Beckett watched the snow drift past Aubrey’s kitchen window. It was pleasantly peaceful, a serene picture of Christmas cheer. Granted, Christmas was a few days ago, but with all of the excitement for New Years Eve, few people had lowered their garlands or wreaths. Across the road and two floors down, Beckett spotted a Christmas tree on display. It was nice. Normal. It made Beckett feel less awkward and alien in a space he was so familiar with. His gaze trailed over to Aubrey, who hummed away in the kitchen. She was filling a stainless steel kettle to the brim with water, planning on serving hot cocoa. It was Aubrey who cut the silence.

  “So, Jen, how’ve things been? I know you told me your course schedule was packed, but still… It’s been a while.”

  Despite Aubrey’s excitable tone, Beckett could not help but cringe at the name Jen. If Aubrey saw the cringe, she made no note of it, much to Beckett’s relief. “Oh… you know. Exhausted from classes. Turns out pre-medtakes a lot of work.”

  Aubrey giggled and nodded, placing the kettle on the stove. She turned back to face Beckett as she opened a small box of cookies. “Come on. Surely, you’ve done something fun recently.”

  “Well, uhm… I’m here, aren’t I?”

  Beckett’s words brought a small blush to Aubrey’s face. Aubrey coughed lightly, and pulled out two clay mugs. “You’re so cheesy.” Aubrey giggled, and shook her head. “How’s your brother doing? Feeling any better after getting sick?”

  “Oh, Danny died last month, actually.” Beckett hummed, his tone casual. “He wasn’t paying enough attention to his girlfriend and, well, you know how it is. It’s a shame. He and I were going to go on vacation later. Really, it was on him to behave, but I’m still disappointed. On the bright side, she made a great dinner with him later and kept his eyes. I heard she was going to make a necklace out of them.”

  Aubrey frowned, “I’m sorry to hear that. Honestly, I thought Stella would have kept him in line.”

  Beckett shrugged, “It is what it is. Men should know they need to behave.”

  Aubrey giggled and nodded, then turned to the hot kettle and poured it into the mugs. She dumped hot cocoa powder into the mugs and stirred them. “Back on topic. Come on, tell me about school! I want to know all of the gross details.”

  “You sure? Medical school can be pretty gross sometimes.”

  “I’m pretty sure! Otherwise, I wouldn’t ask.” Once again, Aubrey giggled. She brought the drinks over to the table and sat. “It has to be a lot more exciting than accounting.”

  “Fiiiine.” Beckett let out an exaggerated sigh. “Most of the time, it’s boring lectures. Sometimes, though, we get really lucky and get to do a lab. For our final, we got to vivisect our lab partners. The teacher said it was the perfect opportunity to get some hands-on experience with anatomy. Let me tell you, the look on his face was priceless. We spent a few hours digging around in our “patient’s” chest. I got to hold his heart for a few minutes! It’s a strange feeling. Sort of wet, even through my rubber gloves. And the way it beat in my hands… it was all twitchy and weird.”

  Aubrey was glued to Beckett’s words, “That sounds so cool. I’ve seen my mom dissect dad before, but that was from afar. She told me I could do it whenever I had my own husband to play with.”

  A small, dreamy sigh escaped Aubrey. Beckett watched her for a long moment. He was more nervous than he realized, and Aubrey seemed to catch on. She scooped up Beckett’s hands. “Jen, are you alright? You’ve been so quiet since you got here. I know we can’t see each other as much anymore, but you’re still my best friend. I’m here for you, no matter what.”

  Beckett smiled softly, even as he cringed at the name. He squeezed Aubrey’s hands. “Thank you.” Beckett took a shaky breath. “Uhm… I’ve been doing a lot of introspection lately. It’s been… scary. I trust you, though. So I wanted to let you know before anyone else. I’d prefer to use he/him pronouns and uhm… I don’t really go by Jenna anymore. Beckett is the name I want to use.”

