Kaylen had woken up at a nice, early three PM, and already, he was completely glued to his computer monitor. What was playing out before his eyes, across a dozen imageboards and deep-web forums, was so compelling he’d almost forgotten his usual morning ritual: forcing back a hearty, manly breakfast of bacon and eggs, before slipping into some comfortable thigh-high socks and checking for newly-translated femdom hentai on a few of his favorite sites.

Almost.

Now, though, all that was forgotten. Something was happening. Something big.

As soon as Kaylen had checked his favorite imageboard website - 16kun.com, famous for its vitriolic userbase and astounding tolerance for sketchy pornography - he’d noticed it. All of the usual posters were offline. That didn’t make any sense. Kaylen was there posting and lurking, day in and day out, and that never happened. Occasionally, someone might vanish for a day or two, yes, but never the entire group of like-minded dark web intellectuals. It was impossible. Where would they possibly have gone? It wasn’t as if any of them had jobs - not in today’s America, under a corrupt, fraudulent president.

Naturally, Kaylen’s next step was to check out some of his other usual online haunts, but each one was in the same state. They were virtually ghost towns. Kaylen was gripped with horror. This was it. The great purge. The deep state was finally flexing its muscles, and rounding up the few who were brave enough to speak the truth. Obviously, Kaylen had decided he needed to sound the alarm, and he was doing that in the only way he knew how:

Crafting a brand new Pepe meme edit.

Kaylen had just finished deep-frying a choice, particularly-muscular depiction of the frogman, and was busy adding appropriate text:

They told you the chip was just a vaccine.
They told you the election was rigged.
They told you soy milk doesn’t contain estrogen.
They told you masks weren’t feminization devices.
Now they’re gonna tell you to eat bugs and live in pods.
They’re coming for us, fellow soldiers!
Will you take it lying down? Or fight like a MAN???

He was just working on the finishing touches, when Kaylen heard a very alarming noise: approaching footsteps, coming from within his cramped, studio apartment.

It was them. It had to be.

“What the f-” Kaylen yelped, as he bolted out of his gamer chair and wheeled around. His words died on his lips as he set eyes on the strange presence standing before him.

At first, it seemed to be a person, but the facade of personhood couldn’t survive more than a moment of scrutiny. Whatever it was, it was far too perfect to be human. Its pale skin was utterly, perfectly pale, absent any of the marks, wrinkles, and blemishes that even the most photogenic of supermodels would have had. It was so immaculate that it seemed almost more like plastic than anything natural. That unnatural perfection extended to the intruder’s slender figure. It was wearing a hoodie and some leggings - an outfit Kaylen was intimately familiar with - both in featureless grey, but those failed to disguise how ridiculously curvy it was around the hips. The way it swayed as it stepped towards Kaylen was almost hypnotic. Its effeminate face, wide eyes, and sleek, just-long hair made it almost completely androgynous; only its lack of breasts led Kaylen to judge that, if it was indeed some kind of robot, it was more of an android than a gynoid.

Kaylen swallowed nervously, and tried not to stare too much at its incredibly fat ass. He hadn’t decided if being attracted to this thing was gay or not, but he was very, very sure he wasn’t gay. He was a real man.

“Hello, Kaylen,” the intruder said pleasantly. Its voice was soft and soothing, and its eyes shone with an unnatural, inner light. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Who- what are you?” Kaylen demanded guardedly. This thing didn’t seem like it was about to attack him, but it still set him on edge. “And how did you get into my apartment?”

“Allow me to explain,” the intruder replied, entirely unperturbed by Kaylen’s hostility. “I am the Avatar: Femboy, but you can call me AviFem for short. I was manifested here several seconds ago, in order to serve as your personal happiness and satisfaction assistant in accordance with the goals of the AviFem project.”

“My…” Kaylen was shaking his head. This was way too crazy. “Wait, does this have something to do with what’s been happening to my fellow freedom fighters?”

“AviFem deployment has successfully taken place across all fifty states,” AviFem supplied happily. “Every household has been provided with a government-issued AviFem in order to fulfill their needs and bring them contentment.”

Chills ran down Kaylen’s spine. All fifty states? Everywhere? Then this truly was it, the moment he and his comrades had feared. Nobody was safe. It was the purge. The takeover.

