1. Becoming Macy Ch. 01


    Date: 7/9/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: MaskedBottomBoy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    look as good as I could. Steve loves the belly ring, he had his nipples pierced and thought me having my belly pierced ‘completed the picture’. . . wtf’ever that meant. I studied the grey tank top. It was seriously thin and light but not delicate, it would survive the workout but probably not a spin cycle. I found the front and put it on. I looked into the mirror next to the locker. . . I looked great, lean, thin, tan . . . . . I glanced around at the now bustling locker room and noticed that more than a few guys in the gym agreed with me by the looks of them. They were staring and didn’t care that I knew it. I smiled blushing slightly while putting my long dark hair into a ponytail. I use to be about building mass on my small skinny frame and I had done quite well, 5’9, 195lbs with 7% body fat at my most ripped. Just before meeting Steve my goals changed. I was into the dancer figure now or sporty chick look. I wanted to be packing a great ass and as lean and thin as I could get while staying healthy. I’m not into starving myself by any means. Steve helped me in that department. ‘Just pick a figure you want to look like and I’ll make you a plan on how to get there’ he had told me more than a year ago, before we were dating. At the time all that came into my head were female physiques. I had images of Jessica Biel and Beyonce, I wanted to look good in a bikini. I told Steve. He smiled and with out hesitation he wrote me up a plan on food and exercises. He knew where I was ...
    in my transition; I had just gotten my mind right about being who I was already, on the inside. He had been one of the first I came clean with that I felt that I was more of a woman on the inside than a man. No more weights, carbs and red meat. Now it was yoga, pilates, swimming and vegetarian with a little fish. I now stood 5’9, 125lbs, I was well beyond “beginning to transition”. I was already being confused for a woman. I liked it, it was a compliment to me, I was on track. I grabbed the yoga mat and headed out into the gym. I looked for the regulars who I had become friends with over the last year. I saw a two guys I knew, Ben and Jose. They looked like they were in the middle of a serious back workout, everything these guys did was serious when it came to lifting iron. Ben’s massive 6’5, 280lbs body was on the bar pulling everything the machine had to offer down towards his chest. Jose’s stocky 5’9 ball of muscle of a body stood behind Ben yelling at him with intense encouragement. They were bouncers at a club Steve and I went to every weekend. Ben was the only man in the gym that had a better body than Steve in my opinion. Ben was bigger in every way that I could tell but he didn’t have the bulging veins and didn’t shave every part of his body. Ben also didn’t move like the other body builders. I don’t know how to describe it, he just moved like he weighted 180lbs, light on his feet, didn’t run out of breath walking around. He was a different a****l. I knew he didn’t ...
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