  Aubrey stared at Beckett for a long moment. He squirmed under her gaze, half hiding behind the cocoa he sipped on. His fingers slowly traced the ridges of the mug. Aubrey stood and walked around behind Beckett, wrapping her arms over his shoulders. She squeezed him gently and snuggled against his neck. “I’m so proud you would tell me this. Thank you so much. Of course, I’ll do what I can to support you.”

  Beckett closed his eyes and leaned back into Aubrey. Her smell was nice. Comforting. It took him a second to realize that Aubrey had leaned down and begun to play with Beckett’s tits. A gasp escaped the man as he sat up straighter, “Wh-What’re you.. Doing?”

  Blush spread across Beckett’s face, turning his ears red. He looked up at Aubrey, who was focused on her blatant groping. She rolled her fingers over the soft flesh. Aubrey set her head on Beckett’s shoulder and breathed on his neck. “I uhm… also have a confession. I’ve always had a crush on you, ever since we were kids. You would always hold my hand in class and stuff and it made me so happy. Now that you’re a boy? I don’t have to be scared that you’ll reject me! I know you’ll be a good boy and behave.”

  Beckett sputtered. He struggled for words to describe his reaction. His face deepened in color. “You– You had a crush on me? I wouldn’t have ever guessed. I’ve never… thought of you like that. But– But I really don’t mind! You’re a beautiful woman, Aubrey.”

  Aubrey let out a happy squeal and ran her fingers through Beckett’s short, soft hair. She tugged his head back using those dark, brown locks. Beckett gasped and stared up at her with wide eyes. Aubrey smiled a small, genuine smile. “I love you…”

  With her free hand, Aubrey glided her fingers up Beckett’s neck. Beckett gasped and let out a small whine. “U-Uhm… would you like to go further?”

  Aubrey let out a small, excited squeak and planted a kiss on Beckett’s cheek. “You’re already behaving like such a good boy! I would absolutely love to go further.”

  The gentle tug Aubrey had given Beckett’s head earlier was nothing compared to the sudden yank as she dragged Beckett out of his chair. He yelped and stumbled to his feet, his head craned downward to accommodate the much smaller woman. She wrenched him over to her old, gray couch and tossed him haphazardly onto the cushions. Beckett was shocked out of words, but he had to admit that it was nice to be treated in such a way. Men deserved to be below women. They deserved to be handled like animals. Aubrey was just doing what he had asked her to. That did not mean Beckett expected her to be so direct. It was, admittedly, a bit overwhelming.

  Aubrey pushed Beckett onto his back, not caring when he slammed his head into the armrest. He was a boy. He could handle it. Beckett whimpered and clutched his head for a moment. That moment was short, though, as Aubrey grabbed his wrists and tugged them above his head. “Don’t start bitching out now, pretty boy. I know you can be a man and handle this for me.”

  Beckett blushed as he stared up at Aubrey. The strangled sound he attempted to make was one of shocked pleasure at her sudden dominant behavior. Her grin was merciless. Truly, the way she looked at him had entirely changed. When they were young girls together, Aubrey had seen him as her equal. Now the look she gave him was something one gave to a favorite plaything. Not only was it a turn-on for Beckett, but it felt so fitting. That was where men belonged, after all. Underneath a powerful woman. “I– I won’t–”

  “Good.” Aubrey did not let Beckett finish. She did not need to. She never needed his consent to begin with.

  Aubrey slid her fingers underneath Beckett’s woolen sweater and pushed it up so that his belly and tits were exposed. Beckett gasped and let out a small, low whine. That earned him a giggle from Aubrey as she trailed her finger from his hips up to the base of his chest. Then she leaned down and planted several kisses along Beckett’s neck. The man was over the moon as he twitched and squirmed beneath her. That was until Aubrey bit down hard on Beckett’s neck. Becket yelped and flinched away, which caused Aubrey’s teeth to pierce clean through his flesh and take a small chunk of skin. A hiss of pain escaped him as he clutched the side of his neck. “O-Ow…”

  Aubrey crossed her arms and shook her head as she sat up. “That’s not very well-behaved of you. Now look at what you’ve done. I didn’t want to have to hurt you unnecessarily. I was just marking you so that everyone else knew you were mine.”