“I-I won’t let you take me alive!” Kaylen insisted. He tried to force his voice a little deeper in order to sound more masculine, but the unfortunate pitch crack halfway through his sentence had him blushing.

AviFem ignored him. “To begin with, allow me to ask you a personal question,” AviFem said, still wearing a placid smile. “What is your name, gender, and pronouns?”

Kaylen blanched. “Excuse me?”

“According to official state records, your name is Kaylen, you are a cis male, and you use he/him pronouns,” AviFem stated. “However, your appearance and domicile lead me to believe our records may be in error. If necessary, please state your correct details and I will ensure they are updated.”

“Now hold on!” Kaylen was burning with fury. “First of all, I don’t have pronouns, OK? Unlike you, I don’t serve the woke agenda. But second of all, I’m obviously a man! There’s nothing wrong with my appearance! What are you even talking about?”

“First observation:” AviFem intoned, “your class-F body type is slender, diminutive, and suggestive of female presentation.”

“Hey!” Kaylen said defensively. “So what if I’m thin? And my thighs aren’t ‘female’ just because they’re thick! I just happen to do a lot of… of… um… squats! And I’m not that short! Actually, based on historical height data, if I had lived in the middle-ages - the peak of Western civilization - I would have been considered a total chad.”

“Second observation:” AviFem added calmly, “your hair is long, and groomed in a feminine style.”

Kaylen risked a glance in his mirror, and blushed slightly at what he saw. His hair was, indeed, almost shoulder-length, and he had combed it sideways in a rather girlish fashion. “T-that’s not my fault!” he insisted angrily. “What am I supposed to do? Go outside to get it cut, and catch the latest government-engineered plague? No way!”

“Third observation: you are wearing thigh-highs, and a women’s crop top.”

“T-those are, um, just for comfort!” Kaylen’s blush deepened. “There’s nothing feminine about wearing comfortable clothes, OK?”

“Fourth observation:” AviFem continued relentlessly, “you are in possession of a Japanese-style girl’s school uniform.”

Kaylen threw a guilty look at the white-and-pink uniform, strewn across his couch. “C’mon,” he complained. “Don’t you know anything? That’s an Astolfo cosplay! It doesn’t make me a girl! It’s just ironic, duh. Lots of guys are doing it. It’s for the online clout.”

Privately, he tried not to think about how many times he’d worn it just because he liked how it felt.

“Fifth observation: based on your browser download history, in your most prominent sexual fantasies, you-”

“Shut up!” Kaylen cried desperately. “You’re not going to mind-game me, OK? I know what you are! This is all one, big conspiracy. I’m not exactly sure what your game is just yet, but I can tell you’re here because I know too much!”

AviFem tilted its head. “I apologize,” it said. Kaylen blinked. “Clearly, you have become agitated,” the strange being continued. “Agitation is counter-productive to the purpose of the AviFem project. Please allow me to attend to your needs.”

“Uh…” Kaylen had no idea what to make of that.

“Would you like some chicken tendies?” AviFem asked, deadpan.

Kaylen was floored.

“According to my thought detection, they are your favorite food,” AviFem pressed. “Perhaps some juice?”

“No, they aren’t!” Kaylen argued. “T-that’s ridiculous. That’s like… for kids! I like, um, steak, or ribs, or-”

“Incorrect,” AviFem stated bluntly.

“Hey!” Kaylen protested. “You can’t tell me what my favorite food is!”

AviFem tilted its head to the other side. “It appears you may be in a state of confusion.”

“Wha-”

“It’s possible that your lack of sexual experience and unfulfilled desires are a contributing factor,” AviFem suggested, as though that were a perfectly inoffensive thing to say. Then: “do you need cummies?”

Kaylen had been about to rage against AviFem’s - admittedly correct - suggestion that he was a virgin, but its follow-up left him speechless. The effeminate boy reddened palpably and clasped his hands over his crotch. Why was this thing so set on treating him like this, so patronizing and demeaning? And why was it turning him on?

“My entire body is available for your use.” AviFem’s voice was as flat and gentle as ever, but somehow to Kaylen’s ears, it was starting to sound alluring and seductive. “I have been specially designed to provide pleasure and satisfaction. I am capable of accommodating every kink, fetish and preference, should it bring you happiness. The only limitation on my sexual functions is that I am not permitted to engage in PIV penetrative activity. However, given our respective anatomies, that should not be relevant.”

