How do you answer?

"It's not"

The answer comes out of your mouth before you know it and it was all up to Kevin to interpret the half-truth, but you knew how he was going to take it. You struggled to get off, but in your position, there wasn't much you could do.

"Fine, your choice."

Kevin speeds up his thrusting, until with a final thrust, cum erupts out of his cock and into your pussy. You could feel his cock pulse again and again, as the hot fluid filled you up.

You pushed off of Kevin as soon as his grip on you loosed enough, which sent you sprawling to the floor, your legs refusing to work. Birth control seemed largely innefective when using X-Change, but there was still a chance.

"You could've been honest," Kevin shrugged, casually pulling up his pants of his wet, deflating dick.

Taking off your shirt and rubbing your pussy clean, you threw the shirt at Kevin.

"I was honest!" you grabbed the kitchen counter and pulled yourself up. "I'm not fucking gay!"

"Well..."

"It's not a fucking joke! And I'm not going to be your bitch!" you shouted, stalking off to your room as fast as you could, which wasn't very.