No competition!

When Tyler forgot it was his girlfriend Jane's birthday and left her to celebrate it by herself at her favorite bar while she was going through a rough time, the last thing he expected was to wake up to a breakup text. It was short and to the point, telling Tyler she'd found someone else, who didn't take her love for granted. The sudden end to their relationship was like a sucker punch, rocking Tyler's world. At 26 years old, Jane was Tyler's first and only girlfriend, who he'd dated for six years. Tyler had thought he made Jane the happiest woman on earth during that time, but her sudden departure from his life said otherwise. While the breakup hurt Tyler deeply, it was the unknown reason why that hurt even more.

Jane was a stunning 5'7 redhead with an elegant, slender body with subtle curves and large breasts. With the number of men that flirted with her, Jane could've had anyone but choose Tyler as her boyfriend, who was the exact opposite of the masculine stud people thought she dated. Tyler was short, standing at 5'4, with long blonde hair that he kept in a bun to appear more manly. His eyes were a rich baby blue and complimented the freckles on his face, which had been blemish-free for as long as he could remember. A small button nose, high cheekbones, and luscious lips that were naturally glossed all formed a face so pretty that Tyler was regularly mistaken for a woman.

While Tyler's face was pretty, even more so than Jane's, his body made it next to impossible for people to see him as a man. Tyler's upper body was slender and petite, like a swimmer's, but his chest was puffy, making it appear like he had small A-cup breasts. His torso tapered off as it got closer to his waist but exploded into wide child-bearing hips that seductively swayed side to side when he walked. Further down, Tyler had a pair of thick thighs that wrapped around to form a perky bubble butt so fat and soft that it gave a standing ovation whenever he ran.

Tyler's penis also suffered from his lack of masculinity. It was pathetically tiny, standing at 3 inches when fully erect and paired with testicles that were average in both their size and seminal output. Yet, for all his shortcomings and thick, hyper-feminine appearance, Tyler was still the most cocky person most people ever met. His cockiness started as a harmless way to deal with the bullies he'd faced when he was younger but spiraled out of control once he entered adulthood. It turned into an overinflated ego that made him a know-it-all who could do no wrong. That mentality only worsened once he started dating Jane since she was the one who asked him out. She had mistaken his cockiness for confidence, but it was only after they started dating did she see the real Tyler.

He was a feminine man who prioritized himself over the relationship and lacked any ambition to achieve greatness. The type of man who cared little for Jane's interest but expected her to pick up his. However, Tyler's worst trait was selfishness, which was nowhere more visible than when they were intimate. Tyler focused only on his pleasure, often skipping foreplay and only doing it when Jane practically begged him to and would frequently make sly remarks about how his girlfriend didn't get wet enough. Once they were in the heat of things, Tyler would thrust his tiny penis into Jane and ignore her request to pleasure her in ways that would be enjoyable for both of them. He'd only last 2-3 minutes tops, blowing his small, watery load, before leaving Jane to finish herself off, believing he'd masterfully done so already.

Tyler's cockiness and pride deflected responsibility, refusing to accept that he was the problem. Instead, they made him believe that Jane would ditch whoever was temporarily filling his shoes and return to him. So whenever Tyler's friends, who were actually coworkers who didn't like him but couldn't avoid him, asked why they hadn't seen Jane stop by the shop to bring him lunch like usual, he simply said she was busy. However, after a few months without a single text from Jane, Tyler finally realized she wasn't returning him, and for the first time since he was a boy, he felt alone.

In Tyler's own deluded way of thinking, he still loved Jane and began thinking of a way to win her back. As a barista at a local coffee shop whose entire paycheck went toward paying the rent of his dingy apartment, buying an expensive gift was out of his means. He recalled how Jane loved to read poetry and tried his hand at making a poem for her, but each attempt came out more horrendous than the last. Nothing came to mind until he glanced at his art supplies in the corner of his room. While Tyler had no desire to go back to college and get a well-paying job, like Jane had encouraged him to, the paintings he anonymously submitted to exhibits were slowly building a following.

Being a successful painter had been Tyler's dream since childhood, but it was a dream he had never shared with anyone. Everyone he shared his passion with growing up laughed at his aspirations of becoming a world-famous painter. It was why he hid his art supplies whenever Jane came over and was the cause of many arguments since she could tell he was hiding something. Sharing his secret passion with Jane was the only way Tyler could think of winning her back, and there was no better choice than a portrait of the woman he loved.

