Chapter 59

And it was perfect. Lying there in pristine plastic wrap, which he tore through even more efficiently than the box, and a neutral colour that would let him wear white pants without it being seen. It wasn’t quite the same as his skin tone, but it was close.

It was a packer.

In fact, both objects were packers, but the first one, the one he’d been wanting for a while, that was the standard soft packer. It looked just like a cock and balls, frankly, and was heavy in the palm of his hand. With it, all the forums and Ellen promised, his trousers and briefs would fit right and not give him away by being too empty when he sat down or stretched. With it, he’d look more like a boy. He’d kind of have a dick, even though it wouldn’t actually be attached to him and he couldn’t feel it or wank with it. But it was a dick, all the same. He’d even be able, maybe, to use the same changing rooms as men once he’d had his top surgery and could get rid of the binder.