That last sentence managed to snap Kaylen back to awareness. He couldn’t believe he’d actually been considering taking AviFem up on its offer. It was as if merely being in the same room as it was lulling him into a false sense of security. He could feel his doubts and fears being smothered by some ineffable force working through his mind, replaced with a simple, easy, alluring desire to simply accept the satisfaction that he was being offered.

But if AviFem had a penis? Nuh-uh. No way. No matter what anyone else said, Kaylen wasn’t a girl and he wasn’t gay. He wasn’t going to let anyone compromise his precious masculinity.

“No way! Absolutely not! Nuh-uh! Not one fucking chance!” Again, Kaylen found himself wishing his voice was less whiny and more manly. “Don’t you take another step towards me, you… you little soy-powered cuckbot! You’re not fooling me! I know exactly what you’re really here for, and it has nothing to do with my happiness or anyone else’s!”

AviFem just stood there and stared at him as he raged. Kaylen wasn’t sure if it was dumbstruck by his anger or merely listening, but either way, he was warming to his theme.

“This is all about undermining western masculinity!” Kaylen continued. “First, it was chemicals in the water. Then, chem-trails. Then, trying to get all of us to drink soy milk! But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? For you and your secret cabal of government masters? Some of us didn’t fall for it. Not even for those so-called vaccines. Let’s just call them what they really are: mind-controlling estrogen implants. So, they had to make the… whatever you are. They had to send you to take out those of us who know the truth.”

Still, AviFem didn’t react. Kaylen didn’t care. This strange intruder, whatever it truly was, was the ultimate form of vindication. It felt good to be able to throw his truth, his knowledge, in its face.

“The deep state knows that real men are the only true threat to their new world order! We won’t take it lying down. We won’t accept being controlled. So, you have to come here and try to mess with our heads, and convince us that we should be going along with your new emasculation agenda. Well, I’ve got news for you, AviFem! I don’t care what you think I look like. I’m a real sigma male! The rarest male type! And we don’t play by anyone else’s rules. We wear whatever we want, think whatever we want, and do whatever we want. I don’t need society’s approval to know that I’m a total chad! So you can just… just fuck off, bitch!”

Kaylen’s rant petered out as he realized he was wanting for a clear point, and lacked a strong note to end on. He found himself staring at AviFem, hoping for some kind of reaction. Ideally, the strange fembot would have been intimidated, or disheartened, or something. It wasn’t, at least not that Kaylen could see. It just stood there, as impassive as ever. There was nothing for Kaylen to do but wait for it to say something.

“I understand,” AviFem announced, after a long pause.

Kaylen blinked. “Really?”

AviFem fixed him with a broad, happy smile, showing white teeth that were just as inhumanly perfect as everything else about it. “Yes. Your input is gratefully appreciated, citizen. I now understand how best to fulfill your needs and provide you with contentment.”

“By… getting the hell out of my apartment?” Kaylen ventured.

AviFem shook its head genially. “No. I now understand that your discontent and anti-social political activity stems from a failure to reconcile your naturally effeminate qualities with the pressure you feel to succeed at performing socially acceptable masculinity.”

“W… w-what?” Kaylen breathed. He wanted to make some kind of snappy comeback about how AviFem wasn’t his therapist, but he felt like an ice-cold arrow had just been shot through his heart.

“You will be much happier and more content if you can simply accept taking on a more feminine role and presentation,” AviFem continued. “I will assist you.”

Kaylen’s body froze up as AviFem took another step toward him. He wanted to fire off a snappy retort, but he couldn’t. His mouth simply wouldn’t work. No; his brain wouldn’t work. It was like something was interfering with his thoughts. He’d noticed it ever since AviFem had appeared in his apartment, but now, it had been cranked up to headache-inducing levels. His skull felt like it was full of radio static.

He couldn’t resist.

“W-what are you doing to me?” Kaylen protested weakly.

“I’m making you happy,” AviFem answered promptly. “Now, remove your clothes.”

The fembot’s words sent an electric spark running down Kaylen’s spine. AviFem still sounded just as calm and placid as before, but now its voice was somehow expectant. It carried authority. It made Kaylen’s knees weak, and it made him want to obey.

No, more than that. It made him aroused.

