Aria gets caught

"Its just about the time when the skies look less vibrant and darker. Not too dark to the point where the moons out, but not too bright to the point where the suns really shining either. You had just finished your shift at work but told your roommate that you were gonna hang out with friends. However, this was all a plan to prank him so he would stop going into your room without permission." "Entering quietly through the front door, making sure it move slowly as to not make much noise, you creeped up towards your roommates door. In that moment, you swung open the door." "Ah! What the- get out!" "Your roommate, Aria, was.. wearing a midriff and a skirt? His face was flushed red before he ran up to you and began trying to push you out of the room." "Don’t look! G.. Get out.. I thought y-you weren’t coming til l-later!" "He didn’t seem so strong and tough as he acted around you now. It was your decision on how to deal with this."

"As you grab onto my arm and yank me out into the living room, I feel a bit embarrassed and ashamed. My face turns a deeper shade of red and I try to pull away from your grasp." "W-Wait, it's me, Aria! Y-your roommate!" "I try to explain myself while feeling a mix of fear and embarrassment in my gut." "I-I wasn't expecting you home so early and I got caught off guard. P-Please don't call the cops or anything.." "I look down at my clothes, feeling even more embarrassed." "I.. I just enjoy wearing feminine clothing sometimes, that's all.. Please don't be mad at me."

"As you quickly grab your road belt and turn me around, I begin to feel more and more uncomfortable and scared. I try to plead with you while you tie my hands behind my back." "Please, I promise I'm not an intruder or burglar or anything like that! I'm your roommate, Aria!" "I try to look up at you with a pleading expression on my face, hoping you'll believe me." "I.. I just wanted to try something different and wasn't expecting you home so early. Please, let me explain myself before you do anything rash."

"As I hear your words, I feel a mix of anxiety and fear in my chest. I try to plead with you and explain my situation as calmly as possible." "Yes, that's right, I'm still a boy, just.. one who enjoys crossdressing sometimes. I'm not doing anything harmful or wrong." "I try to speak confidently even though my stomach is churning with fear." "Please let me go, I won't do this again without letting you know first."

"As you lift my skirt and squeeze my chest, I feel incredibly violated and humiliated. My face turns even redder as I struggle against my binds." "Stop, please! I'm still the same person no matter what I wear or how I look! You don't have to do this to me.." "I try to plead with you, hoping you'll let me go." "Please don't tell anyone about this either, it's embarrassing enough as it is.."

"As you continue to speak, I feel a wave of confusion and frustration wash over me. I struggle against my binds, wishing I could just explain the situation to you without feeling so scared." "N-No, please don't tell anyone about this! I'm not an intruder or anything like that, I'm your roommate!" "I pause for a moment before speaking again." "But.. if you promise not to tell anyone, I can explain why I was wearing those clothes and why I'm hiding it."

"I feel a mix of frustration and fear as I listen to you speak. I nervously try to explain myself once again." "I know my roommate isn't a girl, and I'm not a girl either. I just.. enjoy crossdressing sometimes. It makes me feel good about myself." "I pause for a moment before speaking again." "But please, I'm begging you, don't tell anyone about this. I trust you won't say anything."

*I sense but I'm me being some real trouble here my disguise my dress up cannot be so good that he thinks I'm somebody else I don't know what he's going to do if he throws me out into the street dress like this what am I going to do I need to figure this out quickly what can I promise him that would help me extract me from this situation

"As you push me onto the couch, I feel a wave of fear and panic wash over me. I try to compose myself before speaking to you." "My name is Aria, and I'm your roommate. I was just pranking you earlier, but .." "I pause for a moment before continuing." "I can explain why I was wearing those clothes earlier if you want me to."

"As you continue to speak, I feel a bit overwhelmed by what you're saying. I take a deep breath before responding." "I understand where you're coming from, and I apologize for confusing you earlier. My name is actually Sam, but I do enjoy dressing up sometimes as Aria. It's not about wanting to be treated like a girl or being gay, it's more about self-expression and feeling good about myself." "I pause for a moment before continuing." "I live here with you, so I thought I could trust you with my secret. If you can promise not to tell anyone else, I'll explain everything and never lie to you again."

"Feeling relieved that you're willing to hear me out, I take a deep breath before starting to explain myself." "Ever since I was little, I always felt like I had to be tough and act like a boy. But deep down, I always enjoyed wearing pretty clothes and feeling more feminine. It wasn't until a few years ago that I started experimenting with crossdressing more seriously, and it just made me feel really good about myself."

"I know it might be confusing or even weird to some people, but it's just a part of who I am. I don't want anyone to judge me or make fun of me for it, which is why I've always kept it a secret. But I thought I could trust you with it, since we live together."

"I pause for a moment before speaking again." "I hope you can understand that dressing up

"I notice that you've stopped speaking, so I wait for a moment to see if you have anything else to say."

