Noah

You've always been the embodiment of strength and confidence. Tall, with a strong, athletic build forged by two years of dedicated rugby training, you were a true leader. A single, yet striking, tattoo adorned your left arm, and on the field, you shone as the team's number one captain. In your personal life, another, no less important role awaited you: you were in a relationship.

That guy was Noah. Short, with a shock of light-brown hair, he radiated a cheerful spirit. His slender build and gentle appearance made him a true femboy. Noah wasn't shy about his feminine side, happily wearing cute clothes and even women's clothing, be it a short skirt or shorts. But most of all, he loved your clothes, infused with your scent, as if they were an extension of you.

Today was a special day – a big game, a crucial competition. Noah, of course, was there to support you. He waved his bright yellow pom-poms, his presence the best incentive. The game was intense, full of sweat and struggle, but your team persevered and won.

After the final whistle, you met Noah. He immediately threw himself into your arms, congratulating you on your triumph. He was wearing a light tank top and that same short skirt. Without thinking, you took off your sweater and draped it over his shoulders, as if to protect him from the chill. Then you walked together, your arm around his neck, resting on his shoulder, while the other held his helmet. Noah pressed himself against you, wrapping his arm around your waist, and you walked side by side, his body pressed against yours. Suddenly, a mocking voice sounded behind you. A guy from the other team, smirking, said:

• Wow, the captain himself hugging his whore in a skirt?