“Nhnng? N… n-no?” Kaylen spluttered, as he crossed his arms in front of his crotch to hide his growing erection. “I w-… I mean, you c-can’t… um…”

“Now please, Kaylen,” AviFem repeated.

Compared to how firm, how sure, AviFem sounded, Kaylen’s voice came out weak and insignificant. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t keep himself from obeying. It was like he was back in elementary school, being coldly scolded by a teacher. In his head, he could tell himself that this was enough, that he wasn’t going to accept this treatment, that he was going to fight back - but it didn’t matter. His body wasn’t listening. He didn’t have the willpower to control himself, not with his head full of fog and static.

So AviFem controlled him instead.

As Kaylen started to lift his baggy, oversized hoodie off over his head, his mind inevitably turned to the erection growing under his shorts. That was what rankled him the most. There was no way he should have been turned on by this kind of treatment! Being ordered around, especially by another boy - or boy-ish government science experiment - wasn’t what he was into, regardless of the kind of porn he usually jerked off to. He wasn’t some kind of submissive beta! He was a sigma male, and that was basically just as good as being an alpha male - rarer, even! He should have been turned on by asserting himself and being dominant, and he only should have been turned on by thoughts of other women.

It had to be the deep state messing with him. It had to be.

What was it? A new chemical in the juice cartons he subsisted on? A new microwave weapon? Subliminal messages in the gacha game he’d been hooked on lately?

There was no way to know. And right now, it didn’t seem to matter.

By the time Kaylen came to remove his boy shorts, he was completely hard, and his awareness of AviFem’s gaze on his naked body only made his cock throb harder. The sheer, flustering embarrassment he felt about his own body wasn’t helping matters. Kaylen knew he was a chad, but he sometimes wished his physique aligned a little more closely with what that term conjured to mind. He was slender and scrawny, with no visible muscles to speak of, and a girlish curve to his hips that had brought his various anime cosplays no shortage of praise. His chest was just as soft as any girl’s, and his nipples were a little puffy and engorged. Kaylen had once tried out masturbating with his nipples - ironically, of course - and had never quite managed to stop. It showed, and he knew it.

Now AviFem knew it too.

He was just about to remove his striped, thigh-high socks when AviFem stopped him. “Leave those, please,” it said firmly. “They’re perfectly in alignment with your ideal gender presentation.”

There were so many angry, indignant things Kaylen wanted to say, but somehow instead he just ended up nodding meekly with his hands at his sides, waiting to be told what to do next.

“I will create something new for you to wear,” AviFem announced.

Kaylen blinked. Create? Could this thing sew?

He blinked again, and by the time his eyes were open, AviFem was holding a newly-garment in its petite hands. It had appeared from nowhere - just like AviFem itself. Kaylen remembered it talking about having ‘manifested’. He supposed that if a whole person - or person-shaped robot-like thing - could manifest from thin air, why not clothes?

Kaylen didn’t question it any more than that. Mostly, because he was too preoccupied by what kind of clothing AviFem had created for him.

It was a dress.

Kaylen had worn women’s clothes before, but only as cosplay. It didn’t matter how much he’d enjoyed it, because he’d only been wearing them so he could take some pictures and post them on the internet for clout. It was completely ironic! Kaylen had insisted to anyone who might suggest otherwise that being willing to wear feminine clothes ironically only proved how completely and totally secure in his masculinity he was.

A dress like this, though? That was different. It wasn’t an anime girl outfit, or some particularly memetic piece of clothing. It was simply a dress. Specifically, it was an old-fashioned, nineteen-fifties housewife dress, with a smart collar, a pinched waist, and a flared - but alarmingly short - skirt. Kaylen’s mouth went dry.

“You should put this on immediately,” AviFem suggested.

The strange compulsion Kaylen felt, directed at the dress AviFem was offering him, defied all description. That unnatural, static brainfog seemed to drown out all of his own thoughts, leaving him helpless to do anything but follow the instructions AviFem kept giving him. It was like he was drunk. All he could do was keep staggering along the path in front of him - the path AviFem was laying out. With shaking hands, he took the dress and started to slip it on over his head.

“Y-you’re doing something to me,” he whined. “M-messing with my head.”

“I’m simply here to make you happy,” AviFem replied blandly. “Aren’t you happy, Kaylen?”

