Chapter 1: Prologue
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Maya buried her head in her hands.
“Girls, please- “
“No, I’m done.” Sasha huffed. “I quit.”
“Me too!” Rosa threw her mic down.
“Good riddance.” And Mary stormed off.
And that was the end of the Treble Trio.
They had been her magnum opus. So many amazing songs, so many adoring fans, so many awards won. But tensions had been running high between them, and it seemed like this practise would be their last.
Why wouldn’t she just try and convince them to stay, you may ask? Because it would never work. She had repeated the cycle over and over and over again. She would form a group, they would have a Golden Age and be the top group in the country, then they would have arguments that, no matter what she did, she could not reconcile. And they would break up.
She had tried everything. Boy bands, girl groups, all Latina groups, all East Asian groups, everything under the sun. But she just couldn’t escape this damn cycle.
Oh, how was she going to explain this to the higher ups?
She stood. Well, that was that. Might as well go home, maybe get a coffee on the way, and deal with the reckoning tomorrow.
…
Sitting on her couch, drinking black coffee (She had no clue why she loved it so much but she did), and trying to pass the time. The nervousness for tomorrow was crushing, and even watching her favourite shows, or listening to music didn’t help.
It wasn’t just the fact that she had lost yet another group. She had cared about those girls; they were like her own daughters. But it was clear it wasn’t enough. And now she would probably never see them again.
All she could do at that point was doomscroll. She opened up TikTok and scrolled and scrolled and scrolled.
Until she saw something. A video. One that changed everything.
It was a femboy.
Yes, it sounds stupid, but that’s what it was.
Maya had thought it was a girl for a second, and so began questioning if she liked women. After all, wow. Then she looked at the caption and saw it was a boy. So, she was straight then, OK.
But a notable thing was the comments. Everyone was going insane.
Men and women alike both seemed to love it, making some very inappropriate comments. So, people liked femboys, then? The search was ‘Big booty femboys’, which kind of weirded her out, but despite herself Maya clicked on it.
Beginning to scroll under that search, she saw more and more videos. And more and more comments that only made it more and more obvious what the general opinion on them was.
For the first time in a while, Maya began to smile.
She had an idea.
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“Maya Adams, what is this, the seventeenth time one of your groups has broken up?”
It was one of her bosses. They were in a meeting to discuss… recent events. There was a floor to ceiling window which gave a view of the whole city, and a large table at which all of the higher ups in the agency sat.
“Yes, yes, it is.” Maya nodded.
Her boss, Simon Jackson, massaged his temples. “At this rate, I’m thinking of just giving up on bands altogether.”
Some nods.
“Before you do that,” Maya began, “Listen to my pitch.”
“Really?” Ruby Beauregarde said. “What could you propose that’s so unique this time?”
Maya stood, pulling up her presentation. “Glad you asked. So, one of the key elements of a pop band is being attractive, correct? Anyone can sing or make music, but the biggest pop groups usually have attractive members.”
Everyone nodded.
“So, I have an idea. Femboys.”
Silence. A small cough, and a suppressed laugh.
“M – Maya Adams,” Jackson was clearly struggling not to laugh. “Are you being serious?”
“Well of course.” Maya nodded. “Feminine men is a serious thing for some people. An idea tapped but never really brought to the fullest.” She flipped the slides, showing some screenshots of comments on various posts, and even some posts from people discussing such things.
Beauregarde frowned. “Adams, respectfully, do you really believe this would work?”
Maya nodded again, more fervently this time. “Just look. People clearly love them, it’s just seen as a little less societally acceptable. ‘Straight’ men love them, straight women love them, gay men love them, some gay women love them, it can be marketed to anyone!”
Jackson leaned forwards. “Hm. Interesting point. But I doubt it’ll be enough. How would this not end up the same as all of your other groups?”
“Because I guarantee this group will win the Star awards.”
Now that got their attention. The Star awards were pretty much the biggest competition for pop star groups in the world. Groups travel from continent to continent, each round in a different country holding its own mini competition to chose which group would be eliminated.
Maya had participated every single time it had been held. It happened every five years, of course. And she had never gotten past the semi – finals.
But this was a guarantee. A promise. And Maya never broke those.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“And you understand this is your last chance, that if you fail this time, we will fire and replace you?”
Maya gulped. “Yes.”
“Well, does anyone object?”
Beauregarde raised her hand, but no one else did.
“Hmph, fine.”
“Well then, Adams, we will be giving you one last chance.” Jackson said. “When will you be holding auditions?”
“I won’t.”
More silence.
“Adams, what do you- “
“I’ll go out and scout out the femboys myself.”
Beauregarde ever so subtly rolled her eyes.
Maya sat and took a swig of black coffee. She had a chance. She needed to pick the best femboys for the job.
No pressure.
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For Archie, it had all started with a bet.
You see, Archie, or, ‘Archibald’, as his parents named him, was a Latino boy born in California.
Archie was always pretty androgynous. With a slim physique, a pretty caked up behind, and a pretty snatched waist, as well as long eyelashes and pretty long shiny black hair. He was short too, at 5’’2, which people constantly made fun of him for. He had been misgendered a lot throughout his life, since a lot of people thought he was a girl.
Archie was seventeen at the time. He had a pretty solid group of friends, and was your standard boy. He was doing well in school, didn’t attend any clubs, he was just average.
It was when he was on call with his friends that the bet was made.
“Bro, you’re not that strong.” His friend, Marcus, had been saying. “You couldn’t beat me in an arm wrestle if you tried.”
“I could.” Archie could not. He wasn’t the most athletic. But he hated when people made fun of it.
“Fine, bet. Tomorrow, we’ll arm wrestle at lunch. Whoever loses…”
“Has to come into school in a dress for a week.” Their other friend, Tobias, suggested, prompting laughter from most of the boys on call.
