This conversation clearly won't be easy...

By the time your roommate enters the room, you're simply sitting at the kitchen table, drinking tea.

You've already cleared away any "evidence" of what you were doing here an hour ago.

Peter's laptop, turned off, is in its usual place...

Peter sighs heavily and slowly walks to the bed, removing his heavy backpack (filled with textbooks and library books) from his back.

Then he goes to the bathroom, washes his hands and faces the bathroom.

Afterward, he starts drinking tea with you.

Your roommate's gaze expresses a mixture of bewilderment and disapproval.

"Billy... You didn't attend any of your lectures at college today, did you? I looked for you and even asked the professors about you..." - Peter's tone is weary.

"Um... Yes, that's true... I... I had to skip today's lectures..." you mumble.

"Oh... We've already discussed this matter several times... To effectively prepare for exams, we both need to attend all lectures without exception! Skipping lectures could anger some professors... It's an unacceptable increase in the risk of our failure!" - usually coolhead Peter now displays a rare emotionality.

"I... My absence from today's lectures... I had a valid reason..." - you say quietly, trying not to make eye contact with your interlocutor.

"What reason? Are you sick? You don't look sick at all right now! No coughing, sneezing, or other visible symptoms! What reason are you talking about, Billy?" - your roommate is clearly determined to find out the circumstances of your absence.

The reason...

The big, stinking dick of an aggressive, alcoholic hobo who threatened to shoot you...

The big, stinking dick that mercilessly fucked your mouth and throat...

The foul taste and nauseating smell are still there...

It seems to be partly a psychological effect...

Tell the truth about what happened?

That would have dire consequences...

You frantically try to come up with something to say.

"I... I had to..." - you begin to answer, extremely hesitantly.

"What? What happened?" - Peter asks impatiently.

"The reason... It's because... My auntie Martha... She had an accident... Her health suddenly deteriorated... Cardiovascular problems... I only found out about it today... It was hard for me, I experienced a lot of stress due to emotional experiences..." - you uttered these phrases in a quiet, trembling, almost tearful voice.

Images of the dramatic events that happened to you today flash through your mind.

You also recall earlier problems and all your failures and embarrassing incidents from the past.

You are overcome with self-pity...

It seems you even managed to provoke a small tear to slowly trickle down your cheek.

"I skipped lectures... Because I was so worried about auntie Martha's health... I was only recently able to come to my senses and calm down..." - you uttered, almost crying.

"Billy... I'm sorry... I didn't know..." - your roommate's voice sounds as if he's ashamed of the pressure he's put on you.

It seems your "acting skills" were so high that Peter accepted your lies with absolute trust, as something true and undeniable.

"Liar. Liar. Liar..." - monotonous "knock" of conscience in your mind.

However, even though you're embarrassed to look Peter in the eye, you continue: "My aunt told me something else... These unfortunate problems... All of this has caused her medical expenses to increase exponentially... Because of this, she won't be able to send me such large sums of money every month anymore..."

Peter nodded understandingly: "We'll have to step up our efforts... We need to start earning more money... I'll try to think of something..."

He finishes his tea.

"And one more thing..." - you continue to exploit on your "diplomatic success".

"What else? