Reptilitron

[CW male inflation, femdom, popping, Complicated Gender Feelings] Boys are meant to inflate. He knew that. Ever since the first heartfelt admission to himself that, despite the circumstances of birth, he really was a boy deep down, he knew it'd happen one day. After all, he'd done it to enough clueless men in his time, men who didn't know he was a lesbian. At the time, he'd yet to realise himself that he wasn't one. He'd watched them disappear up into the clouds or burst and shower his bedroom with confetti. It was always a delight; a shared, cathartic bit of womanly joy he got to indulge in with friends and lovers. Now, he had gradually come to accept, he was no longer the recipient of that catharsis, but the source. It felt strange at first. Frightening even. He knew the glint of opportunistic hedonism in a woman's eye when she saw a nervous twink out and about, but wasn't remotely used to having it beamed aimed directly at him. In a bizarre way, it almost felt validating. If