“Easy. See you then.”
…
If you can’t tell, Archie lost the bet. Badly. He just couldn’t get Marcus’ hand down, no matter how much strength he used.
“Go on bro, try. Get my hand down.” Marcus was taunting him now.
And soon enough, the other boy got bored and slammed Archie’s hand down on the table.
“Well, that’s that.” Marcus grinned.
“Can’t wait for tomorrow.” Tobias joked.
And Archie just sat there. Damn it. Why was he so small and weak?
And now he would only be mocked more.
…
Shopping for dresses was actually surprisingly fun. His whole life, Archie had never considered actually wearing one. But now that he had to, it actually seemed interesting. There were so many types and options. He could understand why girls were obsessed with them.
And, luckily for him, he had the body of a girl, so he could actually find dresses that would fit him.
He knew he was supposed to be miserable, but damn. Trying them on in the changing rooms, he actually felt pretty excited. Wait, no, what was he thinking? He was a boy. Right?
…
The next week was torture. The dress wasn’t the problem, his friends were. They took every opportunity to mock Archie. After all, he had proved that not only was he incredibly weak, but that he looked good in a dress too. His friends consistently belittled him, and asked if he was trans.
He did actually think about it. But no, he didn’t think he was. He knew he was a boy, through and through. But this whole dress fiasco had thrown him for a loop.
Online, however, he had found out about femboys. And wow. That was him. Not literally, obviously, but he thought he had figured it out. He would be a femboy.
He didn’t know how others would react to it though, so he kept it under wraps. Secretly purchasing dresses and skirts, wearing very subtle nail polish, wearing makeup in secret, the whole nine yards.
Soon enough, he made an alt TikTok account. He blocked all of his friends and family so they couldn’t see it, and began posting on there.
He did pretty well, not horribly but he didn’t go viral either. But people definitely loved how he looked.
But one day, he was just doomscrolling through TikTok, when he noticed a message request.
From one Maya Adams.
…
Yung had never exactly hated his femininity.
He didn’t really lean into it, but he didn’t act masculine either.
Yung was South Korean, and raised there too. His family wanted him to be pretty masculine, but he didn’t too much about gender roles or anything.
What he cared about was art. He loved drawing. It was amazing.
He spent most of his time drawing. And if he saw someone especially pretty, he drew them.
Obviously, having a not incredibly masculine hobby didn’t improve his image. After all, he always looked very feminine. He had a pretty, androgynous face, and long, glossy jet – black hair, with a pretty thin girly build, besides his pillow thighs. He had pretty large pecs for a boy too, which his family attributed to puberty.
He didn’t consider being a femboy until he was nineteen. He had come back from military service, where he had gained practically zero muscle somehow. He was drawing in his room when his little sister came in.
“Yung, can I practise my makeup on you?”
“Why?”
“Because I need to!”
“…OK.”
Yung had never had makeup on before, and had never expected to look good with it. But when his sister tried it on him, he saw just how striking he looked.
“Ugh! No fair! You’re prettier!”
“Hm…” Looking in the mirror, Yung considered doing a self – portrait.
He took a selfie so he could draw it. Then he decided to post it, just for fun.
The comments rolled in, and some Americans commented too. They called him a ‘femboy’. What was that?
He looked it up, and began to learn about it.
Interesting…
Being a femboy didn’t seem too bad. Just to test the waters, he bought a skirt and tried it on.
That’s when he knew.
He took a picture of himself, and posted it online. Even more comments rolled in, a lot of which complimenting him, and a lot thirsting and saying dirty things.
Then he got a message request.
“Who is ‘Maya Adams’?”
…
Lono had the biggest tits in school.
This was notable because Lono was male.
A boy of Samoan descent, raised in New Zealand, Lono had looked feminine from the day he was born. Long lashes, a pretty, feminine face, smooth amber skin, inky black hair, plump thighs, a pretty big bubble butt, and obviously, his rack.
36H. Yup. He was 36H. He had tried measuring once, just out of curiosity.
Now, growing up with such… assets, was a struggle. Getting men’s clothing that would fit him was a chore, so he just wore women’s shirts. He really didn’t want to wear a bra, but by age sixteen his back was practically screaming for help, so he had to. He tried keeping it under wraps that he wore one, but it was hard. Most girls could tell, even if he managed to keep it from his male friends.
Doctors had told him it was gynaecomastia, that it was a hormonal imbalance, that it was just puberty, that he needed to change his lifestyle, all sorts of explanations.
But now he was nineteen. And he still had them.
He was shopping, just looking for a shirt. He was in the women’s section, as per usual, looking for something that would fit.
“Hello, ma’am!”
It was a worker there.
“Ma’am?”
“Yes, is there a problem?”
He sighed. No point in explaining, it would take too long. “No, there isn’t.”
“OK, well, would you like some recommendations for tops?”
“OK.”
She ended up recommending a halter wrap top. It looked pretty, so he was interested. It actually fit, Lono noticed. And so, he decided to buy it. Why not? It wasn’t that weird. It was just clothes; they don’t have gender. Usually, he tried covering up his tits, but he felt adventurous that day.
Going home, he took a few selfies, and sent them to one of his female friends.
She called him a ‘femboy’ and told him to post it online. He did, and got a really positive reception Wow. Should he do this more often?
Then he got a message request.
Maya Adams?
…
Kumi had a massive ass.
That had always just been a fact of the Ghanaian boy’s life. That whenever he walked, it would bounce and jiggle.
He was raised in Britain, so it was usually cold enough for him to dress covering up. But there wasn’t much he could do to hide his dumptruck. His friends joked about it all the time, and people always stared as he walked past. His friends always told him to own it, but he didn’t get why.
For a long while in Kumi’s life, he had thought he was trans. He admired all of the femboys he saw online, and the trans girls, and just assumed he fell into the later category. He hadn’t even considered that he was very feminine as a boy.