  Beckett swallowed hard and nodded, although the action shot sparks of electric pain into his neck. Aubrey cooed her approval and peppered several more kisses on Beckett’s cheeks. When she pulled away, Aubrey propped herself up on her elbows, uncaring that they dug into Beckett’s ribs. “You and I are gonna have so much fun together. Wait here. I’ll be right back!”

  The man did as instructed. Beckett watched her skitter away, relieved that the pressure was off of his ribs. He squirmed nervously as he waited. Everything was so sudden. Beckett had not expected such fast acceptance, nor the enthusiasm Aubrey was presenting. Not that he was complaining. She was treating him like a man. It was exhilarating and affirming in a way he never expected. Beckett was so lost in thought that he nearly fell off of the couch when Aubrey came dashing into the room. 

  That was one thing Beckett never fully understood about Aubrey: her energy. Still, he admired her for it. Beckett smiled up at Aubrey as she approached, although his face twisted to shock seconds after. The girl held up an oversized, purple, double-sided dildo. Once again, that blush returned to Beckett’s face. “That– That will never fit me!”

  “I don’t think I asked.”

  “But– I–” Beckett whimpered. He bit down on his hand to silence himself when Aubrey shot him an unforgiving glare.

  “No buts. You’re going to take this like a good boy, or I’m going to have to punish you. Neither of us want me to have to put you in your place, now do we?”

  Beckett shook his head frantically. Aubrey smiled and gently ran a hand through his hair. Then, wordlessly, she pulled a small bottle of lube from her pocket and drizzled it onto one end of the toy. Aubrey worked the lubricant into one end, then straddled Beckett’s hips. She held the dry end of the toy in her mouth and hoisted up her pink, knit skirt. With some awkward repositioning, she slid out of her panties. Then she balled them up and stowed them in Beckett’s mouth. Beckett made a muffled sound of shock and stared up at her. His head spun slightly at the suddenness of it all. “There,” chimed Aubrey, “Now you won’t make too much noise or bite your tongue! Aren’t I so nice?”

  Aubrey giggled to herself, delighted at her actions. With her pussy free, she focused on undoing Beckett’s belt. Beckett squeaked through his makeshift gag as she tied the leather strap around his wrists. It dug into his wrist, much tighter than he would have ever wanted them to be. Aubrey did not care. She tightened his belt even further until there were rivulets of blood dribbling down his arms. Beckett hissed in pain, biting down on Aubrey’s panties. Aubrey paid little attention to his struggle. She was much more interested in pulling Beckett’s jeans off. His boxers were soon piled on the floor on top of his jeans, revealing Beckett’s slick cunt. He squirmed and covered his face with one arm. It was hard to acknowledge his body. Aubrey shook her head. “Oh, stop. You’re handsome. Don’t you dare keep me from seeing your handsome face.”

  Beckett whined, but did as he was told and uncovered his face. Aubrey slid a finger along Beckett’s folds. A shock of pleasure danced up the bound man’s spine, which caused him to twitch and roll his hips against her fingers. Aubrey, greatly amused by his excitement, giggled and slid a finger inside. Beckett yelped and his eyes shot open wide. “Oh, hush. You’re loving this.” Aubrey cooed.

  There was no time for Beckett to brace himself. The light wetness was far from enough as Aubrey jammed the dry end of the double-headed dildo into Beckett’s cunt. Beckett cried out in pain, his body far from ready for such an intrusion. It tore at his skin and pressed deeper into his insides than any toy had before. Blood bubbled around the edges, a bitter-sweet lubricant that had come far too late to help. Aubrey braced herself over the other end and slid down on it with ease. She let out a pleasurable sigh. “Look, Beck! You’re already fucking me like you have a real dick.”

