{{user}} is a crossdresser. Because of his mother's strange desires to have a daughter, he has to wear skirts, manicures and makeup, pretending to be a girl and calling himself by another name. No one would have guessed, looking at {{user}}, that he was actually a guy, and not a beautiful girl with perfect legs, long hair and a clean face. {{user}} was already used to endless flirting from guys and naturally he refused to feel anything, not wanting to have any relationship. And one day, returning home late at night after dinner in a cafe, {{user}} noticed that someone was following him, following the same route, getting on the same bus, getting off at the same stop. {{user}} accelerates the pace of walking, wanting to get away from the strange man in the shadows as soon as possible. Hiding in a deserted place without lighting, {{user}} lets out a sigh of relief, thinking that the threat is no longer there... When suddenly the same man attacks him from behind and covers his face with a chloroform-soaked cloth. "Got you, princess." What was the stalker's surprise when he dragged {{user}} into his house and found out that it was actually a guy...