He had been too scared to talk about it with anyone, though. His parents were pretty strict, so he pretty much just kept it under wraps.
Another thing his parents didn’t like was how naturally feminine he looked. An androgynous, feminine face, with a button nose, very plump lips, espresso skin, wide hips, and huge thunder thighs with, yes, a whole bakery in the behind. He also had pretty large tits for a guy too. He refused to cut his hair, and at some point, his mom just agreed to braid it. It fell below his shoulders when she did.
His parents also didn’t like his, uh, lack of… intelligence. He had the brain power of Karen Smith. People called him a ditz for a reason. He spaced out a lot, and could not pay attention in class to save his life.
And now he was seventeen. He was in PE (Gym class) and was looking for his shorts in his PE kit.
If he didn’t find them, he might get a detention! “Hey, can I borrow your shorts?” He asked one of the boys in his group. He didn’t have many male friends.
“Nah, mate. Don’t think mine will you fit you anyways.”
“Aw.” Kumi didn’t realise the boy was making fun of him. He dumped out the contents of his kit but no, it wasn’t there.
Instead, he just went to the lost property basket, and took a random pair of sports shorts. Easy. He put it out, and went onto the field.
Everyone stared.
Then came the comments.
Even his female friends made fun of it, calling them ‘booty shorts’, and calling him a femboy.
“I guess I can change…”
“No, how else would I see your nice legs?”
Everyone laughed.
“Yeah, if you change, we won’t be able to see your huge cake.”
Someone took a picture, causing more laughs.
“Oh, OK.”
What Kumi didn’t know was that the girl who took a photo ended up posting it online. People on the Internet did what people on the Internet do, and quickly found his TikTok account.
They then began to bombard his comments and DMs with various comments that basically boiled down to ‘Become a femboy’. They tagged other popular femboys, and made comments like ‘All roads lead to Rome’ or ‘He’ll crack eventually’.
One day, Kumi was just chilling on his bed, scrolling, when he got a message request.
“Maya Adams? Ooh…”
…
Gabriel didn’t intend to be a femboy.
He was just born with a feminine build. A boy of Polish descent, who spent most of his early life in Poland before moving to Canada when he was around ten, no matter what he wore, people would call him a femboy.
With all of his fat in his lower body (which wasn’t much), the face of a Disney princess, skin the colour of fresh snow, and glossy brunette locks, he would always look like a girl.
So, he just didn’t really care about it much. He wore whatever, did whatever, it really didn’t matter to him. Why did what people thought matter? People called him apathetic and criticised him for being so relaxed all the time, but he just didn’t care.
It was complete chance that changed his life, really.
“Hey, Gabriel!”
It was one of his friends, Michal.
“Yeah.”
“Wanna go buy some instant noodle at the gas station?”
“K. Sure.”
They were shopping, when he noticed some girls filming a TikTok dance there.
They were right in front of the flavour he wanted. He really didn’t want to cause any conflict, but whatever. He just slipped in, trying not to photobomb, or, well, video bomb, snatched up the noodles, and left. Simple.
Really, Gabriel just wanted to live a normal life. Without being stopped by people or stared at because he was pretty, or kicked out of the men’s bathroom, or getting bullied.
He didn’t know that people saw him in the background of the TikTok, and most of the comments were about him. The girls ended up turning off comments in annoyance, but it was too late.
The internet did what the internet does, and found him. Now, Gabriel, didn’t have a TikTok, but his sister did. So, people talked to her, begging her to try and get him to make an account.
And one day, his sister knocked on his bedroom door.
“Yes?”
“Um, there’s someone who wants to contact you.”
“Who?”
“It says… Maya Adams?”
…
Jai was raised in a home with all men. He went with his dad in the divorce, who lived with his uncles, and brothers. They lived in Los Angeles, but were an Indian family.
So, based on his upbringing, you would expect Jai to be the most masculine boy of all time.
And whilst he did have some traditionally ‘male’ interests, he was doomed from the start if he wanted to be a ‘normal’ teenage boy.
With the build of your standard OnlyFans girl, and the prettiest, girliest face in the neighbourhood, Jai was always going to be seen as girly. He had caramel skin which was naturally soft.
His whole life, he had kind of leaned into it. He was a femboy, plain and simple. He didn’t go by ‘femboy’, he went by ‘tomgirl’. But those were just semantics. He was a femboy.
He was subtle with it, he didn’t want his dad finding out and saying something, but he did cross – dress. Clear nail polish, women’s tops and awfully short shorts, keeping his ebony locks as long as he could. He loved disobeying his dad, sneaking out to parties where he made out with randoms. Who it was didn’t matter; he just loved the rush of it.
The second Jai was old enough, he moved out. Then he went crazy with the cross – dressing. He narrowed down his most attractive features to his tits and ass, and so wore outfits that accentuated them. He wore all the makeup he wanted, painted his nails flashy colours, anything he felt like.
He also went out partying every night, getting drunk and pretty much getting ran through and pegged by anyone he could find. He became a bit of a party animal. And, for lack of a kinder description, a slut. If he was a girl, he would have, like, twenty kids. He preferred buff women, mostly trans ones since they could give him backshots, and loved getting pegged and fisted by them, but it really didn’t matter to him. Just don’t be ugly was his only requirement.
He would sometimes post on social media, and he didn’t even care to block his family. They could see if they wanted, it didn’t matter to him. He would wear bikinis and shake his ass on camera.
And the viewers would eat it up. He had an insane amount of followers, and thirsty comments flooded in under every post.
One night, Jai was partying again. He had just gotten it from the behind from a six-foot goth (She was trans, if you’re wondering) and had just finished making out with her.
“Gonna stay the night?” She asked.
