A Week Engaged

Aside from an increasing anticipation for the piercing ceremony, the following week seems rather ordinary. Ordinary for a world in which there were few heterosexual men, everyone looked young and fit, women were all bisexual, women wore little if any clothing in public, and you are engaged to an amazing woman whom you had less than no chance with before you got this magic rulebook.

Aside from those “little” differences, everything was as “normal” as you it always being.

You begin to feel like this is the way that things have always been.

Life with Christal is enjoyable.

You have a lot of fun shopping for the ring that will soon be a permanent part of your fiancé’s body. She is giddy when you find a platinum ring with lilies finely engraved. They are her favorite flower.

“It’s perfect, Bill!” She hugs you tightly in the jewelry store. “My friends will be so jealous when they see it on my clit’s hood.”

You also choose the perfect leash for her to wear after she is pierced.

She doesn’t know that your brother, Kevin, is helping you design the brand that you will use on Cristal at your wedding. You were inspired by the brand that Kevin used on his husband, Joe, at their wedding. You know that she’ll love the design.

You realize that you’ve barely thought about the rulebook since that first day when you wrote so many. You wonder if or when you will create more rules.

You and Christal are having lunch in the food court at a nearby mall when she mentions that she’s starving for something other than pizza. “May I please have some of your delicious baby batter? The artificial stuff just doesn’t cut it for me when you’ve got the real thing in your balls right there.”

You laugh and pull out your dick.

“I don’t think that these plastic chairs can handle us fucking,” you say, “so you should probably take it in your mouth.”

“Good idea,” she replies, and drops to her knees. You never dreamed that blowjobs could be this good. Knowing that your fiancé is hungry, you don’t hold back.

Groups around you smile approvingly as you feed Christal, and she swallows every drop.