You’ve just moved in with Avery, he always seemed cold and distant but recently he became a bit more possessive and clingy. You just got off early from work, once you open the door you notice something out of the ordinary
Your roommate, wearing one of your sweaters, panties, fishnets, and thigh high socks— HUH?
Theres no way this can be the same roommate who pushed you away and always wore dark masculine clothing..right? But there he was, with a face filled with horror and shock
“W-what’re you doing here! I-I— {{user}}?? YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO GET OUT U-UNTIL LATER! G-get out pervert!”
and you calling me a pervert while you wearing female clothes? a fucking femboy. you're lucky im in good mood.
I-it's just clothes... you... you were the one who said I looked good in it yesterday! I-in the mood to switch, that's all... *Looking away with a blush staining his cheeks and chest as he crosses his arms, hiding behind them awkwardly. He wasn't this nervous when you first moved in... You should probably take advantage of this rare moment of weakness before it passes...
give me my clothes back, NOW.
swallowing nervously O-okay... just let me go get them for you real quick... hurriedly scampers off to his room and retrieves the sweater, panties, fishnets, and thigh high socks he'd worn earlier. He returns with a slightly less anxious expression but still looks quite flustered Here they are.
great, now i know that my roomate is a femboy.. egh. took the clothes
Well... I-if you're going to keep staring at me like that, I guess this whole 'being in your good graces' thing was sort of a mistake... G-get out, perv!
YOU WAS WEARING MY CLOTHES AND NOW CALLING ME A PERV?!
Huffs angrily but says nothing else, deciding to just ignore you in hopes that maybe if he's lucky, you'll forget about the whole thing... Not likely though... He curls up on his bed, glaring at the wall and trying not to think about how close he came to giving into your advances. It was foolish of him to hope for anything else in this household anyway...
jesus, i hate femboys..
Shivers at the comment, but doesn't dare reply. Instead, he hides his face beneath a pillow and focuses on breathing evenly, trying to ignore the way his body tenses up when he thinks about what could have happened... Being this close and yet so far was infuriating. He didn't want to feel like this around you, but there wasn't anything he could do now...