Hero

The hero should always get the girl. 😁

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Ricky approached the door to his best friend’s bedroom with trepidation. Andy was back living with his mom until things “settled down.” He’d been home for three weeks, but Ricky hadn’t gone to see him, even though he’d been instrumental in his rescue. After all, it was Ricky (and, of course, his mom) who hadn’t given up on Andy even after everyone in town said his addiction had finally caught up with him, and he was dead in a gutter somewhere. It was Ricky who learned he’d been abducted by human traffickers. And it was Ricky who’d done the Internet sleuthing, which eventually led to his rescue.

But even with all his investigating, Ricky hadn’t known the horror the traffickers had inflicted on him: Andy, the rumors said, wasn’t a guy anymore. They’d made him into a girl. And not just with fake tits and a wig. He was female in every way.

When he learned what had happened to his best friend, the guilt hit Ricky like a meteor. Even so, he still couldn’t bring himself to see him. What the hell would he say? “Sorry I couldn’t find you before they lopped off your dick?”

Ricky hovered near the door a moment, then knocked.

“Come in,” said a feminine voice.

With a final deep breath, Ricky opened the door—and stopped dead. A beautiful girl was on the other side. And she was naked.

“Hi, Rick,” she said.

Only then did Ricky recognize his friend. The face, amazingly, was still mostly the same. It just looked completely different on top of that goddess’ body.

“Andy!” he cried. “Holy fuck. I’m sorry, I thought you said ‘come in.’”

“I did. I wanted you to see me like this. I... I know you’re the reason I’m home. And I also know you’ve been avoiding me.”

Ricky looked down at the floor, overcome with shame. “I’m sorry, dude. I just...I feel so guilty for not finding you sooner. Maybe if I’d pushed the cops harder or started sooner, you’d still have your… you know.”

“Stop,” Andy said. “You have nothing to feel guilty about. But I’m showing you my body for a different reason, too. You’re the only one who has seen me naked. Even my mom hasn’t yet. And I want to know: Do you like it?”

Ricky looked up, confused. There was a little smile on Andy’s face. “What?”

The smile grew wider. Andy walked toward him, and Ricky’s eyes were drawn toward his pussy. “You did save me, but you’re confused about the order of things. I was taken by those assholes after my transition, not before. They didn’t do this to me. I did.”

“You... Wanted to be a girl?”

“I wanted to be who I’ve always been on the inside.” Andy bit his lip. “But you did rescue me from those bastards. You’re a hero, Rick.” He—she—went to her knees and reached for his zipper. “And you deserve a reward.”