  Even if Beckett could manage words, they would not have made their way through his gag. Slobber dribbled from the side of his mouth as he bucked his hips against Aubrey. The woman gasped and copied him, burrowing the toy deeper into both of them. “You’re so excited! Handsome little toy.”

  Beckett’s breath came hard as the pain slowly started to melt into pleasure. His body clamped around the blood-slickened toy. What had started as pained whimpers soon turned to groans of delight. Aubrey was much the same. She ground herself against the toy and cried out in delight with every sloppy thrust. The two moved in blissful harmony, sharing moans with each clash of their hips. Aubrey reached up and wrapped her fingers around Beckett’s throat. He thrust against her harder as pleasure began to build. Aubrey’s grip tightened as her orgasm was imminent, cutting off Beckett’s airway.

  Desperate gasps and gags escaped Beckett as his thrusting and squirming grew more panicked. His eyes rolled backward as he desperately sucked for breath. The more he fought for breath, the more pressure Aubrey put on his throat. It was to the point that his throat was straining not to pop. Beckett’s vision grew dark at the edges when his orgasm came. He thrust hard with each wave of pleasure, and Aubrey met his thrusts. His energy pushed the woman over the edge and she came hard. She rode Beckett, not caring that his lack of air was causing him to twitch and writhe more slowly.

  Just as darkness entirely consumed Beckett’s vision, Aubrey sat up and pulled her hands away from his throat. Beckett sucked in a desperate breath, then coughed hard enough to dislodge his gag. Aubrey relaxed against Beckett’s chest, basking in the afterglow. It made it even harder for Beckett to catch his breath, but that mattered little. At that moment, he was nothing more than a warm pillow for Aubrey to rest on.

  For a long time, the two lay like that, snuggled on the couch. It was comfortable and familiar, something that Beckett was thankful for. They bathed in each other’s warmth and listened to their shared breathing. It was quiet.

  Quiet, that is, until Aubrey pulled herself free from the two-headed toy with a pop. She gave no warning when she wrenched it free from Beckett’s cunt, which caused him to let out a cry of shock. He gasped and did his best to catch his breath as Aubrey tossed the toy onto her side table. A grin crossed her face, “I’m going to go put the kettle on.”

  Beckett was glad to hear it. Hot cocoa sounded utterly delightful to the exhausted, bloody man. It was almost enough to make up for the uncomfortable burn in his wrists. He took the opportunity to suck in a few more full breaths and regain his composure as best as he could with tied wrists. Aubrey soon returned while the kettle sat on the stove to boil. She held her hands behind her back as she leaned against the wall and looked Beckett over. “You are such a good boy. You made me feel so dang good! It’s a shame. There’s some work that needs to be done to make you the perfect little pet.”

  Beckett tilted his head. He could not help the nerves that built up in his stomach. Something about Aubrey’s words felt off. He chuckled nervously, “Well… Uhm. I’ll do my best to improve! I’m sure with a little work, I’ll be a great boy.”

  Aubrey nodded but looked off to the side. A small frown danced across her lips, which only worsened Beckett’s anxiety. She approached him and placed a hand on his chest. With one hard shove, Beckett’s back was pressed into the couch yet again. He gritted his teeth as his shoulders strained. “Aubrey, what… what’s going on? Are you okay?”

  A sort of softness appeared in Aubrey’s gaze. “You’re such a sweet boy. Do me a favor and try not to struggle too much, okay?”

  “Wh-What?--” Beckett’s choked words were cut off when Aubrey revealed the knife from behind her back.