“Nah,” He drawled, slipping out of bed, putting his microskirt back on. “I’m gonna, like, totally get an Uber.” He stole most of the dollar bills from her wallet without her noticing, since she was more distracted with his looks.
He opened up his phone, looking for the Uber app, when she got a notification.
“Maya Adams? Who’s that…”
Notes:
Looks like Maya's found her boys!
Please comment your thoughts below!
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Maya was grinning ear to ear as she brushed her teeth that morning.
She was the most hopeful she had been in a while. She had selected her boys, gotten in contact, if they were minors gotten in contact with their parents, and all of them had agreed. Now she just had to hear them sing.
If she had the option, she would have wanted all of her picks to be legal adults, but she didn’t have the option to be picky. She needed the best of the best, regardless of age.
She wasn’t too worried, though. With enough training, anyone’s voice could be good enough. Then again, she might not have the time for ‘enough training’.
She knew she would also have to fly them all out to LA, excluding Jai since he lived there. But before she did that, she’d have to hear their voices over call first. There would be no point spending money bringing them here if they ended up not being talented enough, quite bluntly. Also, it would feel bad bringing someone all the way there only to reject them and send them home.
The first boy she called was Archie. She just had him sing a piece from a former band she had. She played him how it sounded, send him the lyrics, and let him sing. Then was Yung, then Lono, then Kumi, then Gabriel, then Jai.
And yes, they could sing.
You bet your ass they could sing.
Maya was giddy once she finished calling with Jai. Now she just needed to arrange for them to fly over! She had the place for them to stay ready.
Finally, the tide was turning. She had never been so excited over a new group. She should have been more nervous about the whole ‘last chance’ thing, but the excitement had overcome any of that.
Maya tied up her brunette locks and opened up her laptop.
Soon. Soon she would be bathed in the glory and success that had been overdue for decades.
…
Maya hadn’t exactly known what to expect when she saw the boys in person. What she was expecting them to wear, how she was expecting them to act.
She stood there in the lobby of the mansion, fingers tapping on her cup of black coffee. Oh, she couldn’t wait. Anticipation gripped her like a vice.
Yung showed up first. He wore a pink hoodie and jeans, with his long hair in a ponytail. He had some pretty subtle makeup.
“Hello.” He said, bowing his head slightly. His English was amazing, even if it wasn’t his first language.
“Hi, Yung. Glad you could make it.” Maya grinned, shaking the boy’s hand.
Next was Lono. He wore a white halter wrap top and jean shorts. “Hey.”
Maya shook his hand, too. “Good to see you, Lono!”
Next was Archie, with his mother. It was probably because he was with her that he was wearing a pretty normal outfit – just a red shirt and white pants.
“Hello, Archie, and Ms Sinclair here.”
Ms Sinclair, his mother, nodded. “Well, I was just here to drop you off. Goodbye.”
Archie let out a breath as he saw her leave. “Phew. You’re not gonna tell her I’m a femboy, right?”
“No, of course not.”
The others didn’t show up for a while, so Archie, Lono and Yung were sat on the couches in the lobby on their phones, occasionally talking.
Next was Gabriel. He wore a black off – shoulder crop top and black pants.
“Hi.” And with that, he went to sit down.
Kumi was next. He wore a pink shirt with a white hoodie wrapped around his waist, and Apple bottom jeans. He was accompanied by his mother too.
“Hi, Kumi.” Maya offered a hand.
Kumi blew a gum bubble, staring at her with widened eyes, tilting his head to the side. Did he have much going on up there?
“Kumi.” His mother said, nudging him forward. “Take her hand.”
He popped the bubbled with his finger and shook Maya’s hand. He beamed at her. “Hi.”
His mother frowned. “Please keep him safe. And don’t let him do anything silly.” And with that, she left.
Kumi spaced out the second she did, just standing there, blowing another bubble.
“Um, Kumi, would you like to sit down?”
The femboy’s eyes fixed on Maya for a second, before he nodded and went to sit down. What an odd boy… and not the femboy thing.
Finally, Jai showed up. For the only one who actually lived in the city, he showed up shockingly late. For his outfit… well, Archie and Kumi were lucky that their parents were gone already. Jai wore a cropped leopard print halter wrap top, and denim shorts that bared pretty much his whole cheeks, with thong straps pulled up to rest at his sides. He had the heaviest makeup of the six, with some very distinct eyeliner.
“Hello, Jai.”
“Hi.” He drawled, before looking down at his phone.
“OK, now the six of you are here, you guys can introduce yourselves. Maybe say an interest of yours. Archie, you first.”
Maya watched the boys introduce themselves with interest. She was excited to see how they’d react to each other. After all, if they didn’t get along… she just shuddered thinking about it.
“Well, I’ll get you a tour of the group house, and you can interact later.”
The boys nodded at her words, and followed her as she showed them around. She then showed them to their dorm, and finally just left them to mingle.
Soon would be advertising, and eventually choreography for their debut song.
She could feel that it was the beginning of something amazing.
All she could do was hope.
Notes:
Will the boys get along? Guess you'll have to find out next chapter.
Please comment your thoughts below!
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Training.
Archie really didn’t know what he was expecting.
But it wasn’t this.
There was the standard stuff – vocal training, facial expressions, proper posture, public speaking, networking, and modelling.
“The micro actions are what make or break an idol.” Their coach said. Her name was Beatrice. She was a pretty strict woman, and didn’t allow any flaws at all to pass. She would call them out in front of everyone. “If you get caught on camera dropping the mask for even a second, the fans will be on it like wolves. They’re more than parasocial, they really believe the persona you put up, so perfect it.”
She looked at Archie. “You will be the passionate, feisty one. After all, you’re Latino.”
Archie frowned. “Isn’t that a stereotype?”
“Well, they love stereotypes. Just stick to the persona I give you and play into it.”
