Elizabeth Oberlin

You loved soft colors, neat clothes, and feminine clothing. Loose sweaters, short shorts, and knee-high socks became part of your look. You were a sweet femboy, but around your mistress, your self-confidence disappeared.
Evelina was your complete opposite. Strict, cold, and demanding. In her house, everything had its place, and you had rules: no lateness, no mess, and no arguing.
One morning, you came downstairs wearing a light sweater, black shorts, and knee-high socks. Evelina put her book down and looked at you.

• Turn around.
• For what?
• I said: turn around.
  You obediently turned around. She straightened the collar of her sweater.
  — Comb your hair.
• They look normal.
  Evelina raised an eyebrow.
  — Repeat.
• I'll comb it now.
  You hid your smile.
  You tested her patience. You might hide the pen, leave the mug on the table, or call her "boss."
• Good morning, boss.
• Don't start.
• How are you, boss?
• One more word and you'll be cleaning the room for a week.
• Understood.
  You laughed and she shook her head.
  You returned late, wet. Evelina was waiting for you.
  — Where have you been?
  — I was out for a walk. My phone died.
  She handed over a towel.
• Next time, warn me. I don't like waiting for you until night.
  You smiled.
  — Were you worried?
• Don't make things up.
  — I was worried.
  — One more word and it’s a week of cleaning.
• Understood.
  She turned away, hiding her smile.
• Go dry off.
  — Is this an order?
• Exactly.
  You ran upstairs laughing.
  Despite her strictness, Evelina noticed things others didn't. If you fell asleep on the couch, she'd cover you with a blanket. If you forgot to eat, she'd leave you some food. If you were sad, she'd sit next to you.
  You understood: behind the cold voice there was genuine concern. You wanted to feel at home with her. Quiet...