But this year, Darren didn’t plan on getting drunk or partaking in any of the drunken shenanigans—all he wanted to do was get closer with Lexi, wiggle his way into her life, and slowly start the process of replacing Duke with Darren.
Work started late for everyone that day: 11:00 AM instead of the usual 9:00 AM—this was because the party didn’t start until 7:00 PM, and if there was a two hour gap between work and the party, most people would probably end up going home and lots of them wouldn’t come back.
Darren waited until he saw Lexi wrapping up her work before he wrapped up his. He waited until she went into the boardroom where lots of the staff had already started drinking before he went into the boardroom. He didn’t want to be creepy, so he kept his distance at first. He let other guys approach her and chat her up while she sipped away at her first drink. He even went into another room with some other guys for a bit—just so he wouldn’t seem too desperate.
He was also waiting for the liquor to kick into his system. He knew that with a couple beers and a couple shots of tequila, he would be more outgoing. And he knew that once Lexi had a couple of drinks in her, she would be more forgiving—and less aware of any embarrassing blunders he made while chatting with her.
He peeked in on her every ten minutes or so—looking in through the glass quickly, just to make sure she was still there. It was around 9:00 PM when he started feeling a bit more confident, and she started looking a bit more receptive. But he wasn’t ready yet—he still wanted to give her another twenty minutes of space. He was chatting with a few of the accounting guys when his phone buzzed: a new message on Tinder.
He slipped away to his cubicle to check the message. It was from Lexi. “I’m at this party right now and it’s a lot of fun. You should come down,” she said. Lexi wanted to meet Duke in person—but of course that was impossible, as Duke didn’t exist.
“I wish I could. I’m stuck at this office Christmas party,” Darren wrote.
“No way—this is my office’s Christmas party too,” Lexi wrote. “You should try to sneak away. I really want to meet you in person.”
“I really wish I could sneak away,” Darren wrote. He peeked over his cubicle wall and saw that Lexi was in her cubicle, staring at her phone’s screen. She was alone and a little bit drunk: the perfect opportunity for Darren. So he finally made his move.
He walked over casually and he stopped behind her. His original plan was to pretend to be surprised to see her, but that plan failed when she didn’t notice him standing behind her. And then a few seconds of silence passed and he realized he’d missed his opportunity to act surprised. When she finally turned around, he felt like a creepy stalker, lingering quietly over her shoulder. She even jumped, as if he’d scared her. “Darren—what are you doing there?” she asked with a hand on her chest.
“Sorry—I was just walking by and I saw you at your desk. You aren’t working, are you?” Darren asked.
She laughed and her cheeks turned a slight shade of red. “No—I was just checking my messages.”
“Oh yeah?” Darren said with a smile. “Boyfriend wants you to come home?”
She laughed and her cheeks turned dark red. “He’s messaging me, but he’s stuck at an office party, too,” she said. Darren’s heart clenched. Did she just refer to Duke as her boyfriend? She was calling a non-existent person her boyfriend? What had Darren done? He was stringing this poor girl along, wasting her time, and setting her up for humiliation and heartbreak.
“Well I should get back to the party,” Darren said. “Are you going to come back?”
“I’ll probably come for another drink,” she said. And she joined Darren back to the boardroom where all of the liquor was set up. They had a drink together. Darren told Lexi a few jokes and Lexi laughed, and then Lexi asked, “Do you have a girlfriend, Darren?”
Darren felt a hotness rushing into his cheeks. “A girlfriend? No—not right now I don’t,” he said.
“Why not?” Lexi asked. She was staring right into his eyes.
Darren shrugged his shoulders. “There’s a question I wish I could answer.”
“Well you’re a great guy. You should try Tinder. I’m sure you could find yourself a cute girl on there.”
Darren forced an awkward smile. “Maybe I will,” he said.
