/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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Years of envy had led to this point. Confusing, vague envy, but envy regardless; sudden knots in his stomach when he saw his female friends trying on dresses, or when he walked past lingerie stores, little unexplained twinges and a looming feeling of inadequacy.
At first Mysta blamed it on being alone. It was easier to view that strange feeling as a jealous lust, a desire to run his hand up beneath their clothes and feel the delicate cotton underneath. That inadequacy? Sexual frustration, nothing more... But nothing seemed to quell it. Nothing seemed to fill the pit in his stomach, no matter how far he went, how much deeper into degeneracy he sank. Even while he cupped the breasts of his partners he'd get that strange pang, that acid in his throat.
So he moved on. What if, he considered, he just wanted to wear their clothes too? They were undeniably cooler after all. Lace and frills, leather and thick denim, skirt lengths that could hang coyly around the knee or more suggestively creep up his thighs... He experimented with it all. It brought him some joy dressing up and playing with his appearance, but somehow it still wasn't enough. Something was still wrong. He wore the femboy label with pride, taking photos of himself in the various outfits he'd concocted (with some help, of course), but while taking the pictures was elating looking at them afterwards... Wasn't. He didn't dislike his own appearance, but it was never quite what he was hoping for. Seeing the boy in a dress staring back at him from the phone screen was never quite enough.
It got worse when Noctyx debuted. Meeting Yugo made his stomach turn with envy, a strange pain in his heart. It wasn't the same way he envied the girls, he was certain of that much, but it was still not something he could quite comprehend. Yugo was effortlessly attractive, despite his borderline insanity, despite his moments of weakness and breakdowns. Something about him was still so effortlessly cool... Masculine. Mysta knew that Yugo wasn't born male, yet he fit into being one so well. He seemed so happy. He tried not to think about it.
It was bound to boil over eventually. It was late in Britain; even the city streets were quieter at this hour, the only noise in Mysta's room being the quiet hum of his PC and Yugo's voice through his headphones. They'd promised to hold eachother accountable as they worked on separate projects, sitting in a voice chat together, but they were both steadily becoming more off topic as the hours went on. Before he processed what he was saying, it was coming out of his mouth -
"How did you know you're a guy?"
Yugo stopped. Mysta briefly worried he'd offended him, and scrambled to think of an apology, but the reply came first.
"I guess... I don't know, man. I looked in the mirror, and, you know, called myself a man, and I liked it, you know?"
Those words stuck in his mind. After their call ended, as the sun was rising outside, he walked over to the mirror with shaky hands. He didn't know exactly how to go about it - how was anyone meant to approach something weird like this? - but with a deep breath, he closed his eyes. He decided that when he opened them, he'd try to see the reflection of a girl looking back at him. It felt silly. He'd never hated being a boy after all, never felt bad about it. But regardless...
He opened them.
He spoke with shaky words;
"Hi, I'm Mysty. And I'm a girl."
And for the first time, her heart felt full. For the first time, she felt complete.
I haven't read this thread fic in a long time. A true classic

Years of envy had led to this point. Confusing, vague envy, but envy regardless; sudden knots in his stomach when he saw his female friends trying on dresses, or when he walked past lingerie stores, little unexplained twinges and a looming feeling of inadequacy.
At first Mysta blamed it on being alone. It was easier to view that strange feeling as a jealous lust, a desire to run his hand up beneath their clothes and feel the delicate cotton underneath. That inadequacy? Sexual frustration, nothing more... But nothing seemed to quell it. Nothing seemed to fill the pit in his stomach, no matter how far he went, how much deeper into degeneracy he sank. Even while he cupped the breasts of his partners he'd get that strange pang, that acid in his throat.
So he moved on. What if, he considered, he just wanted to wear their clothes too? They were undeniably cooler after all. Lace and frills, leather and thick denim, skirt lengths that could hang coyly around the knee or more suggestively creep up his thighs... He experimented with it all. It brought him some joy dressing up and playing with his appearance, but somehow it still wasn't enough. Something was still wrong. He wore the femboy label with pride, taking photos of himself in the various outfits he'd concocted (with some help, of course), but while taking the pictures was elating looking at them afterwards... Wasn't. He didn't dislike his own appearance, but it was never quite what he was hoping for. Seeing the boy in a dress staring back at him from the phone screen was never quite enough.
