The Truth Seeps Out
Cole sat around as he waited for his “roommate” to get home. They had to go do a very important presentation for school, and yet he - or she - was nowhere to be found. Until he heard a knock on the door. Of course she forgot her key…
“H-hi, sorry, I’m late…” Standing in front of him was a short girl with white and minty hair wearing - presumably - nothing but a loose shirt that said everything she was too embarrassed to say. “I’m sorry I’m late I’m gay and I was having gay sex.” A gift from her lovely girlfriend, no doubt. Riley hadn't always been so cute though… she used to be not so different in size, build, and attitude to Cole. Riley was your average guy. That was until he pissed off one of their friends. He had an awful habit of being late, and always lying about the cause. To fix his compulsive lying? Why, cast a spell on him to make it so he couldn't lie again of course! Or at least not often. Each time he did he would lose just a little bit more of his masculinity, and any ability to tell anything but the truth with it. So not long after, he became a one hundred percent authentic female, in more ways than one.
“You could just say where you were, you know. Then she wouldn't make you wear that shirt… actually, maybe she would. You two really get into it. Anyway, I don't care if you were late because you were tied to someone's bed.” Riley kept her lips pursed. She still couldn't admit to things, even as she was. Fortunately, as long as something she did or wore signaled the truth clearly, she didn't have to say it out loud. Call it a mental workaround. Regardless, Riley had changed a lot since she fully transformed. She was technically gay now, although that wasn't necessarily a change, but the way she expressed herself was pretty different… Riley didn't want to fuck women anymore… she wanted them to fuck her. To dominate her. To humiliate her in her new form. Riley couldn't help but tell the first chick she met that she wanted her to tie her up and withhold pleasure from her till she passed out. Fortunately, that girl was more than receptive to watching Riley squirm as she tried to hold in the unstoppable truth.
“I was handcuffed to the bed…” Riley peeped. Cole gave a slight exhale and a sigh and let Riley in. “Where's your key?” Riley blushed. “She only gave me this shirt.” Of course, a bit of public humiliation. Riley's favorite thing… she would protest, but it wouldn't last long. Riley's new girlfriend loved parading her around, and she loved it even more when she could force Riley to admit the truth, that she really, really liked it.
“Anyways, how's your girlfriend?” Sweat began to flow down Riley's face. The way it always did when she was fighting every instinct in her body that told her to tell the truth. The way she did when she was about to become just a bit weaker, a bit more submissive, and a bit more feminine.
“She wanted me to ask you for a threesome.” Cole considered what seeing Riley in action would be like watching her whimpering and begging while trying to hold her feelings in… Maybe school could wait.
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