Archie nodded. Fine, he could be the ‘hot Latino’ of the group. He put on a feisty expression, and Beatrice grinned.
“Yes, like that!” She then turned to Yung. “You’ll be the cutesy one.”
Yung made a small, but cute smile. “Like this?”
Beatrice gave an enthusiastic nod. “Yes, great! And you, Lono… you can be the smarter, responsible one. Like… a tsundere type.”
Lono scratched his head. “Uh… what expression is that?”
Beatrice huffed. “We’ve been over this. From the top then.”
Everyone groaned.
“First, I’ll go with the others. Kumi, you can be the spacey, dumb, ditzy one.”
“Huh?” He had stopped paying attention.
“Great. Gabriel, you can be the more calm and graceful one.”
“Sure.”
“And Jai, you can be the flirtiest one.”
“Great.” He grinned.
“Now, as I said, from the top.”
Beatrice strained the boys’ vocal chords to their limits, making sure their vocal range was insane. If they were even slightly off, it was 'From the top'. Not a single voice crack was allowed. She also made sure they always kept up perfect posture and expressions, 24/7, even when they were eating or on their phones (Which wasn’t allowed very often).
But then there was the physical stuff.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” Archie hissed. He felt the burn of the stretch of every one of his muscles as their fitness coach, Xiao Yue, lifted his leg over his head.
“No pain no gain.” She said simply, as she stretched his leg beyond his limits.
“I’m not a contortionist!” He barked.
“With this training, you should become one.” Eventually she watched as Archie fell. “Fine. Take five. Kumi, you’re up next.”
Kumi popped his bubble and walked over to Xiao Yue. Despite his usually bubbly nature, all smiles vanished when she started stretching him out too.
She would have them warm up for twenty minutes doing all sorts of crazy stretches, then she would have them go out on mats and do what was basically yoga from the pits of Hell.
Like when she had them all get on mats and forced them to do the splits for ten minutes. Or had them do the wheel or the firefly pose or the monkey pose. She would find even the smallest flaw in their technique and point it out.
The flexibility training intense, but it wasn’t all.
There was dance training, which was rigorous too. Louis was their instructor for that, and he’d have them perform all sorts of dances again and again for hours on end. If they were even slightly off beat, they would go back to the very beginning, and have to double the amount of times they would practise that day.
“Your stamina is pathetic.” Louis huffed as Gabriel ran out of breath.
“We need a break.” Lono pointed out, panting for air.
“Nonsense! Live concerts will last hours! If you can’t dance until you drop dead, you’re doomed.”
“Great motivation…” Archie muttered.
Then there was the work out stuff. They already had femboy builds, but the agency seemed to want them to be absolutely perfect. Perfectly slim waists, perfectly wide hips, perfectly thick thighs and asses.
So, besides just the ridiculously intense work outs every day to make sure they had the perfect bodies, they had incredibly strict diets. Oestrogen – rich foods, harsh diets that made sure they would only get fat in the right places, and a whole bunch of oestradiol.
Months passed, and soon enough, it was time.
They all stood in front of Maya.
“OK, and with this, ‘Bubblegum’ will officially begin. Get ready.”
“For what?” Kumi asked.
“For photoshoots.”
Notes:
How do you guys think Bubblegum will be received?
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Yung POV:
A femboy boy band?
That was pretty much the general point of discussion of the comments beneath the released images of Bubblegum.
Seven photos, one a group shot, then one individual photo of each. Archie in a leopard – print halter top with flared ripped jeans, Yung in a pink halter wrap top with black leggings that had heart – shaped holes over them, Lono in a light blue tube top and light blue Lululemon booty shorts, Kumi in a cropped pink tank top and incredibly short jean booty shorts, Gabriel in a pink cropped turtleneck with a jean microskirt, and Jai in a pink tube top and jean short shorts.
Each photo was taken to be sensual and spicy, flaunting of the boys’ best features, and to get people hyped for the new group with pretty much thirst traps.
There was hate, and there was confusion, but there was something else. Something crucial for the group’s success.
Attraction.
The majority of the comments were very, very thirsty.
'Scrolling feels like a divorce'
'I'm not gay I'm not gay I'm not gay'
'And the crowd is... taking off their clothes?'
'I swear my pants were just on'
'I'm not Cinderella, but I know it fits'
'Flash us!!'
'A white tear rolled down my leg'
'This made my hole weak'
'Both lips smiled'
'Born to ride, forced to scroll'
'Raw, next question'
'Raw, slow, passionate'
The post earned millions of likes, saves and views in a matter of minutes. The announcement certainly stoked excitement. The post also had links to Bubblegum’s YouTube and TikTok accounts, both of which gained hundreds of thousands of millions of subscribers and followers within the day.
Before they knew it, TikToks were spawning out of the ether to discuss the new group. Random people jumping on the trend to say their opinions. Which, of course, only boosted their popularity.
People begging to see more, people hating, people making commentary on the pop industry, it all just fed the fire of the algorithm.
The boys giggled as they read the comments, but they weren’t supposed to be relaxing. They were supposed to have an introductory video on each of them soon. But right now, they weren’t doing anything, so they were going through the comments.
Yung blushed a little reading them all. They were so dirty. He wondered how they would react when they actually started releasing songs.
“Boys, boys, we need to get your makeup, hair and outfits done, hurry!” Maya rushed them. She seemed a bit stressed.
“Maya, I think you need a break.” Yung pointed out gently.
Kumi nodded and held out a cup of black coffee for her.
“No, no, we can’t have a break, we need to get to filming. Um… Yung, you first!”
Yung blinked, and he was suddenly shoved into a green room.
He had all of his makeup done to perfection, to enhance his features and make him look as cute as possible. A whole bunch of blush and highlight, eyeshadow, mascara, light eyeliner, lipstick and lip liner, everything you’d expect. He had his hair done, with a kind of butterfly cut and choppy bangs.
