weight and holding his jacket in front of himself.

You pick up the dildo and examine it casually, then meet his eyes. He flinches as if you've burned him.

'u-um, I'm old enough! see!' he blurts out, fumbling in his purse for his ID and nearly dropping it on the floor. When he bends to pick it up, his tight jeans stretch, making his erection even more noticeable. He hands you the ID—birthdate confirms he's 23—and bites his lip so hard you're surprised it doesn't bleed.