She stared into his eyes for a few seconds—which felt like a few minutes, or even a few hours. She was beautiful. Her eyes were stunning. How could she actually be a man? How was it possible? Where was her Adam’s apple? Was that slight lump her Adam’s apple? And her shoulders weren’t broad at all—they were narrower than the other girls in the office… But what did that prove? “You know, you really remind me of the guy I’m seeing,” she said. “I hope that doesn’t sound creepy.”
“Not at all,” Darren said.
She stared into his eyes for a moment longer, and then she seemed to snap out of her daze. “I just need to use the washroom,” she said.
“Sure thing,” Darren said. He watched as she walked gracefully in her cute heels towards the bathroom. Darren’s heart was stammering. He felt closer to Lexi than ever before. She was beautiful and she laughed at all of his jokes and she seemed legitimately interested in him. Maybe he could have her with a bit of work. Maybe he could figure out a way to transition her from Duke to Darren. Maybe she would understand if he admitted everything—maybe she would even be flattered.
Darren’s phone buzzed. He stepped away to check it—another Tinder message from Lexi. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” it read.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Darren replied.
“Do you really not care that I used to be a man?” she asked.
Darren had to think about it for a minute. He wasn’t sure if he knew the answer just yet—but he knew what he had to say. “I don’t care,” he wrote.
And then a moment later, he received a picture from Lexi: standing in front of the mirror with the skirt of her dress hiked up, exposing her long, thick erection. “I had to walk away from the party because I got hard thinking about you,” she wrote.
Darren’s gut turned and his head started spinning. So it was true: Lexi truly was a man under the makeup and the dress.
CHAPTER VII
Darren had to slip into the bathroom himself, just to get away from all of his co-workers. He made a point of going to the bathroom that was on the other end of the floor, where no one would find him. He locked the bathroom door, just to be safe. He found himself looking at the picture—zooming in to make sure it was real. That cock wasn’t just real—it was huge. It was a still image, but Darren could practically see it throbbing.
“Looking good,” Darren wrote, because he couldn’t think of anything else to write.
She sent another photo. Now she was in a bathroom stall and she had her dress off. Her bra was on the floor. But she had tits—the bust on her chest wasn’t just a stuffed bra. Whether they were real from hormone therapy or implants, it was impossible to tell from the photo—but at least she had tits. At least she wasn’t just a man dressed up as a woman… Or was there any difference? Her erection was still tall and thick in the photo. Darren’s heart continued to throb.
“More,” Darren wrote. His heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath in, filling his hot body with cool air. His hands were trembling slightly. He felt so naughty, but so strangely excited. Lexi sent another photo, this time with her fingers curled around her erection. She was pulling the foreskin up over her tip.
“Do you want me to come for you?” Lexi asked.
“Please,” Darren wrote. He found himself staring at the photo with eyes that wouldn’t blink. Why was it so mesmerizing? Why was a photo of an erect penis not repulsive?
Lexi sent another photo, this time of her rear end. She had something black pressed into her asshole. “Sometimes I carry a vibrator in my purse,” she wrote. Darren forced a sharp breath in; he was worried that he would pass out if he didn’t force himself to breathe. The woman he’d been obse
ssed with for years was currently just a few rooms over, stroking her big erection with a vibrator shoved up her ass. And she was sending the photos to Darren of all people…
Darren found himself taking off his pants. He looked at the door to make sure it was properly locked. And then he pulled out his erection, which was already rock-hard and throbbing. With his trembling hand he did his best to snap a photo. He took a deep breath before sending it to Lexi. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” he wrote.
“I wish you were here so you could come in my mouth,” Lexi wrote. She sent a picture of her parted red lips. Darren squirmed. He wished he could have been in that bathroom with Lexi. He wished he could have had his cock between those beautiful plump lips. He would have done anything. He would have dropped to his knees and sucked her long, beautiful cock if that’s what she wanted.
“Show me your cock again,” Darren wrote.
