You must invent a lie. Plausible lies. Fastly.

You look into the face of your roommate Danny. You see the **** surprise on his face. His eyes look at you with bewilderment. His gaze inspects your feminine clothing and your feminine makeup.

You gather your courage and say: “These clothes... I just participated in a costume party in one nightclub... It was a prerequisite... All the guys at this party were dressed in women's clothes, and all the girls were dressed in men's clothes! You understand, dude: the dress code in nightclubs is something that’s hard to argue with... There were also all sorts of cosplayers there... In general, you don’t have to be surprised, dude... Everything is fine...”

Your roommate examines your body with interest.

He smiles and says: “No problem, dude! I’m fine with the fact that people have fun in such original ways... I was about to go to bed soon... But some problem just arose... Can you help me a little?”

You ask anxiously, “What’s the problem? What do you mean, Danny?"

He smiles shyly and gestures to his groin area.

You see how his shorts bulge, as if some organ is pulling on the fabric. He is clearly experiencing an erection.

Danny says apologetically, “Sorry, dude. It’s just that your appearance in these clothes really excited me... Even before this evening I was masturbating to porn videos on the Internet. For some reason, it’s been difficult for me to cum lately... But now... Could you help me relieve the tension a little? I don't mean anything complicated! Just sit in front of me in these clothes. I will sit on the sofa, and you will be on the floor at a significant distance from me. I will quickly relieve sexual arousal with my own hands. Come on dude! Remember, you already helped me that time when you twerked with your beautiful ass, which is so similar to a girl’s ass!”

You say in an offended tone: “And that time you stained my buttocks with your sperm! It was...detestationing, dude!”

Thoughts in your head (and these are your own thoughts, not the voice of Queeny’s ghost): “I didn’t experience detestation then. His sperm was not detestationly for me. I was confused. I felt shame. Fear. But I didn’t feel any detestation.”

Danny's appearance shows remorse.

He leans towards you and says in a voice trembling with excitement: “That won’t happen again this time! I promise! Just help me dude! I won’t be able to sleep because of sexual arousal!”

You look into his face.

Danny's pleading blue eyes make you feel the immorality of your behavior. You are clearly influencing his arousal. Because of this, he experiences problems that you could help him with. But you try to reject any requests for help.

The voice of the ghost of Queeny in your head sounds like an accusation against you: “What a pathetic liar you are, John... Are you saying that Danny's sperm, which flowed down your buttocks, caused you a feeling of detestation? Fragrant, tasty, beautiful sperm of a real man, which splashed from an excited big dick onto your plump buttocks of a sissy whore... Personally, it is obvious to me that you experienced completely different feelings then... There was no Detestation... There was interest... Excitement... A secretly suppressed desire to succumb to temptation..."

Queeny's words increase your psychological discomfort.

You nervously fiddle with the hem of your women's plaid miniskirt.