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POLE PLAY

Man’s First Time with a Femboy

Clover Cox

CHAPTER 1

“Thank you. I’ll be here waiting,” Andrew said and ended the call. He was staring at his recent purchase, a stripper’s pole for his home. He’d been taking a pole dancing class and decided he would never be able to improve how he wanted without having a pole in his home, so he ordered one, and now he was having it installed. A man named Alonzo was due to arrive in fifteen minutes, so Andrew went around making sure that everything was in order.

He was having the pole installed in his guest bedroom and had already installed mirrors along one wall. Sometimes he thought he’d lost his mind, but there was nothing like a pole dancing workout. He turned on music, jumped onto the pole, and twirled to his heart’s desire. He was always dripping with sweat when he finished, and he couldn’t wait to finally have a pole of his own.

He was on the fence about it, but he was considering showing the world who he was as a woman. It wasn’t long ago that he decided he would go by Wren Hubert when he started an online dancer persona. He wanted the world to watch him twirling around a pole in high heels and short dresses, but who would actually watch?

Andrew didn’t yet know the answer to that question, but he also didn’t care. Nor did he care what people thought about him. He heard a few gasps when he first stepped into the pole dancing class, but he had half of the women loving him by the end of his first day there. He even wore heels to the class sometimes, and the ladies absolutely adored it when he danced on the pole.

It was then that he realized he wanted an audience. He wanted to watch those hearts coming in as people liked what he was doing. He wanted to feel the love of strangers and laugh at the haters. He knew there would be plenty of people who attacked him for being different, but he didn’t care. He was eager to make a name for himself as Wren, the girl with wings. The girl who wished she were a bird so that she could fly away from the madness that was humanity.

He didn’t understand why people were so hateful and judgmental. He didn’t understand why the world had such a hard time accepting that he wanted to wear heels everywhere he went. Mostly he only wore them out to clubs where he felt safe to express himself, but soon he might be showing his feminine side off to the world. Soon he might become Wren morning and night.

The doorbell rang, signaling that his helper Alonzo had arrived. “Coming,” he said.

He stopped cold when he opened the door, stunned by the delicious piece of toffee in front of him. Alonzo was rugged and built, and it certainly didn’t hurt that he was dressed up like a handyman with the toolbelt around his waist. “You’re Andrew, right? You need me to install something?”

“Uh, yeah,” Andrew said in a soft, stuttering voice. “I ordered a pole, and I need help putting it in.”

“What kind of pole? A railing?”

“No,” he said gently as he stepped into the house, closing the door after Alonzo. He had to use every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep his mind out of the gutter as he showed the handyman to his spare bedroom where the pole was waiting on the floor. “Uh, I was hoping that you could install this pole.”

Alonzo’s eyes widened for the briefest of seconds, but he quickly recovered. “Yeah, sure. That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Have you ever installed one before?”

“No, but there is a first time for everything. It comes with instructions, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” he said, nodding. “I looked over them, but I couldn’t figure out how any of it would work, so I gave up.”

Alonzo chuckled. “It’s probably best you let a professional do it if you want the pole to be safe.”

“So true,” Andrew said. “I guess I’ll let you get to work. Would you like anything to drink?”

“Thank you, but I’m good. I have a bottle of water in the truck.”

Andrew let his eyes linger on Alonzo for a few moments before turning on his heels to step out of the room. He sat on the couch and listened to Alonzo take the stripper pole out of the box. His cheeks reddened as he thought what might be going through the man’s mind while he fixed the stripper pole to the ceiling and floor.

“Hey, can you come here for a second?”

Andrew’s heart raced as he got up from the couch to see what Alonzo needed. “Is everything okay?” he asked before rounding the corner.

“Yeah,” he said. “I just wanted to know where you’d like the pole placed.”

He was breathless when he turned the corner to find Alonzo holding the long metal bar effortlessly. He swung it as he turned to Andrew, flashing a set of gorgeous teeth. “Have you used one of these before? This is a major install.”

“Can’t I just patch it up if I want to move?”

Alonzo chuckled. “No patching required. I just mean, it’s a lot of space for a pole.”

“I’ve been taking classes and wanted to practice at home.”

“Are you going to show me some moves after I put it in?”

“I… I don’t know.”

He shrugged. “No worries.”

It killed Andrew how disappointed Alonzo looked, but he was struggling to keep his hands to himself, and he didn’t want to get a boner or something while dancing. How embarrassing would that be?

Andrew opened his mouth to say something, but what was he going to do? He couldn’t give this stranger a dance! He went back to the living room while Alonzo finished, and it didn’t take him very long at all. He emerged from the guest bedroom rubbing his hands with sanitizer.

“All done.”

“Really?” Andrew asked, hopping up from the couch. “Can I see?”

“Of course,” Alonzo said with a chuckle. “It’s your house.”

He raced to the guest bedroom that was now his studio. It wasn’t perfect, but it looked a million times better with the pole in the middle of the room. The wall of mirrors added to the studio element. He raced over to the pole and grabbed it to take it for a spin without a second thought, smiling at how wonderful it felt to have a pole of his own to practice at home. He could already imagine himself recording videos twirling around the pole while dressed as Wren.

It wasn’t until he saw Alonzo standing in the doorway with a devilish smirk on his face that he stopped.

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