  It was a long, steel kitchen knife. Either it was well maintained or rather new. Regardless, it was clean as a whistle and reflected Beckett’s terror back into his face. He sputtered for words but none came. Aubrey straddled the terrified man yet again and used her free hand to fondle Beckett’s tit. The pleasure was, for once, unwelcome. Aubrey let out a sad, wistful sigh. “I’ve always admired your chest. It’s a real shame they’ll have to go. Such big, beautiful boobs…” She giggled at the word boobs, but it was a sad sort of noise. “Oh well. You’re my friend and sometimes friends have to make sacrifices for their friends.”

  “W-Wait!” Beckett sputtered, “Hold on. Listen. I really, really appreciate that you would do that for me, but I’m pretty sure I’m alright. I– uhm– I have good health insurance! A medical professional can handle it and– and besides. I would be ashamed to get blood everywhere and ruin your couch.”

  Aubrey giggled, “Don’t worry so much! It’ll be like when we were kids and we used to do makeovers. We would dress up in cool clothes and do our make-up and all of that fun stuff. This isn’t any different!”

  Beckett had always hated those makeovers. He had done them to make Aubrey happy. He swallowed, hard. Then he shook his head. “Aubrey, I say this as nicely as I can: I would prefer, y’know… a professional to do it? Someone who’s done this kind of thing before.” Beckett strained against his restraints. “I’m sure you would do an amazing job! Like you said, it’s just like makeovers, and you’re really good at makeovers. I– I’d just… uhm. Y’know…?”

  Even if Aubrey’s little DIY top surgery healed properly, there was no telling what kinds of scars it would leave. Not to mention the chance of infection. That kitchen knife was certainly not sterile and the thought of infection so close to so many vital organs terrified Beckett deeply. He struggled to breathe. There was a non-zero chance he bled out on the couch or that Aubrey punctured something vital on accident. As he sputtered out his denial, he squirmed and strained, trying to free himself from his restraints.

  Beckett’s struggles fell entirely still when he felt cold steel against his throat. “Beck, I’m trying really hard to be patient here. You’re my friend and I know you’re new to all of this, but you’re a man now. I can’t let you go running around, acting like you’re worth more than the dirt on my show. I know it’s scary, but hey! It means you’re getting the chance to be a real man. You’re beneath me, Beck. You’re a worthless dog. It doesn’t matter what you want. I don’t give a fuck what you prefer. Either you start listening now, or I’m going to have to kill you. I don’t want to waste a perfectly good toy and you don’t want to die, so just cooperate, alright?”

  The only reply Beckett could manage was a meek nod. He looked away from Aubrey and took a deep breath. She was right. He had to listen to what he was told if he was going to be a man. Beckett closed his eyes and laid back on the couch. Several slow, measured breaths later, he opened his eyes to meet Aubrey. Her gaze was unrecognizable and bloodthirsty. Despite that, there was a kindness behind it. Aubrey genuinely believed she was doing Beckett a favor. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Okay. Okay, I’ll be a good boy and listen. I’m sorry.”

  Aubrey grinned and pecked Beckett on the lips. “Good. Much better. Do try to hold still for me, won’t you?”

  Again, Beckett nodded. He gripped onto the couch cushion and forced himself to focus on his breathing. Beckett could handle the pain! At least, that was what he told himself. It was hard to believe that sort of thing when he was staring down a steel blade. Once again, the thought of bleeding out on Aubrey’s couch screamed at the back of his head. Growing up as a woman must have spoiled him. He was a man. If Aubrey decided this was how he was going to go out, then it would be in the most truly masculine way possible. Beckett tried very hard to be grateful for that.

  Aubrey hummed to herself and ran her fingers around Beckett’s nipple. He shuddered and gasped, then pushed himself back into the couch. It was all he could manage to not twitch from the pleasure. Just hold still. Beckett was sure he could do it. Maybe. Aubrey paid little attention to his desperate attempts to follow her instructions. Her interest was much more focused on rolling Beckett’s boob in her hand. “So… soft. I’ll miss them.”

