As you open the door to your room, you hear something...

Slightly out of breath from the long walk and the climb up the stairs, you approach the door to your room.

As you open the door, you hear your roommate's voice coming from the back of the room: "Thanks for donations! I love you all! Come to tomorrow's stream!"

It seems that while you were walking to the mall across town, picking and choosing a new smartphone, and doing some... other things, Peter had already hosted today's stream.

Your participation in this stream was unnecessary.

You sighed with relief, remembering the crazy and embarrassing things you and your roommate usually have to do for the entertainment of your stream viewers and to collect their donations. Money is important, of course...

But what kind of depraved crap have you done before...

Thoughts in your head, as if mocking you, remind you of "pictures" of yourself sucking a dildo, jerking off your friend's penis, fucking your asshole with a dildo...

You try to distance yourself from such thoughts and go to the kitchen to drink some orange juice.

"Hmm... Some kind of strange smell..." - you think, smelling something unusual.

Then your hand opens the refrigerator...

A liter-sized carton of juice...

You pick up a glass from the table and start pouring juice...

And you almost drop the half-filled glass on the floor!

"What's wrong, Billy? You look like you've seen a ghost..." - Peter comes closer, probably wanting to grab some food in the kitchen after the stream.

Your shocked blue eyes are fixed on your roommate.

He...

He looks so feminine-charming right now that you'd hardly recognize him if you weren't just a few meters away...

Well-groomed, smooth, almost radiant, aristocratically pale skin...

Fluffy, large black eyelashes covered with mascara...

The languid, sensually expressive gaze of his beautiful brown eyes...

Seductive, slightly shiny, and seemingly moisturized, plump lips, coated in a soft pink lipstick...

Peter waves his hand in front of your face...

And you see the beautiful pink manicure on his long, slender fingers.

That's where that strange smell is coming from!

Nail polish!

You stare at it all, your mouth hanging open in amazement...

You're at a loss for words...

Finally, seeing your roommate's puzzled, questioning gaze, you try to somehow explain your stunned state.

"I... I'm just a little... surprised by how you look right now, Peter..." - you mumble, realizing your roommate's face now looks like he's one of the most beautiful girls you've ever seen.

"Oh! Is that the only thing that surprised you? Nothing special... It's just that I dedicated my entire stream today to makeup... The stream's viewers helped me with advice, and I applied makeup to my face after watching several tutorials... Of course, not all viewers liked it... Some wanted something more... hardcore... But I still think today's stream was a success – there were quite a few donations!" - he says.

Looking at Peter's beautifully made-up feminine face, you think: "Several tutorials? Fuff! It seems Peter's perfectionism, meticulousness, and diligence have led him to study makeup as fervently as he attends college lectures..."

Your roommate's ability to maximize learning efficiency is sometimes even... frightening...

On the other side, the idea of ​​diversifying your streams seems quite rational.

Not only does this give you and your roommate a break from the most "hardcore" viewer's challenges, but it also allows you to better entertain your audience (keeping them from getting used to the same old content and getting bored).

"If you want, I can give you a detailed makeup tutorial later!" - Peter says cheerfully.

"Hm... Maybe another time..." - you mumble sheepishly.

Then, trying to change the subject, you tell your roommate about your shopping spree.

He's genuinely happy that you now have a new smartphone.

You explained your "purchase" of new lingerie by saying you found a store with deep discounts and a clearance-sale.

Another lie – but you couldn't admit to shoplifting, could you?!

Luckily for you, Peter paid little attention to your explanations, as he was currently preoccupied with matters related to college lectures and exam preparation.

So, you both spent the next few hours studying…

After a light dinner, you both devoted a little time to what had become a familiar activity: the "traditional photo shoot" for the donator-pervert.

Peter applied a light makeup to your face, which, however, didn't look nearly as stunningly beautiful as his own.

The donator-pervert was clearly very pleased to receive yet another photo of both of your thong-clad butts…

In a text message, he particularly complimented your roommate's appearance – apparently, Peter's skills in the use of women's cosmetics impressed this wealthy guy as much as you did.

Then, that evening, you chose to relax: you spent a few hours playing your favorite online games (apparently, this is one of your most important needs, the very reason you need a smartphone). After that, you and your roommate went to bed.

You both felt a pleasant anticipation – after all, tomorrow was Sunday!

The day when the "metal captivity" of your tiny cocklets would end!

The conditions had been met, and the donator-pervert had promised you and Peter in correspondence to give you the keys to your chastity cages...