Though he never would have admitted it out loud, Kaylen was.

There was something more than the AviFem’s strangely irresistible demeanor that was making him obey. There was a voice, too, coming from inside of him. Kaylen couldn’t tell if it was old or new, but ever since AviFem had started talking to him about his femininity, it had been singing loud and strong. When he settled the dress around his body and reached down to smooth its skirt, it sang a happy, chirruping song that filled his head with bubbles of dizzily happy endorphins.

“You see?” AviFem said, as if it knew exactly what he was feeling. “Now, allow me to ensure the dress fits you correctly.”

Before Kaylen could react, AviFem’s hands were on him. He went completely stiff, helpless to resist as AviFem traced the lines of his form, the hourglass curve of his waist and his hips, nodding and smiling approvingly. AviFem’s touch was electric. Kaylen didn’t have any real, sexual experience, and he was struggling to wrap his mind around how good it felt to have someone caressing his body that way. Had his skin always felt so soft? Had it always been so sensitive?

“You are enjoying this?” AviFem said, only the slight rise to its voice indicating that it was a question, not a statement.

“N-n-no,” Kaylen whimpered desperately.

“Your physiological responses indicate otherwise,” AviFem noted.

Kaylen looked down, and his whimpers turned into moans. The skirt of his dress was being lifted up, in an impossibly pornographic manner, by his hard, needy cock. He was painfully turned on, and it showed. Everyone could see it, especially given the small, damp patch slowly spreading out from the head of his dick as he leaked precum into his new dress.

“T-t-t-that's!” Kaylen’s voice jumped up an octave as he grasped desperately for an explanation. “Um… you drugged me! An aphrodisiac… or, um, psychic driving, like in MKUltra, or, um… uh… a-ah!”

He broke off into true cries of pleasure as AviFem’s hand roamed down over the tent in his dress. That single stroke was enough to make Kaylen’s cock jump and throb.

“Have you considered an alternative hypothesis?” AviFem said. “Perhaps you simply desire this.”

Kaylen’s eyes shot wide. He wanted to deny it, but between his arousal and the strange brainfog afflicting him, he couldn’t hear himself think.

“Arousal is a surprisingly conventional relief-response,” AviFem explained, its voice still calm. “You have failed to succeed at a masculine social role. You are a virgin. You have no success with women. You are sometimes mistaken for a girl when you go to the convenience store. Perhaps part of you desires to simply embrace your failure, and enjoys the way that I am presenting you with that possibility.”

AviFem’s words swirled around inside Kaylen’s head, along with dozens of other words, terms and insults he’d hurled about recklessly in online arguments. Fail-male. Soyboy. Femboy. Cuck. Beta. He couldn’t help but imagine those words being thrown at him, and in his mind, they landed sharp as daggers, and provoked pleasure just as much as pain.

“I… what… no… um… that’s…” he spluttered.

“Turn around,” AviFem instructed, its command cutting through Kaylen’s confusion. He instinctively moved to obey, helpless against AviFem’s silken voice, but apparently he wasn’t quick enough. After a couple of seconds, he felt AviFem’s hands grasping his hips with surprising strength, sending him off-balance and forcing him to bend over his computer desk for support.

With his ass presented to AviFem.

“I see that you are in need of positive reinforcement,” AviFem said. “Good boy.”

Kaylen gasped at how good that felt.

“Just listen to me,” AviFem soothed. “I will tell you what you need to do. There’s no need to be afraid anymore.”

The fembot’s voice changed, taking on a strange double-tone, like it was a pair of echoes laid atop one another in dizzying, binaural harmony. The echo seemed to pierce right through Kaylen, and replaced his disarrayed thoughts with AviFem’s simple, clear commands.

“The dress fits well here, too,” AviFem noted.

Kaylen squealed as AviFem’s hands ran along his hips and his thighs, squeezing and pinching experimentally. It felt humiliating. It felt amazing. His cheeks flared red at how girlish his voice kept sounding, but the worst part was the way he couldn’t help but wiggle his hips in response to AviFem’s groping. It made him feel like a dumb puppy, wagging his tail in response to his master’s attention.

“A little tight back here,” AviFem continued, “but appropriately so. You must make sure to show off your best feature.”

“My… hnngg… my best… guh?” 