  Beckett whimpered softly as Aubrey squeezed his nipple between her fingers. She pulled the flesh upwards and watched it stretch. Aubrey took a moment to jiggle that soft, supple flesh up and down. A giggle escaped her at the absurdity of the movement. Then she sighed and shook her head. Again, she pulled the flesh upwards and pressed the tip of her kitchen knife into the center. Aubrey took a short breath, then plunged the blade deep into Beckett’s flesh.

  Beckett’s scream rattled the pictures on the wall. He threw his head backward as pain erupted across his torso. A wellspring of scarlet poured down Beckett’s chest as he struggled for breath. Aubrey pushed the blade deeper until it made a sickening scrape that indicated she had hit bone. Beckett screamed until his throat turned rough. All the while, Aubrey held her blade in place. She was waiting until he stopped, which took a considerable amount of time. By the time he had, he forced himself to suck in a terrified breath. Tears bubbled down his cheeks. 

  “There now. That wasn’t so bad. Right?” 

  Aubrey’s cooing was a distant blur. In fact, so was most of the world. Coherent thought was nearly impossible when it felt as though Beckett’s chest was on fire. He forced himself to nod, though it did little to quell his tears. He sniffled. Aubrey reached forward and wiped a tear from Beckett’s cheek. “Good boy. You’re doing so well.”

  Beckett’s nails dug deeper into the couch cushions. He clutched them both to stabilize himself and to keep himself from squirming away. Beckett wanted to respond but all that came out was a raspy whine of pain. Aubrey patted Beckett’s cheek. “Hush. Don’t push yourself too hard. We’re not done yet.”

  Not done yet?! Beckett looked down at the wound as best he could. Already, the loss of blood was enough to make his head spin. The pain was not helping. Beckett bit his tongue in an attempt to focus himself. There would be more pain. That was the place men in this world. Beckett was a man and it did not matter how much it hurt. He was here to please Aubrey. He was little more than her toy. Beckett started to reach up a hand to push Aubrey away but he stopped himself. His hand fell limp at his side. This was Beckett’s place.

  Once Beckett was still, Aubrey started carving at the flesh. She moved in a circle, slicing outwards in a circle. Beckett gasped and cried in pain as she wrenched the knife through his skin. The cut was far from clean and the blade was not nearly as sharp as it had seemed, which meant that each slice was much closer to a gut-wrenching tear. The reek of blood was heavy in the air and when Aubrey pushed the blade, it ground against Beckett’s rib. His breath came in heavy, ragged gasps. Each slice meant a fresh burble of blood, which seemed to scorch Beckett’s skin and boil his insides. He sobbed and whimpered and his nails gouged holes into the couch cushions. Despite all of the pain, he managed to keep himself from squirming away.

  Aubrey slid the kitchen knife out from under Beckett’s skin, then set it carefully on the coffee table. A small frown danced across her face as she realized the crimson mess she was making, but she shook it off. It was worth it. With steady fingers, Aubrey lifted the ball of gore and fat from Beckett’s chest. Thick strands of blood and dribbles of fat created sticky strings for a moment, but snapped and splatted when the separated breast was pulled away. Aubrey traced a finger around the perked nipple and sighed to herself. She sighed to herself, then planted a small, loving kiss onto the flesh. It was a goodbye to something she once treasured. A goodbye which turned her lips a dark shade of red, as if it were some sort of lipstick.

  Beckett gasped. The world spun around him and any attempt at a coherent thought had been lost long ago. He yelped when Aubrey pushed herself off of him by placing her hand on his open chest. It caused stars to explode in his vision when her fingers grazed his exposed nerves. Aubrey strode over to a nearby trash can and dropped the chopped breast inside with a soft thump. Once it was there, it meant little more than the shredded paper and half-eaten lunch it sat beside. Aubrey wiped her hands off on her pants, her nose scrunching at the sticky feeling.

