My first made me a femboy

I'm sure it was something that was going to turn me on before it started but the first man I was ever with had his own desires for me. I had no idea all the places it would go but I loved all of it.

My best friend moved into an apartment building in a quieter side of the city we grew up in. She had just graduated and would be starting college in the fall. I was a year behind her and so excited to have a place to hide away during the summer.
After a few weeks I kept noticing an older guy in the lobby and entry ways. He was handsome, tall with a broad chest, and looked like he did pretty well for himself. He would notice me and smile but not look too long.
I had a feeling he thought I was cute. I had really been coming into myself at that age, not a Twink but a more gentile body. I had been pursuing dance and ballet at the time and being one of the few guys in my dance group I had to be able to lift and hold other dancers frequently.

One morning after crashing at my friends place, I was on my way out and we ran into each other on the elevator. The door to the elevator opens and there he was with a gym bag. My heart beat out of my chest for a moment before he said hello. He asked me if I lived there and I told him about my friend. He ask if she was my girlfriend and I almost laughed but explained and started to feel a little excited. I really wanted to tell him I wasn't into girls.