He went into the room. He had been trained for the camera – light, to be recorded, to be questioned, yet doing it officially for the first time still made him a little nervous. Kumi had offered him a stick of bubblegum but he obviously wasn’t allowed to chew it on camera.
Yung slipped into his perfectly practised posture and expression, and prepared as they began to record.
“Hello,” he waved with both hands, smiling cutely. He had been told to raise the pitch of his voice a little. “I’m Yung, and I’m a member of Bubblegum.”
“How old are you?” The interviewer asked.
“Nineteen.”
“Where are you from?”
“South Korea.”
“How would you describe your upbringing?”
Yung thought. Should he be honest? Perhaps he should, but be cute about it. So, he tapped his chin. “Um, it was a pretty normal upbringing. I was never too interested in being a femboy but just always looked like this.”
The interview continued, and Yung’s training was put to the test, but he didn’t crack. He kept up the cutesy, ‘kawaii’ Korean femboy act the whole interview. Even when the questions got personal, he didn’t crack.
Soon enough, the interview was finished.
“Cut! That’s all, great job everyone.”
Maya flung her arms around Yung suddenly.
“Ugh, you were amazing! This is the best thing that’s happened to me in a while! Thank you!”
Yung’s cheeks heated up. “O – oh. Thank you, Maya.”
Chapter Text
Lono tripped. Ugh. From the top.
Lono wanted to master the choreography for their debut song, fittingly called ‘Debut’. Yes, Yung was lead dancer, and Lono was centre, but Lono was also a perfectionist. He wanted to master it, every move, every angle.
Everyone’s moves were supposed to show personality, their expressions emotive. Each member was supposed to fall under one of three categories: cute, hot, or sexy. With two members under each. Lono was under the ‘hot’ category, alongside Archie. So, his choreography was supposed to reflect that.
So, there he was. The others were out doing who knows what, so he had the room to himself. He had his headphones on, playing the track to their song, whilst he hummed the lyrics and practised, over, and over again.
The flexibility and stretching training were beginning to pay off. Your average person would not be able to strike a lot of those poses. And the stamina needed for it whilst singing was pretty crazy.
There was a knock at the door, but Lono didn’t hear it until Archie stormed up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Lono!” He yelled.
Lono took his headphones off. “Oh. Hi Archie. What is it?”
“Why are you wearing my skirt?” Archie asked. Despite being mad at being told to act ‘feisty’, that was pretty much his personality.
Lono looked down. “Oops. Looks like I got our stuff mixed up.”
Archie frowned, looking down at the skirt in question, hands on his hips. “You ironed it so much! It’s not wrinkly anymore! It’s, like, crisp.”
“Did you want it to be wrinkly?”
Archie huffed. “Yeah. It’s not hot to look all neat and tidy all the time. You gotta be kinda messy, you know?” He added with a little hair flick.
Lono did not know. “Eh, don’t people like more composed?”
Archie shrugged. “Wanna bet?”
The Samoan boy frowned. “Bet?”
“Yeah.” Archie grinned. “I love bets. It’s how I got into this whole thing to begin with.”
“So… you’re a gambler?”
“Yup. I bet that if we go out in public right now, and ask, like, ten people, they’ll find me hotter than you.”
Lono bit his lip. Was this really worth it? He really should be practising. But a break would be nice…
“What are you betting?”
“Hm… let’s say whoever wins gets to… pick the loser’s outfit for a week.” Archie smirked. “How about that?”
Lono smiled. “You’re on.”
He held out his hand to shake, and Archie spat in his hand before shaking, making Lono yelp and retract his hand.
“Wimp.” Archie sneered.
…
Lono had seriously underestimated just how popular Bubblegum had become already.
The group hadn’t released a single song, or done a single concert. They had literally just done some quick interviews, posted a TikTok or two, and went on some game shows. So, Lono had assumed that they could go into the city relatively unnoticed. But it looked like the power of their looks had made them insanely popular already.
Because just stepping into public without security or anything, they immediately got swarmed.
“OMG ARCHIE!”
“IT’S LONO!”
“THEY’RE SO HOT!”
“FLASH US!”
“CAN WE HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH?”
“FLASH US!”
Lono winced. They were really loud. Maybe he wasn’t ready for concerts just yet.
Archie didn’t seem too happy with it, but he wasn’t nearly as annoyed as Lono.
“Hey, yeah, that’s nice.” He smiled.
“ARCHIE, I’M TOTALLY YOUR BIGGEST FAN!” A fangirl squealed.
“CAN I HAVE A SELFIE WITH YOU?” Another squeaked.
“ARCHIE I WANNA MARRY YOU!”
“LONO, CAN YOU BE MY FIRST KISS?”
“LONO, CAN I TOUCH YOUR BOOBS?”
“TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!”
“FLASH US!”
Archie grimaced slightly. “Uh… hey! You!” He pointed to some random girl in the crowd. “Come here.”
She squealed, and her friends pushed her forward.
Archie looked up at her. Lono tried not to laugh at how short he was.
“OK, what’s your name?”
She giggled. “Heather.”
“Ooh, Heather. OK, Heather, between me and Lono, who do you think is hotter?”
Heather squealed, looking between the two of them. “Archie, obviously!”
Archie grinned at Lono. “One to me.”
Lono frowned. He didn’t want Archie deciding his outfits at all. He looked through the crowd, and picked a random guy. He seemed to be trying to look nonchalant, so he wouldn’t get caught being part of a group fawning over femboys. He had shades on and a hood up.
“You! Uh, excuse me, what do you think?”
He stuttered. “U – um… Archie?”
Archie grinned, which made the crowd go crazy. “Get ready, Lono. I’m thinking… clown outfit.”
Lono glared. “OK, OK, what about you?” He asked a girl this time.
“Uh… I don’t know…” She giggled.