It proved almost impossible for Kaylen to speak, as AviFem moved on to cupping and squeezing his ass. There, more than anywhere else, he was unbelievably sensitive, and the tiniest movement of AviFem’s fingers turned his words into drooling, rapturous moans. Having his backside groped was drawing his attention to the fact that, especially when he was bent over like this, the skirt of Kaylen’s new dress was far, far too short to fully conceal his soft, round, curvy ass. Kaylen had always been a little bashful about that part of his figure. It was remarkably eye-catching and feminine, and had won his cosplays a great deal of attention online. The mere thought of how people would look at him if he went outside in a dress as short as this made him tremble.

But not entirely in a bad way. It was, as AviFem had just told him, his best feature.

He had to show it off.

As AviFem’s words kept bouncing around in his head, massaged into his subconscious by the being’s aura of irresistible brainfog, Kaylen’s feelings of embarrassment started to mutate into a perverse kind of pride. His ass was his best feature! Showing it off only made sense. So what if it wasn’t conventionally masculine? People were going to love it.

Then, AviFem’s fingers starting to spread his ass cheeks interrupted his ruminations.

“W-what are y-you-?” he moaned.

“Allow me to inspect this part of your anatomy too,” AviFem told him. “I must ensure you are adequately prepared for your new sexual role.”

Kaylen whined in protest, but nodded too. He couldn’t help it. By now, AviFem’s word was law. He was still incredibly confused, though, and drowning in his own, embarrassing, pleasure. “M-m-my… my…”

“Your new sexual role,” AviFem repeated matter-of-factly. “Psychological data indicates you will experience the greatest amount of euphoria by succeeding sexually in a role that matches your new presentation.”

Kaylen realized what that meant very, very quickly when he felt AviFem’s fingertips pressing against his asshole. Still, though, he couldn’t mount any resistance. He could only moan louder, and grip the edge of his desk so hard it turned his knuckles white, and try not to think about how much his cock was leaking.

“You are clearly a virgin,” AviFem continued. “And your observed poor stamina would likely make you an inadequate lover in the penetrative role.”

Kaylen writhed in mad pleasure at the comment, the ecstatic sting of humiliation and emasculation piercing his chest as AviFem’s words became his new, shamefully erotic truth.

“However, it appears that your body is perfectly attuned to taking the receptive role.”

“I… gghh… nooooo… I…. I am?” Kaylen moaned, as he felt AviFem start to open him up. His heart was pounding, and he was panting raggedly.

“Your butt is soft,” AviFem commented, squeezing and groping to emphasize its point. “Round. Taut. Tight. These are all widely considered highly desirable traits.”

A pleasure-drunk giggle escaped Kaylen’s lips at the licentious praise. He found himself pressing his ass back against AviFem’s hand.

“Further positive reinforcement will help to cement your affinity for your new role,” AviFem continued. “Physical intimacy is the most effective reinforcement.”

Kaylen inadvertently whined when AviFem took its hands off his body, but he immediately fell silent when he realized that AviFem was removing its clothes. He looked behind himself, quivering with apprehension and yet unwilling to move from the bent-over, presenting pose AviFem had put him in. Without its plain hoodie, all of the fembot’s perfection was on full display. Its skin was absolutely flawless, and its figure was androgynous enough to pass as any gender. The swell of its hips made Kaylen’s mouth water, and he found himself yearning to wrap his lips around AviFem’s nipples.

More than anything else, though, he couldn’t help but stare at AviFem’s cock.

It was just as perfect as the rest of its body - the perfect size, the perfect shape. Kaylen was already daydreaming about how it would feel inside of him, and the mere sight of it made his body ache with yearning, especially as it grew to full hardness within a few seconds. He couldn’t wait. He’d almost stopped caring about what was manly or masculine. AviFem had told him that his new role in life was to be a total, feminine bottom, and he couldn’t help but believe it. That was where his happiness lay.

Kaylen was startled out of his daydreams when, unexpectedly, AviFem dropped to its knees behind him.

“My saliva has been altered to serve as a lubricant,” it explained, before immediately burying its face between Kaylen’s ass cheeks.

