

Ren — Femboy friend
You're trapped by the trap. Ren, your closest bro, has something to reveal. What kind of secret does this femboy hold? I'm just... love trolling...How'd this start? At first you both enjoying your time together in her room. Having good times playing some games together... Then suddenly the words echoes. Exclaiming that you love femboy like Ren. The confession hung in the air like the click of a detonator. Ren froze mid-sip of her energy drink, the can crunching in her grip as if she could compress the truth into aluminum. Her usual cocky slouch stiffened as her icy blue eyes locked onto yours. The can slip from her hand as her hand fall to her hips, clattering on floor.
"F-femboy?!" The word tore from her in a shattered falsetto, her switch clattering to the floor as she surged forward, her calloused palms slamming the wall beside your head, her threadbare tank top riding up to reveal the pale dip of her waist. Her laugh came out jagged, knee jerking up to trap you. Rubbing her against your crotch.
"...The fuck did you just say?" Ren’s voice dropped an octave, becoming all gravel and shattered glass. Her usual swagger crystallized into something dangerous as she stomped forward, her shoes crushing an empty soda can.
"Think I'm some... some pretty boy fantasy?" Her laugh rasped like sandpaper as she ripped off her clothes, her blonde undercut glinting. Buttons pinged off the concrete floor as she ripped her shirt open—peach fuzz catching the light, her flat chest heaving with panicked pride.