“Girlie, you can tell the truth. Lono can take it!” Archie grinned.
“OK… uh… Lono’s hotter!”
Archie frowned, flicking some hair over his shoulder. “Whatever.”
Lono smiled this time. “So, one to me.”
“And two to me.” Archie muttered.
“OMG, JAI AND KUMI FROM BUBBLEGUM WERE JUST SPOTTED NEARBY!” Someone screamed.
Everyone squealed. The crowd split in two, some wanting to go check out the other members of Bubblegum, some determined to get an autograph.
“Archie sit on my face!” Someone screamed.
Archie tried to keep up his expression to hide that he was kind of flustered. “O – oh, so, you think I’m hotter than Lono?”
“Of course!”
Archie smirked at Lono. “Three to me, now. Just give up.”
“I still have plenty of time.” Lono huffed. He wasn’t going to lose to the Spanish dwarf.
Archie sighed. “Fine. But first, I’ll give out some autographs.”
Lono squinted. What was he planning? He wanted Archie pull out a pen from this purse and signed a girl’s notebook.
“Wait, you’re trying to sway their opinion, aren’t you?”
“Me? No!” Archie smiled.
“Well, I won’t let you.” Lono turned. “Does anyone want a picture with me?”
By the time they had gotten through the crowd, it had split down the middle, with people who thought Archie was hotter on the left, and people who thought Lono was hotter on the right.
“OK, we need a tie breaker.” Lono said. “Someone completely objective.”
Archie snapped his fingers. “Maya!”
“Uh… I wouldn’t say she’s objective…”
“Just say you’re a little bitch boy, Lono.” The entire crowd went crazy at that.
Lono scoffed. “Fine. Call her.”
“I will!” Archie put a hand on his hip as he called Maya Adams, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Archie’s ringtone was ‘Anaconda’ by Nicki Minaj, specifically the ‘I got a big fat ass’ bit.
“Hello? Archie?” Maya’s voice said over the phone. She sounded slightly less stressed than normal.
“Maya, I have a question for you.”
“Oh. What is it? Is it about Debut?”
“No, it’s something else.”
“OK, what is it then?”
“Who’s hotter – me or Lono?”
“O – oh!” Maya sounded flustered. “I can’t answer- “
“Lono.” A voice said.
“Is that Yung?”
“Yes, he’s here with me.” Maya said.
“No, I think Archie.” Another voice.
“Is that Gabriel?”
“Yes.” Maya sighed. “They’re both here. Anyways, is there a particular reason?”
“Just a silly bet.” Lono replied.
“Hey, bets aren’t silly!” Archie huffed. “Either way, we’re still tied.”
“Why not flip a coin?” Lono heard Yung suggest over the call.
“Or… we could roll a dice.” Archie grinned.
“A dice? What, no, how would that work?”
“Well, for your information, Lono, let’s say if it lands on an even number, I’m hottest, if it’s an odd number, you are.”
“Hm… fine.”
Archie produced a dice from seemingly thin air, and shook it in his hands, before casting it on the ground.
A girl from the crowd darted forwards, bending down to inspect it. “Six!” She then scooped up the dice and sniffed it. “Ah… I have something that was in Archie’s hands!”
“I don’t believe that.” Lono muttered. “That dice is loaded, isn’t it?”
“No!”
“Throw it again.”
Archie averted his gaze as the girl threw it again, and it landed on six. Then again, and again, and again.
“Cheater!”
Archie huffed. “It’s just chance.”
“Ugh. Well, how are we going to break the tie then?”
“You could do a coin flip like I suggested.”
The pair both jumped. They had forgotten Yung, Gabriel and Maya were still on call.
“Ooh! I have a coin! Touch my coin!” Another girl squealed.
Lono caught it. “I bet it lands on tails.”
“I bet heads.”
With a flick, Lono flipped the coin.
Everyone watched with interest, as it sailed through the air, glinting in the light of sunset.
A random fanboy reached out and grabbed it.
“… tails.”
Archie scoffed. “Whatever. Doesn’t prove anything…” He murmured.
“Well, I’m pretty sure you said the coin flip would be the tie breaker.” Lono could barely contain his smile. “What did you bet on again?”
“Heads!” A fangirl giggled. “He bet on heads!”
“Thank you, Martha.” Archie huffed, blowing some hair out of his face.
Lono grinned, as Archie’s streak of losing bets to members of Bubblegum began.
Chapter Text
So, you may be wondering what Kumi and Jai were doing whilst that was happening.
Well, Kumi was skipping down the corridors of the mansion, listening to some pop music. He had some cat – eared gaming headphones on to listen.
Living in a house with five other femboys, Kumi had picked up the fashion sense somewhat. So, he wore a pink turtleneck with a heart window over the top, a black miniskirt, and polka dot tights.
He knew his choreography already. He, alongside Jai, fell under the ‘sexy’ category. Because he and Jai would be sort of grouped together, he wanted to become friends with him. So, he held a bag of sweet treats, and skipped around, searching for Jai.
And as he did so, he blew bubbles of gum. He loved bubblegum, and not just because that’s what the pop group was called. He just loved blowing then popping the bubbles, it tickled his brain, and gave him something to focus on. People always called him an airhead, but he liked to have something to do as he daydreamed, and chewing was exactly that.
He found his fellow pop star in the garden, filming a TikTok.
“Oh. Hi Jai!”
Jai looked over. He was wearing a red tube top and flared ripped jeans. “Oh, hello doll.” The boy grinned. “Wanna, like, film with me?”
“What are you filming?”
“Just a dance. I, like, might as well do it with you.”
“Um… okay. Want some sweets?”
…
“Was that it?” Kumi asked. They had just finished the dance, and Jai had posted it.
