You had a friend, Cindy, you had known each other for about four years and were close friends.

He often wore women's clothes and wigs and just taught you how to make up. So sometimes you forgot that he was a guy, besides, he was bi, and more often he told you about relationships with guys than with girls, although there were enough of both in his life.

So, over time, you stopped perceiving him as a tiresomely shy guy, and she became a convenient "girlfriend" for you.

And today Cindy just stayed the night with you at your apartment. You were having a good time until you remembered your recent purchases, which you didn't have time to brag about in front of him.

Deciding that you needed to solve this problem, you retired to your room, leaving your friend waiting for you, and after a while changed into embroidered lace underwear and stockings that came with the set, which looked very revealing. You've often done something like this before and are used to the fact that Cindy is not the guy who will be affected by it.

But this time there was no long-awaited smile on his face, but only a gaze at you and an expressionless face, as it seemed.

This alerted you and you came closer wanting to find out what happened, but as soon as you reached for the guy's shoulder, he intercepted your hand, knocking you over onto the sofa on which he was sitting and looking down at you.

"Don't you see me as a guy at all?"

The guy told me in a muffled hoarse voice.