For the next couple of months, Tyler tirelessly worked on his portrait of Jane, using his favorite photo of her that he'd taken when she wasn't paying attention as a basis. Every second of Tyler's free time was dedicated to what was quickly becoming his masterpiece. If he wasn't working, he was painting, and it had reached the point where he would occasionally pull an all-nighter in front of his canvas. Unfortunately, Tyler's lack of sleep led to him making a catastrophic mistake that would cost him everything.

It had been nearly a year since Jane had left, but after several months of hard work, Tyler had finished his portrait of her. It was just past three in the morning, and with heavy eyes that could barely remain open, Tyler hobbled into his kitchen to make a sandwich. He grabbed the peanut butter from the cabinet and put two slices of bread in the toaster before sitting on the couch. A couch that was very soft and comfortable, causing Tyler to drift away into the much-needed sleep he'd been depriving himself of. He dreamt of Jane and how she'd smile at him whenever she brought him lunch at the cafe. Tyler sat across from her, and the two began reminiscing when he suddenly began to feel hot.

Jane's voice began fading away, and the smell of smoke soon filled the air. Tyler's eyes slowly opened, and he groggily looked around the room before his eyes burst open upon seeing the inferno his apartment had turned into. The bread in the toaster was on fire, and those flames had spread to the cabinet above it, engulfing the kitchen. Tyler's flight or fight instincts kicked in, and he nearly made a dash for the door but stopped once he remembered what was in his bedroom. Ignoring his basic survival instincts, Tyler ran into his bedroom and grabbed the canvas, covering it in a protective plastic covering.

However, in the few seconds it took him to do so, the flames spread and blocked his path to the front door. Luckily, Tyler quickly reacted and used the iron that Jane had bought him, which he had never used, to break the window. He climbed onto the fire escape and thanked God for placing him on the second floor instead of the penthouse he'd fantasized about having. Descending the escape while carrying the portrait wasn't easy, and it slowed Tyler down enough for him to get swallowed by the plume of smoke coming from his window. With watery eyes and lungs that were repeatedly clearing themselves of foreign contaminants, Tyler managed to make it to the sidewalk below, where firefighters ushered him into an ambulance.

While Tyler was lucky to come out of the fiery inferno that used to be his dingy apartment without any injuries, the paramedics brought him to the hospital aways to make sure he was okay. Once there, Tyler was looked at by a doctor, who quickly cleared him after determining he had only suffered from mild smoke inhalation. As Tyler sat in the examination room, the weight of what had just transpired hit him, and he quietly sobbed once he realized he was now homeless.

However, it was when he was at his lowest that a familiar voice called his name.

"Tyler?"

"H-Huh?"

Tyler's head snapped to his left, where he saw Jane standing in the doorway. He immediately wiped his tears away, not wanting her to see him in such a vulnerable state. Tyler had forgotten to remove Jane as his emergency contact, which was why she had come to the hospital. She was in the middle of her workout when she got the call from the hospital, and while a majority of her told her not to come, a small part of her still cared about her ex-boyfriend. After quickly confirming that Tyler was alright, she was ready to excuse herself but stopped once she saw the painting. Jane had never seen such attention to detail before and instantly knew it had taken months of arduous work to complete such a fine work of art. She looked at Tyler, ready to ask him who the artist was, but was shocked when she saw the various paint smudges on his hands and clothes.

'He...He made this?'

Curious Jane dragged a chair over to Tyler, who hadn't said a word, and quietly took in the sight of the woman he still loved. Jane sat in front of him and cleared her throat before starting the first conversation they had had in over a year.

"What happened?"

"I ugh...I dunno. I was asleep, and when I woke up, fire was everywhere."

"Well...you're fine, which is all that matters."

"H-Hehe, yeah."

Jane glanced at the portrait of herself in her hands before looking at Tyler's paint-covered one, which he tried to wipe clean upon seeing her staring at them.

"I...I didn't know you paint."

"N-Nobody does. It's something I keep to myself."

"Why? This portrait is amazing. You're really good."

"You...You mean that?"