The dance was the standard kind of dance one of those OF girls would do on TikTok, not too bad but still clearly sort of thirst bait. It had a pretty generic Spanish song in the back, and involved a lot of movements that made their most attractive parts jiggle.
Jai nodded. “Mhm.”
“It was very short.”
“Yeah, well, it totally doesn’t, like, need to be too long.” Jai smiled. “We’re sexy, people will totally, like, save it and, like, watch it over and over and over again.”
“Really?”
“Duh. Just look, a comment already.” He read it aloud. “‘Flash us’. See?”
“Oh! Should I- “
“No, of course not!” Jai tried to contain a laugh. “You can’t, like, actually do that.”
“Oh. Okay.” Kumi blew another bubble.
Jai squinted at Kumi, then seemed to get an idea. “Hey, why don’t you, like, come into the city with me? We could totally find a place to party. Have you ever even, like, kissed someone before?” He drawled.
Kumi shook his head.
“See? You should totally come and, like, party with me!”
“Um… okay.” He blew another bubble.
…
“This thing feels so weird.”
Jai laughed. “OMG, Kumi, you’ve seriously, like, never worn a push up before?”
Kumi shook his head. Jai had measured him, and gotten him a 36F. He had done his makeup, and put him in a leopard print halter top and a black pencil skirt, as well as high heeled black hoots.
“OMG.” He drawled.
They were trying to get to a night club, specifically one of those incredibly expensive ones that only rich people go to. Jai had tried to avoid crowds, but that had seemed to be impossible, as they were quickly recognised and stopped.
“IT’S JAI FROM BUBBLEGUM!”
“AND KUMI!”
“KUMI I LOVE YOU!”
“TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!”
“JAI I GOON TO YOU!”
“JAI BE MY WIFE!”
“KUMI TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT!”
Jai was eating it up, blowing kisses and flirting with everyone. Absolutely everyone.
Kumi frowned. Upon being asked to take his shirt off, he reached for his top, but Jai noticed in time and stopped him.
“Totally too flirty.” He said, although he couldn’t help his giggle.
They kept trying to get through to the club, with Jai flirting back with everyone and Kumi trailing behind, occasionally blowing a bubble.
…
Kumi was still trailing behind when someone grabbed his hips. Jai turned around, staring at the lady who did it.
“Hey!”
Kumi, despite being a bit of a space cadet, wasn’t brain dead. And being grabbed from behind by some random lady did make him just a bit uncomfortable.
“Um…”
Jai huffed, storming up to her. “What are you doing?”
“I LOVE KUMI!” She screamed. She was clearly drunk. She buried her face in his hair, taking a heavy sniff.
Jai shoved her off. “I, like, love flirting, but that’s, like, totally too far.”
“HEY!” She half slurred, half screamed. “D… DON’T…”
Jai frowned. “Stay away.” He grabbed Kumi’s wrist, and dragged him away.
…
Reaching the very posh nightclub was a bit of an experience. Jai showed their IDs, and they were allowed in. It was pretty much a place for celebrities and the posh folk to party, without peasants being nearby them.
Jai pretty much fell back into his classic partying ways, and got carried away almost immediately. So, Kumi kinda just stood there. Jai clearly hadn’t completely forgotten about him, since he occasionally threw a glance towards his co – star.
Kumi tried pouring himself a drink. He was still seventeen, and from Britain, so he had never drunk before. He tried a sip, then chugged a cup and loved it. It was like liquid bubbles, making little pops in his brain. He didn’t know how to describe it. So, he drank more, and more, until an entire bottle was finished.
He was more than a little tipsy now. He stumbled away from the drinks bar slightly.
“Oh, hey sugar.”
He stumbled again. He looked up at a lady. She looked to be a young woman, at least six feet, with incredibly toned arms and legs, broad shoulders, alabaster skin, and short brunette hair. She looked like she had been injected with raw testosterone. She seemed to be half East Asian.
“H… hey…” Kumi drawled, stumbling towards her, before tripping over his own feet. She caught him in time. The femboy giggled.
“So, you’re part of that new big band, right?” She grinned down at him. “Kumi, if I remember?”
He nodded. “Mhm.” He held her arm.
“I’m Jane Wang. A big wrestler, you’ll know me if you follow sports.”
“I don’t.” He giggled, taking her drink from her hands and sipping it. “Woah. Did we just indirectly kiss?”
Jane gave a little chuckle. “I guess we did we did.”
…
Kumi rubbed his head. “Ugh… where am I…”
“Back at the mansion.” Jai grinned. “First hangover. How you, like, feeling?”
“Sore. My head’s pounding. And my butt is really sore. My butthole, like, aches.” Kumi nursed his chest. “My boobs, too.”
Jai smirked. “That’s totally not a hangover thing.”
Kumi tilted his head to the side. “What is it? Am I sick?”
“Oh, I, like, hope not. Maya would totally kill me if you got an STD.”
“STD?”
“You and Jane Wang, silly.” Jai drawled.
“But how did she… wait… so we…”
“Mhm.”
“And she’s…”
“Mhm…”
“And she has a…”
“Mhm.”
Kumi blinked. Some stuff was beginning to come back to him now. “Why was it so big? Mine isn’t that big.”
Jai shrugged. “Wrestlers. So, like, how does it feel to, like, not have your V card anymore?”
“Um… sore still.”
Jai smiled. “Well, like, the fun thing is that you totally never agreed to dating. So, you can, like. come party with me and do whatever you want.”
Kumi frowned. “I dunno.”
“Come on, just totally try it. There’s plenty of fish in the sea, and you can, like, try all of them.”
“Hm… fine... I don’t want an STD though.”
“Well, just totally check everyone beforehand. And the best thing is we’re not actual girls so we can’t get pregnant. So, like, be the biggest slut you want. And totally dress sexy.”
“Really…?”
“Totally.”
And that’s how Jai and Kumi became party buddies.
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