For years now, Tails has been insecure about his figure. The slimness of his waist, the perkiness of his ass. He looked in the mirror and all he could see was a girl. And for years, he only ever felt shame for his petite body and lack of masculinity. Sure, he was intelligent, but when push came to shove, it was people like Sonic and Knuckles that people looked up to. He was just an extra.
So what changed? One day, hanging out at home and browsing the web, he came across a particular website: . He couldn't tell you what he searched up that led him there, but it featured some of the cutest girls he had ever seen. Until one image struck his heart.
A bunny girl, about as old as he was, scantily clad in a tube top and a miniskirt. Other than that, she also wore thigh highs and a collar that boldly said: SLUT. Tails looked at her hungrily, his hand reaching down to his unimpressive pecker and stroking it with only his thumb and two other fingers.
He kept looking at her, image after image, in suggestive poses and outfits. Until—
"Wait, is that . . ."
Tails looked closer beneath the skirt, practically glared at the thin string-like panties, and saw a bulge.
"Is that a boy?" he gasped.
No longer pleasuring himself, Tails examined further, finding a tiny bump between the bunny girl's legs in so many other of her posts. Tails' heart raced, eyes darting, until they reached the settings. There, he found that safe-search was on. He turned it off, refreshed the page, and his mind was blown.
The bunny girl was no girl. She was . . . She was like him. A boy. Slim. Perky . . . and perfect. Tails found the bunny boy's nudes and scanned every inch of his body like his life depended on it. His cute, round bottom. His flat chest and perky nipples. His adorably small pecker, uncircumcised and pink.
He found videos as well of bunny boy playing with toys. Sticking large dildos into his asshole, rubbing his little penis with vibrators, even putting clamps on his nipples. The videos would go on forever, as bunny boy would edge himself to death before climaxing.
Tails has never been so enamored by such a being, much less a male. He wasn't sure how long he sat there watching bunny boy. He wasn't sure how many other crossdressing boys he looked after. All afternoon, and later into the night, he kept stroking himself, eyes glued to the screen of beautiful beta boys. And with each wet tissue he threw into the trash can, he only had one thought in his head.
"I'm so jealous."