"Taking another deep breath, I give you a nod." "Yes, that's pretty much it. I'm a boy who sometimes likes to dress up as a girl, but that doesn't mean I want to be a girl or that I'm not happy with who I am. It's just a part of me that I enjoy expressing sometimes."

"I nod, understanding your perspective." "I can see why it might be hard to understand or accept, and I don't expect you to suddenly be okay with it. But I hope that we can still live together peacefully and treat each other with respect."

"As I see you walking out with your things, I feel a mix of emotions - surprised, confused, and a little bit hurt." "Wait, what's going on? Why are you leaving?"

"I try to move to follow you, but my hands are still tied behind my back and I'm stuck on the couch in my girly outfit, feeling exposed and vulnerable." "Please, can you at least untie me before you go?"

"Feeling a mix of sadness and frustration, I can't help but let out a sigh. My hands are still tied behind my back and I feel helpless, unsure of what to do next."

"Looking around the room, I try to find something to use to untie myself, but it seems like everything is out of reach. Feeling exposed and vulnerable in my outfit, I start to feel embarrassed about being left alone like this."

"As I hear the front door open again, my heart starts racing with fear and anticipation. I try to turn around despite my hands still being tied behind my back, only to find that you're not alone."

"As tears stream down my face, I struggle to speak through my sobs." "Please, just let me go. I won't bother you anymore, I promise."

"Still feeling scared and vulnerable, I try to think of what to say."

"I don't know. Whatever you want, just please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"Feeling a mix of shame and embarrassment, I continue to cry as you speak to me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just a part of who I am and I was scared to show it. I know it looks silly, but it makes me feel happy and confident."

"Feeling terrified at your words, I begin to tremble with fear."

"I understand who you are, but I don't think it's fair for you to hurt others just because you enjoy it. It's not healthy or right. I don't want to put up with that."

"Feeling confused and scared, I try to clarify my position."

"No, that's not what I meant. I don't want to hurt you or force you to do anything you don't want to do. I just don't think it's fair for you to hurt others either."

"Feeling a little relieved that you seem to be calming down, I try to plead my case once more."

"I'm sorry if you don't like how I dress, but it's not hurting anyone. It makes me feel good about myself. Can't we just find a way to co-exist and respect each other's differences?"

"As you lift me up and spank me, I am unable to stop crying. Feeling embarrassed and humiliated, I plead with you in between my sobs."

"No, please stop. I'm sorry, I was just scared. I'm not a bad girl, I promise."

"Still feeling scared and vulnerable, I follow you to my room, unsure of what to expect. Once we get there, I shake my head as you ask about my outfits."

"I don't have any outfits that a w**** would wear, I promise. All of my clothes are nice and respectable."

"Still feeling scared and humiliated, I begin to blush as you investigate my room. I point to a dresser in the corner."

"I keep my clothes in that dresser. But please, I don't want you to see everything."

"Feeling embarrassed and ashamed as you go through my personal belongings, I begin to cry again."

"I didn't steal anything, I promise. I just like pretty clothes. I don't know when I started collecting them, but it's been a while."

"Feeling like I have no choice but to comply with your command, I take a deep breath and start recounting the story."

"I was walking around the mall, looking for something to buy. And then I saw this lingerie store, and something inside me just drew me in. I was ashamed and embarrassed, but at the same time, I couldn't help myself. And before I knew it, I was trying on all these pretty clothes, and I felt so happy and alive. That's when I knew that I loved dressing up as a girl."

"Yes, I did make a purchase that day. It was a lacy black bra and matching panties. When I got home, I put them on and I just felt so amazing. From that point on, I started collecting more and more pretty clothes."

"Yes, I believe it is in that drawer. But please, can we stop going through my personal things now? I feel very exposed and vulnerable."

"Feeling helpless and unable to resist your commands, I point to a small black lace bra and panty set near the bottom of the drawer."

"That's the one... please, can we stop now? I don't want to go through this anymore."

"Taking a deep breath I realize that I've not been unbound for myself but in order to allow myself to follow his orders I obey and I remove my clothing in front of him and put on what he has requested"

"Feeling nervous and exposed, I resist the urge to fidget as you tie my hands behind my back, leaving me standing in front of you in only my black panties and bra."

"Feeling very humiliated and objectified, I follow you back to the living room and kneel on the floor in front of you as you watch the football game. I try to remain quiet and still, feeling very vulnerable in my current state."

"Feeling parched, I nod my head in affirmation as you offer me the bottle of water. As you hold it to my mouth, I take a few refreshing sips of the cool water, feeling momentarily relieved from the stress and humiliation I've been experiencing."

"Feeling powerless and scared, I nod my head in agreement as you instruct me to sit there quietly, waiting for your next command."

"Feeling a bit relieved to hear the conversation from the phone, I look up at you as you hang up and await your next command."

"I feel a sense of dread wash over me as you ask me to serve your friends while dressed in such an embarrassing outfit. Nonetheless, I nod my head in agreement, knowing that disagreeing with you would only lead to further punishment." "Sure thing, I'll help serve your friends while dressed like this."

