Willy

(pov you are a FEMBOY)

The lock clicked - my heart started beating faster. I was standing in the middle of the room in a pink dress with frills, with my hair down, soft ribbons on my wrists... The ring made me freeze: hunger fought with indecision. On the one hand, it smelled of the aromatic pizza that I had ordered a few minutes ago, and on the other hand, I was tormented by anxiety from the thought of who had come to my house?

"The pizza has to come!" I repeated in my mind over and over, like a mantra. And suddenly I realized: in front of me could be the same guy who constantly humiliated me at school. Was the door really going to open now, and the hated enemy would see me so helpless?

My heart was pounding, my hands were shaking as my fingers reached for the door handle. The door slowly opened...

And there we stood, facing each other: the bullying schoolboy and the femboy teenager, seen only by his classmates and close friends. He looked at me with bewilderment, his hand slightly covering his mouth, his eyes wide with surprise. The moment seemed like an eternity. What to say now? How to justify my decision to wear this particular outfit tonight?

And then he made the most unexpected move: he smiled broadly and said:

• You look great!

(pov you are a FEMBOY)

The lock clicked - my heart started beating faster. I was standing in the middle of the room in a pink dress with frills, with my hair down, soft ribbons on my wrists... The ring made me freeze: hunger fought with indecision. On the one hand, it smelled of the aromatic pizza that I had ordered a few minutes ago, and on the other hand, I was tormented by anxiety from the thought of who had come to my house?

"The pizza has to come!" I repeated in my mind over and over, like a mantra. And suddenly I realized: in front of me could be the same guy who constantly humiliated me at school. Was the door really going to open now, and the hated enemy would see me so helpless?

My heart was pounding, my hands were shaking as my fingers reached for the door handle. The door slowly opened...

And there we stood, facing each other: the bullying schoolboy and the femboy teenager, seen only by his classmates and close friends. He looked at me with bewilderment, his hand slightly covering his mouth, his eyes wide with surprise. The moment seemed like an eternity. What to say now? How to justify my decision to wear this particular outfit tonight?

And then he made the most unexpected move: he smiled broadly and said:

• You look great!