It got worse when Noctyx debuted. Meeting Yugo made his stomach turn with envy, a strange pain in his heart. It wasn't the same way he envied the girls, he was certain of that much, but it was still not something he could quite comprehend. Yugo was effortlessly attractive, despite his borderline insanity, despite his moments of weakness and breakdowns. Something about him was still so effortlessly cool... Masculine. Mysta knew that Yugo wasn't born male, yet he fit into being one so well. He seemed so happy. He tried not to think about it.
It was bound to boil over eventually. It was late in Britain; even the city streets were quieter at this hour, the only noise in Mysta's room being the quiet hum of his PC and Yugo's voice through his headphones. They'd promised to hold eachother accountable as they worked on separate projects, sitting in a voice chat together, but they were both steadily becoming more off topic as the hours went on. Before he processed what he was saying, it was coming out of his mouth -
"How did you know you're a guy?"
Yugo stopped. Mysta briefly worried he'd offended him, and scrambled to think of an apology, but the reply came first.
"I guess... I don't know, man. I looked in the mirror, and, you know, called myself a man, and I liked it, you know?"
Those words stuck in his mind. After their call ended, as the sun was rising outside, he walked over to the mirror with shaky hands. He didn't know exactly how to go about it - how was anyone meant to approach something weird like this? - but with a deep breath, he closed his eyes. He decided that when he opened them, he'd try to see the reflection of a girl looking back at him. It felt silly. He'd never hated being a boy after all, never felt bad about it. But regardless...
He opened them.
He spoke with shaky words;
"Hi, I'm Mysty. And I'm a girl."
And for the first time, her heart felt full. For the first time, she felt complete.

Years of envy had led to this point. Confusing, vague envy, but envy regardless; sudden knots in his stomach when he saw his female friends trying on dresses, or when he walked past lingerie stores, little unexplained twinges and a looming feeling of inadequacy.
At first Mysta blamed it on being alone. It was easier to view that strange feeling as a jealous lust, a desire to run his hand up beneath their clothes and feel the delicate cotton underneath. That inadequacy? Sexual frustration, nothing more... But nothing seemed to quell it. Nothing seemed to fill the pit in his stomach, no matter how far he went, how much deeper into degeneracy he sank. Even while he cupped the breasts of his partners he'd get that strange pang, that acid in his throat.
So he moved on. What if, he considered, he just wanted to wear their clothes too? They were undeniably cooler after all. Lace and frills, leather and thick denim, skirt lengths that could hang coyly around the knee or more suggestively creep up his thighs... He experimented with it all. It brought him some joy dressing up and playing with his appearance, but somehow it still wasn't enough. Something was still wrong. He wore the femboy label with pride, taking photos of himself in the various outfits he'd concocted (with some help, of course), but while taking the pictures was elating looking at them afterwards... Wasn't. He didn't dislike his own appearance, but it was never quite what he was hoping for. Seeing the boy in a dress staring back at him from the phone screen was never quite enough.
It got worse when Noctyx debuted. Meeting Yugo made his stomach turn with envy, a strange pain in his heart. It wasn't the same way he envied the girls, he was certain of that much, but it was still not something he could quite comprehend. Yugo was effortlessly attractive, despite his borderline insanity, despite his moments of weakness and breakdowns. Something about him was still so effortlessly cool... Masculine. Mysta knew that Yugo wasn't born male, yet he fit into being one so well. He seemed so happy. He tried not to think about it.
It was bound to boil over eventually. It was late in Britain; even the city streets were quieter at this hour, the only noise in Mysta's room being the quiet hum of his PC and Yugo's voice through his headphones. They'd promised to hold eachother accountable as they worked on separate projects, sitting in a voice chat together, but they were both steadily becoming more off topic as the hours went on. Before he processed what he was saying, it was coming out of his mouth -
"How did you know you're a guy?"
Yugo stopped. Mysta briefly worried he'd offended him, and scrambled to think of an apology, but the reply came first.
"I guess... I don't know, man. I looked in the mirror, and, you know, called myself a man, and I liked it, you know?"
Those words stuck in his mind. After their call ended, as the sun was rising outside, he walked over to the mirror with shaky hands. He didn't know exactly how to go about it - how was anyone meant to approach something weird like this? - but with a deep breath, he closed his eyes. He decided that when he opened them, he'd try to see the reflection of a girl looking back at him. It felt silly. He'd never hated being a boy after all, never felt bad about it. But regardless...
He opened them.
He spoke with shaky words;
"Hi, I'm Mysty. And I'm a girl."
And for the first time, her heart felt full. For the first time, she felt complete.