Jane managed to maintain a stoic expression but was secretly shocked when she saw Tyler wipe the tears that left his pretty blue eyes away. In all of their six years together, she'd never seen Tyler emotional before, and it was the first hint that let her know he might have changed. She subtly looked him over and saw the same gorgeous, feminine man she'd fallen in love with, but his eyes, even in their teary state, still had the arrogant shine she'd come to hate. It was Tyler's turn to speak, and after seeing Jane again, the first thing that came out of his mouth was the most basic of observations that all men took.

"You...You look good."

"Thank you. My girlfriend and I work out together at home."

"G-Girlfriend? I...I didn't know you..."

"Liked women? Well...she's...different. Her name's Rose."

"Does she ugh...Hehe, make you laugh like I did?"

Jane's stoic expression became cold once she realized Tyler was trying to win her back, and it annoyed her so much that she gave her ex-boyfriend a cruel answer.

"She doesn't make me cry like you did, that's for sure. Unless you count the amazing sex we have a couple of times a day. It's impossible not to, with how hard Rose makes me cum!!"

A smirk formed on Jane's face once she saw Tyler's defeated look, but it quickly vanished once he did the unthinkable.

"T-That's good. I'm...I'm ugh...I'm sorry, Jane."

"Y-You're...sorry?"

"Yeah. F-For everything. I know it doesn't make up for six years of my bullshit."

"It doesn't, but continue!"

"You were an amazing girlfriend, and I...I took that for granted. I...I still love you, but...I can take a hint from your last answer that you're over me. I'm...*SNIFFLE*...I'm okay, so you can go. I'll take your number off my emergency contact list so you never have to see me again."

Jane was stunned. The old Tyler would've fought the world before apologizing, let alone reflecting on his faults. There was also the portrait. The time and dedication it took to complete such a beautiful piece proved that Tyler could commit to something if he truly wanted to. Rose was an upgrade from Tyler in every way, in some areas, so much so that it felt like an insult to her girlfriend even to compare the two, but she couldn't deny the truth. A part of Jane still loved Tyler, but the six hurtful years of emotional pain she suffered while dating him was still fresh in her mind, and while it was clear he'd changed, she could still see the old him when she looked into his eyes.

Rose was also her girlfriend, and Jane had no intention of leaving her for Tyler, but then an idea came to her. She scanned Tyler from head to toe more thoroughly than before and bit her lips once she saw his fat bubble butt squish out beneath him.

'Mmm, his ass is still so fat and perky. Rose like's to get rough during sex, but she holds back for me, and she likes ass more than tits, too. Maybe...'

Tyler could see Jane eyeing his wide hips and big butt, wondering what was going through her mind. Suddenly, Jane jumped to her feet and excitedly clapped, startling Tyler before giving him the good news.

"Okay, listen up, Tyler!"

"What is it?"

"You want me back, and I won't lie by telling you I don't love you anymore."

"S-So...You want to get back together? Because if you do, I can promise you I've changed."

"I can see that. You've made some good progress, but...it's not enough. Not to forget everything you did and how badly you treated me."

"But things'll be different this time, I swear!"

"Oh, they will be. This is how we're going to move forward. You're gonna stay with me and Rose this weekend because I know you don't have anywhere to go."

"Thank..."

"Don't thank me yet!"

"Why?"

"Because you're gonna earn your keep while proving you're worth a second chance. First, you'll do the chores around the apartment, and I mean all of them!"

"Okay!"

"Second, you'll do whatever Rose says. You disobey a single thing she tells you, and your fat bubble butt is out the door, got it?"

"Tch, fine."

"Lastly,..."

"Awe, c'mon, Jane. There's more? I'll prove I've changed, but this is a bit..."

"Shut up and listen. I want you to start taking your painting seriously. You're a really good painter, Tyler and it'd be a shame to let your talent go to waste. I don't know why you hid something you're obviously so passionate about from me, but I want you to pursue it. That's it, that's all I'm asking. You follow those three rules while proving you've changed, and I promise they'll be a place for you in my life. It won't be what you expect, but we'll be together again. Deal?"

