Rin peeled the sundress from his moist chest. No matter how much he dried, the light fabric always found the one spot he missed. He shook his head with amusement before taking one last look at himself in the mirror.
Despite being neither a full girl or a full boy, he was still beautiful. If he ignored the lack of breasts, his heart-shaped face and narrow hips drew more than a few stares of the local men. He twisted at his waist to look at his ass. It was large but firm. His narrow waist only emphasized the curve as the sundress clung to it, tracing the firm skin before draping down over his legs.
He hopped once, just to watch his ass cheeks bounce. With a grin, he did it again as images of Pieter's cock flashed in his mind. A blush crept along his cheeks as Rin wondered if his ass would bounce differently if it was a man behind him. Then, realizing where his thoughts were leading, Rin tore his mind away and looked away.
Rin may look like a flat-chested girl, but he didn't know what or who he wanted. He was male, he knew that, but there were few positive words for men who liked other men, even a half man as himself. He didn't want to risk mockery, the other teenagers already wasted no time pointing out things like his private bathing or how the entire village watched over him to make sure he was never alone with anyone, male or female.
A yawn rose in his throat. He finished hanging up his towel and then headed outside, his slippers made a scuff of a noise as he made sure the door was tightly latched.
“Thought I'd find you here, fucking cock tease.”
Rin jumped at Merci's voice. He clutched the handle of the door as he turned to watch her come into the light shining from a glowing rune above the door.
Merci was the elder's oldest daughter, a beauty that had a reputation of fucking most of the men in the surrounding villages when neither her father or her husband wasn't looking. She had straight blonde hair that reached the small of her back, an angular face, and large breasts with a bit of help from her bra. She wore a more functional outfit at the moment, a button-down shirt and pants instead of her daytime outfit of dresses. It reminded him of Pieter's outfit from earlier that day.
Memories flashed through Rin's head, of Merci on her back with Pieter clutching her tits as he fucked her. Jealousy quickly followed as Rin wished it was her, with her beautiful body instead of his hidden form.
“I saw you looking at Pieter, boy.”
Rin tensed. “Everyone was looking, including you.”
Merci's eyes darkened. She stepped closer, the light above her casting her face in shadows. “He isn't yours, you know. You can't have him.”
Annoyance pricked Rin. “You shouldn't either, Merci. You are already married to Hamas and have a child.”
At the name of her husband, Merci lifted her hand and slapped Rin.
The impact cracked against Rin's senses and he staggered back until his back thumped against the door. Shocked, he pressed one hand against the tinging cheek.
Merci stormed closer, pinning Rin against the bath house door with her presence. “You think you're so pretty, flaunting that ass for everyone to see.”
“I—”
“Every time you go down the street, everyone is looking at it, wishing they were balls deep in that little cunt of yours.”
Rin shivered. In his mind, it wasn't a pussy that was impaled but his ass. For a moment, he could feel hands spreading his thick buttocks apart and pressing something, he wasn't sure, against it. His cock hardened, not that anyone could see it under his dress.
Merci leaned closer, her breath washing over Rin. It had the taste of Old Man Richard's whiskey on it and a musky scent that Rin didn't know. “And all you do is tease them. Flipping that hair as you pass, waggling that fat ass of yours. You know they want you.”
“Merci, I'm—”
“A cock tease, you fucking slut.” Merci smacked one hand to the right of Rin's head. The smell of alcohol grew stronger as she leaned until they were only centimeters apart. “All they want to do is shove their dicks into that pretty mouth of yours and fuck you until you choke.”
Rin froze. It never occurred to her that someone would mouth a cock. His pulse sped up until it was pounding in his chest, a mixture of fear and excitement warring inside his body.
“You are going to be nothing but a whore to this village. And you know it.”
“Merci!”
Both Rin and Merci jumped at the deep voice coming up to the bathhouse.
Merci stepped to the side as her father, Klaus, came into the light.
“What in the seven hells are you doing, girl?”
Merci put her hands behind her back, fingers balled up into a fist. “Nothing, Daddy.”
“Nothing my hairy ass. Didn't I tell you to leave the Jinith girl alone?”
Merci shot a glare at Rin who flinched.
“Girl!”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Now get your skinny ass back home. Your boy is crying and I can hear him from my bedroom.”
Merci glared at Rin one last time and then headed down the stairs. Her footsteps faded as she ran home.
Klaus let out a long breath before looking at Rin. “She touch you?”
Rin clutched himself and shook his head.
“Good. She's a good girl, but a lousy mother. You'd think two years with that husband of hers after she got knocked up and she'd stop lurking around the bath house to harass you.”
Unwilling to say anything, Rin shrugged. His body tingled with anticipation but he could do nothing but hold himself still.
Klaus glanced at him again, his eyes trailing along Rin's body.
Rin blushed at the look.
“You have grown up into a pretty girl, haven't you, boy?”
Klaus was one of the people who knew Rin's secret, but it didn't stop the tenseness in Rin's chest when someone called him by his real gender.
“I guess.”
An uncomfortable silence stretched between them for a few seconds. Then Klaus said, “Was she telling the truth? You were looking at the Pieter boy?”
Memories of Pieter's cock sawing into Merci's pussy flashed up. “Y-Yes. But, everyone was.”
Klaus groaned and shook his head. “No doubt my daughter too. She's been fucking Pieter for year now.”
“I-I know.”
Klaus raised an eyebrow. “And you still fancy him?”
“I…” Rin looked at the empty village. The buildings were dark but they were nothing compared to the black treeline in the distance. “I… I don't know what I want.”
“Not him,” came the reply. “He's not for you.”
Rin nodded, his breath catching in his throat. “He doesn't know what I am.”
“No,” Klaus' voice was suddenly softer, “not that. He's just not for you.”
Rin looked up at the change in tone.
The older man dug his hands into his pockets and turned his back to Rin. “Go on, boy, your mama is waiting at home for you.”