You tried to somehow avoid unnecessary attention to your person...

A short-term wave of panic and slightly irrational fear of exposure took over your mind.

"Calm down... I need to calm down and answer... This man doesn't know anything about... about what I actually did..." - you try to direct your thoughts in a constructive direction.

"Hey, guy! What were you doing there? Your groan sounded too loud... Maybe, were you doing something forbidden?" - a male bass voice sounds more demanding.

This voice...

It seems to you that this voice sounds a little familiar...

Sudden awareness of the situation provokes a new "flash" of fear in your mind - you remember that this is the voice of one of the security guards who carry out the checkpoint regime and ensure security measures on the college territory.

You think his name is mr. Castillo…

He is very eager to please the college administration and, therefore, is extremely suspicious and often zealous in checking the behavior of students.

You remember an incident that happened about a couple of months ago, when mr. Castillo was able to find a couple of joints of marijuana in the pockets of one of the students at the checkpoint.

It was a scandal…

That young student-guy was **** to pay a significant fine and was threatened with expulsion from college in case of repeating such offenses.

And mr. Castillo, judging by rumors, received a cash bonus from the college administration…

"I have to demand that you come out of the toilet! You are behaving too strangely, guy!" - in the tone of a bass male voice, you feel an increased suspicion towards you.

With slightly trembling fingers, you quickly delete the internet site search history from your smartphone.

After that, you get up from the toilet and pull on your black women's thong.

Then – you pull up your pants and examine your appearance…

Everything seems to look decent.

In any case, it is unlikely that any of the outside observers would guess that your men's pants and T-shirt actually hide the shameful fact that you are wearing women's underwear...

However, in your own head, the awareness of this fact has not disappeared.

A lacy women's bra of a light pinkish shade…

A women's thong of a black shade…

The silky and smooth fabric of these items of intimate women's wardrobe gives you exquisite pleasure when in contact with your skin.

And, at the same time, this fact causes constant thoughts about your shameful weakness and humiliation...

A real man would never wear women's underwear on his body...

But, in addition to this, you have something much more perverted and shameful on your body...

Flat chastity cage...

An image of this metal device that blocks your pathetic little penis appears in your mind...

Flat chastity cage, which you cannot remove from your body by yourself...

Flat chastity cage, which is proof of your shameful status as a sissy...

Flat chastity cage, which makes you pee while sitting like a girl...

Flat chastity cage...

You, in some recently watched porn videos, saw similar devices on the bodies of sissy-sluts who indulged in passionate and kinky sex with muscular males.

Probably, the depraved images you saw were forever “imprinted” in your memory…

You are like these voluptuous feminized sissy-sluts…

Probably, the inexorable course of life’s events will soon make you fully realize the fact that you are a pathetic weak effeminate sissy-girl, who is completely devoid of even the slightest remnants of masculinity…

A pathetic weak effeminate sissy-girl…

The events and your actions that have occurred over the past month are fully consistent with this status.

You blush with intense shame at the mere thought of the chain of actions that led to this state of affairs...

It was a chain of actions worthy of an effeminate sissy-cumwhore like you...

The stream of such humiliating, yet strangely sexually arousing thoughts almost makes you forget about the current dangerous situation, but a loud shout brings your attention back.

"Guy! I'm starting to lose my patience!" - there is anger in the voice of mr. Castillo.

Sighing, you open the door and leave the toilet.

You see a muscular, tall latino-man who is dressed in a security guard uniform.

Beautiful bronze skin tone and strong muscular hairy arms...

A few old scars on a bald head...

A gaze of slightly narrowed black eyes...

A small black moustache and a large "aquiline" nose...

The guard looks closely into your eyes as if trying to detect signs of **** intoxication in your body.

You feel scared and do not even dare to justify yourself.

Then mr. Castillo searches you.

For some reason, the touch of muscular male hands on your body makes you feel strange impulses of excitement, emotional weakness and a desire to prolong the moments of these strong touches...

However, you recently watched porn and jerked off...

Probably, these emotions are just a residual effect of what happened...

At least, it seems so to you...

As a result: mr. Castillo does not find any incriminating things on you.

Judging by his appearance, he is even a little disappointed.

This stern-looking man looks displeased and casts a careful glance at you.

"So what happened, guy?" - his tone sounds commanding and seems to not allow even the possibility of objections and indignation at his unceremoniousness.

"I... I just sometimes suffer from indigestion and diarrhea..." - you mumble the first lie that comes to your mind.

"State your first and last name, guy..." - Mr. Castillo.

"I... My name is Billy Atkins, sir..." - you mumble fearfully.

The guard takes a notebook out of his jeans pocket and writes something down.

It seems that he remembered you and, probably, in the future you should be prepared for unpleasant "surprises".

After that, Mr. Castillo leaves the room.

You remain standing in the middle of the toilet for some time, slightly trembling from emotional tension.

"This time I managed to avoid problems... But in the future I need to be more careful..." - you think.

You are distracted from your momentary thoughts by another visitor to the men's room.

A guy-student you don't know entered the room and lightly nudged you in the shoulder as he passed by.

"Move aside, loser!" - rudeness addressed to you sounds quite familiar to you.

Ever since your school days, your appearance and your timid nature have been factors that contributed to the fact that you were not respected and were often subjected to bullying.

This is not surprising: when you have neither physical strength, nor willpower, nor charisma... - it is difficult to resist the pressure of those who like to mock the weak...

You do not pay attention to the insult and you simply leave the men's room.

So, now you can return to your student dorm room.

Or you can postpone the moment of returning "to home" and do something useful for studying in college (for example: visit the library).

Another option: you can walk around the city to have fun.