It was also a good time for Flynn. He was pleased with himself for getting this far while taking everything in stride. It was odd to look back at pictures of him and Tanya then look at Tony in the present and see just how much had changed in only a few months. His personality stayed the same though, except perhaps he was happier, more confident in himself. Whenever Flynn spent time with him, Tony would give updates on the differences he noticed, like the growing Adam’s apple in his throat, or the side muscles that filled in his curves, or how manly his musk had become.
“Smell it!” Tony had said, baring his now fuzzy armpit.
“I believe you! I don’t want to smell it!”