Chapter 1: The Discovery

Sophus had always been a bit of a nervous wreck around his new partners, Daddy Ryan and Daddy Max. They had been dating for a few months now, and things had been getting more and more intense in the bedroom. Ryan, a cis man with a commanding presence, had been taking the lead in their scenes, while Max, a trans man with a softer edge, had been focusing on nurturing and comforting Sophus. As a trans man himself, Sophus had often found solace in his masculine identity, but when he was with Ryan and Max, he felt a strong desire to let go and be more... feminine. It was a confusing feeling, one that he hadn't quite been able to wrap his head around. When he was little, he had been assigned female at birth, and sometimes, when he was with his Daddies, he felt like regressing back to that time, to be more submissive and sweet. The three of them had met through a kink group, and from the start, they had been open and honest about their desires. Ryan and Max had been in a relationship for years, and they had been looking for someone to join their little poly family. Sophus, or rather, his online persona, had caught their attention, and they had been chatting with him for weeks before they finally met in person. As they sat on the couch, watching TV and chatting, Sophus couldn't shake off the feeling that Ryan and Max were looking at him differently. They had been teasing him all evening, calling him "sweetie" and "little one," and he could tell that they were itching for something more. It wasn't until Max turned to him and said, "You know, Sophus, we've been talking, and we think you're a bit of a 'fake boy'." Sophus's eyes widened, and he felt a surge of adrenaline. He didn't like being called that; it made him feel... small. Vulnerable. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to play dumb. Ryan leaned in, his voice low and husky. "We mean that you're not really a boy, are you? You're more of a... girl trapped in a boy's body." Sophus felt his face heat up, and he looked down, his heart racing. He didn't agree with their assessment, but a part of him knew that they were trying to get him to see himself through their eyes - as a little, sweet, and feminine person. Max put a hand on his knee, and Sophus felt a jolt of electricity. "Hey, little one, it's okay. We're not trying to make you feel bad. We just want to explore this side of you, to help you see yourself the way we see you." Sophus looked up, and Ryan's eyes locked onto his. "And what way is that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Ryan's smile was slow and sensual. "We see you as Sophie, our little girl. Sweet, innocent, and oh-so-female." The words sent a shiver down Sophus's spine. He felt himself getting wet, his heart racing with excitement and a bit of fear. He knew that once he let go and allowed himself to be Sophie, there was no going back. As the tension in the room grew thicker, Sophus knew that things were about to change. He was on the cusp of something new, something that would blur the lines between reality and fantasy. And he wasn't sure if he was ready. But as he looked into Ryan's and Max's eyes, he knew that he was in this now, and he was willing to see where this journey would take him. The room was filled with anticipation, and the air vibrated with unspoken promises. As the night wore on, Sophus felt himself slipping into a role he had never fully embraced before - that of Sophie, the little girl his Daddies wanted him to be. The room seemed to darken, and all that was left was the promise of pleasure, and the thrill of the unknown.