Tyler shed a few tears after hearing how supportive Jane was of his dream. It was the first time anyone who learned about his passion didn't mock him for it, and sensing that; Jane gave Tyler a loving hug. It was their first embrace in over a year, and it was electric for Tyler, who'd dreamed of that exact moment ever since Jane left. He wasn't a fan of having to obey orders like a servant, especially from Jane's girlfriend Rose, but if it meant getting her back, then it was something he'd suck up and deal with.

"Y-Yeah, we have a deal!"

"Good. Let's go home and get you cleaned up."

Tyler got down off the examination table, causing his juicy booty to jiggle like jello, and walked out of the room with Jane closely behind him. Her eyes instantly locked onto his large, shapely rear and felt warmth rush down to her nether regions. Rose had a lot to handle, and even after a year, Jane hadn't been able to accept everything her girlfriend had to give, but Tyler was more durable since he was a man. He also had exactly what Rose loved, and Jane knew that the only way for Tyler to change entirely was to rid him of the masculinity that fueled his cockiness. Change was hard and could be brutal, but it would be even more so with the method Jane had in mind. Tyler needed to be transformed into something more feminine and submissive, and Rose's massive tool was perfect for the job.

While Jane still loved Tyler, she did partially resent him for all the years of emotional abuse and neglect she suffered with him, which was why she was looking forward to his forced transformation. It was payback but was also what Tyler needed to become a better person, and her pussy quivered when she imagined the face her previous lover would make as her new one made him experience the pleasures of womanhood.

[A Lover's Determination]

Tyler smiled as he watched Jane place her keys into the front door's lock. The last time he had been in her home was when they were together, and now that he was back, he was determined to evict the woman sleeping in his spot beside Jane. While he had changed, his arrogant mindset was still very much present, and it convinced him that no woman could pleasure Jane better than he could, regardless of her comment back at the hospital. Jane opened the door, and as Tyler walked in, he was momentarily stunned by how much the place had changed. Everything was either black or one of its various shades, and there were even a few decorative skulls spread throughout the living room. Tyler then looked at Jane, and he wasn't sure how he didn't notice it earlier, but she had also changed.

Jane wore all-black workout gear and even had some black makeup on, but what truly surprised him were her tattoos. The old Jane was never a fan of them and swore she'd never get any, but Tyler was able to count four different tattoos on her. Jane, who once gave off warm, girl-next-door vibes, had become a smoking hot goth babe, and Tyler was all for it. She turned around to show Tyler where he would be staying and rolled her eyes in annoyance once she saw the cocky way he was eyeing her. Tyler followed Jane down the hall, where she stopped by the bathroom. What sounded like a firehose spraying into the toilet echoed through the bathroom door, and Tyler looked at Jane with a mixture of confusion and shock. Jane grinned before opening the door slightly and speaking to Rose, who she knew Tyler thought was merely a placeholder for him.

"Hey, babe! How was the rest of your workout?"

"Alright, I did some cardio. Gotta keep that stamina high."

"You still got some energy for me later."

"Oh, yeah! I've always got time for that tight pussy, Jane!"

"I can't wait! By the way, I brought someone home. Meet us in the guest bedroom, and make sure you wear something tight to show off that monster. I want him to see how big you are and understand what he's trying to compete with."

"Him? You brought a guy home? They're useless. Why'd you bring one home?"

"This one's different. I know you'll like him once you see how...blessed he is."

"I doubt it, but you've definitely piqued my interest. I'll meet you guys in a minute."

Jane closed the door and eyed Tyler's crotch, making him confidently smile, but Jane snickered before telling him to follow her. She led Tyler to the guest bedroom, the only one in the house that appeared to have remained the same since his last visit. The room was small, mirroring the size of a college dorm room, but it was still better than sleeping on the streets. Jane opened the closet and riffled through it, tossing some clothes onto the bed next to Tyler.

"Put those on."

"What? But those are..."

"I know what they are, Tyler. Your clothes reek of smoke, and since you've got nothing to your name, you'll have to settle for my old clothes."

"You mean I gotta wear a girl's clothes while I'm here?"

"Makeup and pigtails, too!"

"You can't be serious, Jane?"

"You're welcome to leave at any time. But if you do, you're on your own, and you'll never see me again. So choose, me or your pride and the streets?"

"I...Ugh, fine. I'll wear the stupid clothes...just...promise you won't tell anyone."