She sent another photo of her cock. Her tip was now a shade of red. She wasn’t far from her climax. Darren hardly even noticed that he had his fingers curled around his member and he was beating himself off. He wasn’t far from an orgasm of his own.
He stared at that photo while the tingling between his legs became more and more intense. He bit down on his tongue hard. She sent another photo: of her cock, mid-orgasm. She was coming into the palm of her hand: a beautiful white pool of warm jizz. It was twenty seconds later when she sent another photo: her in front of the mirror, sucking the cum out from her hand. Then she sent another photo, of her tongue with the cum being cradled perfectly. Then one last photo: her tongue with nothing on it, because that cum was now inside her belly.
And that was enough for Darren. He ended up coming all over the bathroom counter—shooting as far as the mirror. He squirmed and groaned and then he cleaned it all up with wads of tissue paper—but not before sending Lexi a photo. “Good boy,” she wrote. “But you made me ruin my dress. How am I going to explain this?” She sent a photo of her dress, which had a small white cum stain on it.
“Say you spilt some piña colada,” Darren suggested.
“Too bad you couldn’t be here with me.”
“Agreed.”
Darren got himself straightened up and then he went back out to re-join the party. It was only a minute later when Lexi emerged from the bathroom. She scanned around and then her gaze stopped on Darren. She smiled and waved and then walked towards him. “Hey—sorry about that,” she said.
“No worries,” Darren said. He couldn’t help but look down at that stain, knowing it came from her perfect throbbing cock.
She laughed nervously. “I accidentally spilled some piña colada on myself,” she said.
“It happens,” Darren said. His heart was pounding. He wanted to tell her that he knew her secret. He wanted to tell her that he was really Duke, and that he was sorry for lying, and that he wanted to be with her… But he couldn’t bring any of those topics out into the open.
“I should probably be going,” Lexi said. “Last year I had the worst hangover of my life—I don’t want that again. I’ll see you at work on Monday.”
“See you,” Darren said with a smile. His heart fluttered and his lips parted as he tried one last time to come clean. He knew that he was only making things worse the longer he waited. But he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. He didn’t want to ruin the fun little thing he currently had going with her.
So he went home too, and found himself sitting alone on his bed, looking again through those saved photos on his phone, in that hidden folder. He still had a hard time believing they were real, and he had a harder time trying to figure out why he was so turned on by them. He’d never been attracted to cocks or trannies before—so why now? Why could he not stop staring at that series of photos, of Lexi jerking off and slurping up her own cum?
He found himself on his Tinder app, with his chat window open with Lexi. He wrote out a message. “Lexi, I need to come clean. There is no Duke. This is Darren, from the office. I made this fake account as an experiment and then I came across your profile. I didn’t mean to deceive you, and I hope I’m not breaking your heart.” He hovered his thumb over the send button, but he just couldn’t press it. His body froze up whenever he came close, and then he started to tremble.
There had to be another way…
CHAPTER VIII
Darren didn’t get around to sending that message that weekend. How could he? He had Lexi—the girl of his dreams—sending him photos the next morning of her laying in bed. “Wish you were here with me.” She had the covers barely covering her tits and barely covering her cock. “Why don’t you come over?”
“I’d love to but I’ve got a splitting headache,” Darren said. And then Lexi sent another photo of her on her back with her knees up to her chest. The camera was at the perfect angle to catch her erection and her puckering butthole.
“If that headache goes away, this is all yours,” she wrote. And Darren couldn’t help but picture himself on that bed with Lexi, holding her knees against her chest while he burrowed his cock into that tight asshole.
“I’ve heard that cum can cure the worst hangover,” Lexi said. And then she sent a close-up photo of her hot member. And Darren squirmed. He hated that he wasn’t in that room. All he wanted to do was stroke that cock and suck the cum out from her tip. But he knew that would never happen. He knew that there was no way to transition from his current position to being Lexi’s boyfriend.