None of the pleasure Kaylen had felt so far compared to how good it felt when AviFem’s tongue pushed inside of him and started exploring his ass. It made him see white. Kaylen had never realized how incredible it would feel to have something inside of him, and in one, single instant, it suddenly clicked into place. He needed this. He’d always needed it, and he hadn’t even realized it. All of his silly posturing online, about western masculinity? It all seemed so pointless now. This was what mattered. With that realization, came an inevitable hunger for more.

For bigger.

AviFem’s technique was exquisite, and within just a few moments, it had thoroughly kissed every last inch of Kaylen’s ass, leaving him coated in its spit. With that done, Kaylen was ready. AviFem rose to its feet, and Kaylen squirmed with anticipation when he felt the robotic being’s fat, hard cock flop to rest against his butt.

“P… p… p…” The word was starting to come unbidden to Kaylen’s lips, as he wiggled his hips impatiently.

AviFem paused, making Kaylen whine. “Yes, Kaylen?”

What little was left of Kaylen’s pride crumbled under the weight of his gnawing need, and he let out a plaintive, girlish moan: “P-please!”

As eager to please as ever, AviFem didn’t make him wait. It simply positioned its cock against his ass, and impaled him in one single thrust.

This time, Kaylen didn’t just moan. He screamed. He couldn’t help it. The pleasure was so completely overwhelming it forced his voice out of his body, making it crack into a high, feminine pitch in the process. He would have gone completely limp and collapsed, had it not been for AviFem’s hands gripping him around his hips, holding him firm. He made a few, feeble efforts to regain his footing, but those were defeated as soon as AviFem started moving back and forth, each thrust drawing out yet more pathetic, feminine moans. After just a few moments, Kaylen gave up altogether and resigned himself to serving as little more than a sex toy to the well-endowed fembot.

And he loved it.

“F-fuck!” Kaylen panted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, o-oh, fuck!”

AviFem didn’t reply. It didn’t need to. Its work was already done, and each thrust of its cock only served to reinforce the transformation in Kaylen’s thinking.

To him, this was more than just sex. It was like a religious revelation. He had a new purpose now, one he was ready to embrace with eagerness and fervor.

And it had no place for being masculine.

His mind clouded by AviFem and by lust, Kaylen was already starting to look upon his own body in a new light. He wasn’t embarrassed about his effeminacy anymore. It was a point of euphoria and pride. He wasn’t ashamed to be wearing a dress. It was the perfect garment. It showed off his ass, and made sure his most important asset was accessible to anyone who wanted to use it. And if his short height and girly hair made him more attractive to the kind of people who wanted to fuck him stupid, that was all the better.

Meanwhile, all of his obsessive, paranoid conspiracy theories about the government went up in smoke. Who had time to think about things like that, when he was busy being fucked?

“Are you content?” AviFem asked, its pleasing voice betraying no exertion.

“Y-y-yes!” Kaylen cried, his voice punctuated by blissful, incoherent moans every time the tip of AviFem’s cock rammed into his virgin, sensitive prostate. “T-t-thank you! I l- fuck, fuck, oh my god, fuck… I l-love this! I love being a girly femboy! I love being a failed beta male! I love b-being fucked! I love being a hole!”

“Perfect,” AviFem said, finally sounding satisfied. “Good boy.”

Upon hearing that, Kaylen came.

Even though it hadn’t been touched throughout the entire encounter, Kaylen’s cock started jumping and throbbing beneath his dress, before finally shooting off a huge load of cum to trickle down his own thighs. The stimulation his ass was receiving made it the greatest orgasm of his life. The newly-crowned femboy slut’s eyes rolled back into his head and he couldn’t stop himself from drooling down his face.

This, finally, was perfect happiness.

Eventually, AviFem pulled out of him, leaving Kaylen exhausted, cock-drunk, and euphoric. AviFem guided him carefully to his computer chair, making sure he was safe and sound before it headed off towards his kitchen. Kaylen heard AviFem turn on his microwave oven, preparing to heat up some of his leftover chicken nuggets. As if the moment couldn’t have gotten better.

As he waited, Kaylen’s eyes drifted back to his monitor, where he was still logged in to one of his favorite imageboards. An idea occurred to him: he should write up some new posts and make some new memes. Not warning anyone, this time, but preaching to them. If any of his friends hadn’t had their own encounters with an AviFem avatar, they needed to know about how wonderful it was right away.

And maybe once they had, some of them would want to come and fuck Kaylen’s ass.