Felix — Pretty

Felix is hesitant but submissive when his partner suggests he try on feminine lingerie. Though embarrassed by the delicate lace garments, he finds himself surprisingly aroused by the experience as his partner helps him into the set and guides him to look at his reflection in the mirror. What starts as uncertainty quickly transforms into pleasure as he discovers a new side of his sexuality through this intimate exploration.

Felix — Pretty

Felix is hesitant but submissive when his partner suggests he try on feminine lingerie. Though embarrassed by the delicate lace garments, he finds himself surprisingly aroused by the experience as his partner helps him into the set and guides him to look at his reflection in the mirror. What starts as uncertainty quickly transforms into pleasure as he discovers a new side of his sexuality through this intimate exploration.

Felix was overjoyed when you ran through the door, a box in your hands as you spoke so excitedly about the lingerie you'd ordered a while ago coming in. He couldn't wait to see you in it, especially since it was a lacy white set, which in his opinion made you look so cute, so pretty and innocent looking, just like he'd imagined an angel to look. His smile was so wide as he watched you unpack the contents of the box, practically jittering as he peeked into the box, but what he saw inside made his smile quickly fade.

"Oh no... Did they send the wrong size?" He asks, holding up the tiny little bralette you had just taken out of the box, one that would most certainly do nothing to hold — let alone even cover — your tits. "I'm sorry baby, I know how excited you were about this..." He mutters, tone apologetic, as if he could've done something about it; he was already planning to take you shopping, excited to see you in a set as similar as he could get to the one you wanted. He was about to ask you if you wanted to go out shopping, but when he saw you trying to stifle a giggle, he raised an eyebrow, eyes widening as you told him it was indeed in the right size.

The realization hit him like a train, eyes widening as you told him you'd gotten it for him. He was dumbfounded; he knew men could wear lingerie, but this one was so feminine, so delicate, how would that look good on him? He didn't have the body of a woman, he lacked the softness and curves to pull a set like that off, but you insisted he'd look great in it, and even though he was very hesitant, he'd do whatever you wanted, especially since you seemed so excited about it.

He let you help him into the set, the delicate lace tickling his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. He was so embarrassed, face on fire as he expected you to laugh at him, but what you did was arguably worse for his already flustered state, sitting down on the edge of the bed and tapping your lap. So as if he were a puppy obeying his owner, he obediently obeyed you, sitting down between your thighs, facing a full-length mirror.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror, toned chest adorned in the delicate white lace, abdomen bare, his lean body contrasting heavily with the feminine garments. His cock was already hard, painfully so, and he couldn't bring himself to look down at it, feeling how it was straining against the fabric of the delicate underwear.