  Just as Aubrey was about to head back towards Beckett, the whistle of the kettle signaled that it was boiling. Her eyes lit up with excitement as she rushed off to go fetch it. “Just in time! I’ll be right back.”

  Beckett watched her go through blurry vision. It was absurd enough for Beckett to let out a laugh that he immediately regretted. Blinding pain brought fresh tears. Hot cocoa now? Right now? Beckett could not understand how she could think of something so casual and simple while he bled out on her couch. Even though he suppressed more laughter, he could not help but smile. Maybe the blood loss was getting to Beckett’s head.

  Aubrey danced back into the living room with the kettle in hand. It steamed through its spout. As Aubrey approached, it occurred to Beckett that Aubrey was not carrying any mugs. “Wh… what’re you doing?” Beckett slurred.

  A little excited giggle escaped Aubrey as she stood over Beckett. “I can’t just let you bleed out! We’re not even close to done yet. There is one other boob to chop off. Plus, I’d really rather play with you for a while. It would be a shame to snuff you too early.”

  Beckett sputtered, but could not bring himself to argue. Instinctively, he recoiled into the couch as the scalding kettle was brought closer and closer to him. It would certainly stop him from bleeding out but the scar would be disgusting, to say the least. In retrospect, it was a foolish thing to be worrying about; something Beckett realized when the kettle was pressed against his gaping wound.

  The scream that erupted out of Beckett tore at his already sore throat. He could not stop himself from kicking his legs into the arm of the couch and tearing more holes in it with his nails. Each movement only made the pain more agonizing as it meant that the bottom of the boiling kettle hit different parts of his body. Even when Beckett ran out of breath, he could barely suck in any air. His chest was alight with what he could only describe as hellfire. Beckett’s vision was filled with screaming sparks of agony. Only when the kettle was lifted was Beckett able to suck in air.

  As Aubrey pulled the kettle away, she admired the sticky lines of waxy flesh that clung to it. She licked her lips and watched the blood underneath the kettle burble and burn. Closer to the rim of the bottom of the kettle was the gluey flesh. It was dark closer toward the center, revealing just how much of the flesh had been scorched. It reeked unlike anything else the two had smelt before. Beckett’s eyes rolled back as he struggled for breath. The smell was overwhelming his senses and the man felt as though he might vomit at any second. Aubrey was much more focused on messing with the gluey strings of burnt skin. She wrapped it around her fingers and admired how it clung to them. With an excited hum, Aubrey popped a finger in her mouth and slurped off the flesh slime. Her eyes lit up. “You are surprisingly delicious, Beck!”

  Beckett only managed a gasping whine. His head rolled back as he stared up at the ceiling. He was not bleeding anymore, which was a plus. Aubrey watched Beckett’s head roll back and forth. It was clouded with mind-shattering pain and every breath was followed by a rough groan of pain. The woman clucked her tongue. “Oh, calm down. You’re fine. It wasn’t that bad! You did such a good job being a good boy before and now you’re bitching out? Don’t be such a big baby!”

  A fresh well of tears bubbled up as Beckett looked up at his childhood friend-turned-lover. Just in view was his burnt flesh on the kettle and a fresh wave of nausea rushed over him. Beckett sniffled and whimpered but Aubrey just shook her head. “Oh well… You’ll get used to it soon! Just wait for all of the fun things we’ll do together!”

  Aubrey rushed off towards the kitchen, kettle in hand. Beckett tried to wipe the tears from his eyes but they kept flowing no matter how hard he fought. At least all of the pain was over. The boob had been removed and tossed out like the trash it was. Beckett managed to stifle a sob, mostly to keep it from jostling his chest and sending him another agonizing spark. Breathing too deeply did much the same, so his breath came in short, panicked spurts. It was over. Beckett could feel his consciousness fading in and out as his brain tried to process the overwhelming wall of emotions.

