Hidden submissive streak
Ugh, finally,” William moaned, checking the door’s peephole to make sure his coworker had walked far enough down the hall before stripping out of the sweatpants and oversized shirt he had been wearing, slipping on the pink lingerie he had frantically hidden moments before answering the door. “I thought he would never leave.” It was such a pain whenever one of his old friends or coworkers stopped in for a chat. Putting on some baggy old sweatshirt three times his new size, washing off his makeup, hiding anything that looked a little too feminine from view of the living room - All to keep them under the impression that Second Puberty was a miserable experience for him. That impression couldn’t be farther from the truth. It would tank his reputation with his friends if they ever found out, but privately, William was ecstatic. The more feminine his body became, the less he could deny that he felt more at home with his cleavage pushing out of a tank top than hidden under a sweatshirt. ...