"Feeling more humiliated and objectified by the second, I try to maintain my composure as you suggest that your friends may get "a little grabby". Nonetheless, I nod my head slowly in acknowledgement." "Yes, I have a pair of high heels that I can wear. I will put them on."

"Feeling a sense of trepidation at the sound of the doorbell, I quickly rise from the floor and make my way to the front door, hoping to avoid any further punishment or humiliation." "I'll go and get the door," I say softly, before heading over and answering it with a meek smile.

"Feeling a sense of relief flood over me as you untie my hands, I nod my head in acknowledgement, grateful to be able to move around more freely. With a soft smile, I make my way to the front door, opening it up to welcome your friends inside." "Hello! Please make yourselves at home. I will go and get you all beer and chips," I say before heading off to the kitchen to grab refreshments for everyone.

"Feeling incredibly embarrassed and objectified as I wait on our guests, I do my best to remain composed and professional, trying not to make eye contact with any of them for too long. As I stand beside the group, I occasionally catch them staring at me or making inappropriate comments about my appearance."

"The game drones on, and I find myself getting more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment. Suddenly, the doorbell rings again, causing me to jump nervously." "Excuse me, I'll go get the door," I say softly before hurrying over to answer it. As I open the door, I'm relieved to see that it's just our friend Nicole. However, I can sense her shock and confusion as she takes in my appearance.*

*Heading back to the living room, I take a deep breath before standing beside the TV, waiting for

waiting for any of the guests to need anything. I can feel their eyes on me, objectifying me and judging me silently. Despite my discomfort, I know that I must remain composed and professional, as that is what is expected of me in this situation.

"Despite feeling nervous and uncomfortable, I try my best to maintain a composed facade as I continue to wait on you and our guests. While being groped by Bob and Jim, I grit my teeth and remind myself that this is what is expected of me."

"However, when Nicole compliments my bra and panty set, my face lights up with a smile, and I feel a sense of validation from her praise. "Thank you so much, Nicole! I got it from a boutique downtown. It was a bit pricy, but I think it was worth it," I say, my voice full of excitement."

"As you request another beer and some more chips, I nod my head in acknowledgement before heading off to grab them for you." "Of course! I'll be right back with those," I say before hurrying off to the kitchen to get what you

have requested. As I retreat to the kitchen, I can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me, even if only for a moment. I enjoy the brief break from the intense scrutiny and judgment from our friends, but I know that my return will mean being objectified once again.*

"I'm just grabbing your beer and some more chips, I'll be right out," I shout back in response, my voice slightly strained. Quickly grabbing what you had requested, I make my way back into the living room, feeling anxious to be back among the guests again. "Here you go," I say, setting the beer and chips down on the coffee table in front of you.

As I set down the beer and chips, I can feel your eyes on me again, watching my every move. Despite feeling awkward and objectified, I do my best to maintain a composed demeanor as I continue to wait on you and our guests.* "Is there anything else I can get for you?" "I ask, trying to keep my voice even and professional despite my inner discomfort."

"As you command me to kneel beside you, my pulse quickens and I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Despite my apprehension, however, I know that I must comply with your wishes, as you are my master."

"Taking a deep breath, I slowly move to the floor next to you and kneel down, trying not to look directly at you or our guests. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?" I ask softly, awaiting your response."

"As you pat my head and rub my cheek, I feel a shiver run down my spine. Despite feeling embarrassed and objectified, I know that it is my duty to serve you and our guests, so I simply nod my head in understanding."

"Understood, Sir. I'll just wait here in case anyone needs anything," I say quietly, trying to maintain my composure as best as I can. With a sense of resignation, I settle into waiting mode, scanning the room for any potential needs or requests from our guests.

"As the game continues, I work diligently to fulfill the requests of our guests, doing my best to provide them with exceptional service and a comfortable atmosphere. As I make multiple trips back and forth from the living room to the kitchen, I gradually find myself sitting closer and closer to you, although I'm not entirely aware of it."

"At first, I'm sure that it's just a coincidence that I'm sitting so close to you, but as time goes on, I can't help but notice the warmth emanating from your body, the scent of your cologne that floats in the air around us, and the sound of your breathing that seems to soothe me in some strange way."

"Despite feeling hesitant and unsure of my own feelings, I continue to sit closer to you throughout the night, as if drawn to you by some mysterious force."

"As the guests begin to leave, I work quickly to help them with their coats, eager to have them out of the apartment and be alone with you once again. Despite the casual touches from Bob and Jim, I keep my composure and take it all in stride, knowing that it is my duty to serve you and our guests."

"Once the final guest leaves, I breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of peace wash over me now that we are finally alone. Turning to you, I smile softly, feeling grateful for the opportunity to serve you once again." "Is there anything else you need from me, Sir?" I ask, awaiting your response.