Your femboy roommate

These are images I generated of a semi-realistic femboy character. I call him Alex. You and other authors can use all images posted here for other chyoa.com stories. I initially just wanted to share the images but the chyoa guidelines expect you to write at least one chapter. So I wrote a short introduction of a scenario that I had in my mind when I generated these images. I hope you like it! I will try to add at least one new chapter and image every day. If you want to download the full set of this character's images (148) and use them for any of your own projects, you can find them on my patreon: patreon.com/Paulox5x

What is He Wearing??

You had always been a bit of a night owl, often finding yourself finishing up homework or chores long after your roommate had turned in for the night. On this particular evening, you were in the middle of tidying up your shared space when your thoughts drifted to your roommate, Alex. You hadn't seen much of him all day, which wasn't unusual since you both had different schedules. But something about tonight made you curious about what Alex might be doing.

With a shrug, you continued wiping down the counters and tossing trash before making your way to Alex's side of the room. Carefully, you pushed the door to his room open just enough to peek inside. Your eyes widened as he took in the sight before you.

Alex was lying on his bed, dressed in a pair of tight-fitting black pants and a… bra?

This was an unexpected sight, to say the least, and for a moment, you couldn't help but stare. Your roommate's normally masculine features seemed almost... delicate under the feminine clothing.

A surge of curiosity overpowered any sense of propriety you might have had. You took a step closer to the bed, careful not to make any noise that might disturb Alex's slumber.

Your hand reached out, your fingers tracing lightly over the fabric covering Alex's ass. The material felt silky-smooth under your touch, and as you gently squeezed, you couldn't help but notice how firm and warm your roommate's ass was.

As the tension in your hand increased, so did your heart rate. This was wrong on so many levels, but you couldn't seem to bring yourself to stop…

"HEY! What the fuck!? What are you doing in my room?"