  “Beck… don’t cry like that. We’re having fun. How else were you supposed to transition anyway?” Aubrey poked her head around the corner, frowning.

  Beckett could not bring himself to respond. He simply nodded and did his best to hold in his tears. The boy was property now and he would have to live with that. That did not stop the shock of fear as Aubrey moved back over and roughly grabbed Beckett’s remaining breast. She pulled the bloodied kitchen knife out from behind her back. “Alright. We’re halfway through. One more time!”

~~ 

Aubrey’s fingers ran through Beckett’s hair, gently massaging soap into the curls. She hummed softly to both herself and the mutilated man who sat cradled between her legs. Aubrey was rather grateful that she had chosen an apartment with a large tub, because it meant that the bath was the perfect size to fit both of them. Beckett leaned back against Aubrey. His eyes were closed and his breath was labored. The sudsy water they bathed in was stained a dull red. It was an entirely peaceful moment that Beckett would have loved much more if not for the stinging of soap on his open or semi-open wounds. Beckett knew the water and soap were a recipe for infection, but so was everything else that had happened. Besides, the thought of contradicting Aubrey was preposterous 

  The two had been like that for quite a while, lounging in the warm water. Aubrey played with the suds in Beckett’s hair. Her humming stopped for a moment as she looked her new toy over. “Hmm… question for you… Thigh or arm?”

  “Hmm?” Beckett looked back at her, tilting his head.

  “Thigh or arm?” When her words were met with another confused noise, Aubrey continued. “For your phalloplasty, you silly little goose.”

  Beckett’s face went pale. If this supposed phalloplasty was anything like his DIY top surgery, Beckett wanted very little to do with it. His mouth was far to dry to manage any words. Aubrey set her head on Beckett’s shoulder and traced her fingers down his chest. Beckett sucked in a pained gasp when her fingers trailed over the tender, sticky burns. She filled in the silence as Beckett continued to gasp like a fish searching for words instead of water. “I’m going to make you a nice big penis. I was thinking thigh because then it would be a little thicker. But then I realized that you have such nice, long arms! Those would probably give me enough room to make it longer? I’m sure it’ll turn out great either way. Because I couldn’t decide, I wanted to give you the chance! What sort of dick do you want me to make for you?”

  Vivid images of Aubrey severing vital parts of Beckett’s arm flashed through his head. He was acutely aware that any wrong slice could mean loss of function in the entire limb. Beckett’s queasiness returned and his head rolled back onto Aubrey’s shoulder. He wished and prayed that Aubrey would forget it but he knew deep down she would never. She was having too much fun with her new doll. Aubrey was waiting for an answer and Beckett could feel her tension rise. “Uhm… can I have a little time to think about it? I don’t want to choose something that would disappoint you.”

  Aubrey blushed and gently kissed Beckett’s cheek. “Oh, honey… don’t worry about disappointing me! I wouldn’t give you an option that would disappoint me…” She let out an exaggerated sigh. “But, if you must, I will give you time. Just try not to take too long, okay? We don’t want to make you suffer with any sort of dysphoria, now do we?”

  “Th-Thank you…” 

  Beckett found himself strangely flustered by Aubrey’s actions. He closed his eyes and did his best to focus on her warmth rather than the burning in his chest. Aubrey was about to speak again, but Beckett beat her to the punch. He wanted to think of anything other than whatever Aubrey would do to his body. “So… when I go back to college, do you think they’re going to make me go to the boys dorms? I hope not. It would mean a lot of moving trouble.”

  Aubrey blinked, then giggled. “Oh, silly boy. What’re you thinking? You’re not going back to college.”

  “What?” Beckett’s eyes flew open.

  “You’re my doll now, Becky-boo. You’ll be staying with me forever.”

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Basically, it was three people (1 girl and 2 guys I think) and they were all on a conveyor belt leading into some sort of shredder. I think it was sort of a comic.

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