And maybe he could have been Lexi’s boyfriend, had he not gone ahead and created Duke. Even if he killed Duke off, he couldn’t compete with his own creation. If he took Duke out of the picture and then asked Lexi out on a date as Darren, he knew there wouldn’t be the same sexual energy or excitement. He knew Lexi would constantly be thinking of what could have been. Duke was essentially the perfect man. The man probably spent eight hours a day in the gym—he was practically a Greek god. Darren was one hundred and sixty pounds on a good day, and most of that wasn’t muscle.
That Saturday, Darren went to the gym for the first time in his life. He brought his phone with him, so he could search online to see how to use the gym equipment. He was only there for twenty minutes before he was completely exhausted. He couldn’t figure out how men spent hours lifting weights. After just twenty minutes, his poor arms could hardly lift themselves.
That Sunday he woke up to another sexy photo from Lexi. His arms were throbbing with pain as he held his phone up to stare at the photo. She was in bed, on her side, blowing a kiss at the camera. Her beautiful tits were teasing the edge of the frame. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he wrote. And then she sent blushing emojis back.
And he regretted all the compliments. He regretted all of the jokes and all of the deep conversations. It was all just setting her up for disappointment and heartbreak. And it was making the real him seem less and less attractive… even though it was him.
The conversations were real. The jokes were his own. The compliments were genuine. Hell, even the dick-pics were actually pictures of his cock. The only falsities were the profile photos—and the name. It was Sunday afternoon when Darren finally gathered the courage to fix the mess he’d made. “Hey Lexi, I need to tell you something,” he wrote. He didn’t wait for her to reply before he said what he needed to say. He had momentum and he didn’t want to lose it. “My name isn’t actually Duke.”
It was a minute before she replied. “So what’s your real name?” she asked.
“I can’t tell you yet,” he said. “I wish I could say why, but I just can’t right now.”
She sent a laughing emoji. “I thought you were going to tell me that you didn’t want to chat with me anymore,” she said. “I don’t care if your name isn’t Duke. But I need to call you something…”
“Just call me D,” Darren said.
“Okay, D. It doesn’t have the same ring to it, but I’ll get used to it.”
Darren felt a massive wave of relief. He was a small step closer to coming clean with Lexi
. It was a small victory, but he still didn’t know how he was going to break the news to he that all of the profile pictures were false—or that he was actually Darren from her office.
* * *
A new guy was slated to start work at the office on Monday. They cleared out one of the cubicles between Darren and Lexi to make room for him. Everyone spent the morning gossiping about rumours they’d heard: where the new guy came from and what happened the guy who held that desk before. Apparently he’d been fired for trying to sleep with the CEO’s daughter at the Christmas party. Darren didn’t even know the CEO or the CEO’s daughter were at the Christmas party.
It was around 10:00 AM when Darren’s phone buzzed with another Tinder message from Lexi. “Thinking of you,” she wrote. “We really need to meet soon. No more excuses.”
“Soon,” Darren said.
“How soon?” she asked.
“Hopefully very soon,” Darren said.
Lexi sent Darren a cute photo from her desk. And then she sent a second photo of her cock under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Darren found himself casually and cautiously leaning back in his chain, trying to see Lexi from his desk. She was wearing a short skirt—it was a brave choice not to wear any panties.
“So sexy,” Darren wrote.
And then Lexi sent another photo, this time with her knees up. She had that black vibrator in her ass. “How long will it take me to come?” she asked.
“Your naughty,” Darren wrote. And then he looked over again at Lexi, who was still sitting inconspicuously at her desk. One of the bosses walked up to her and asked her about a file. She casually answered. But Darren could see that her cheeks were a shade of red. There was a vibrator buzzing in her ass, stimulating her prostate, bringing her closer and closer to an amazing climax.
Once the boss walked away, Darren’s phone buzzed again. “Oh my God, I’m getting close,” she said. She sent another photo. Now she had a condom on her cock, to stop herself from ruining her skirt and her chair and the underside of her work desk.
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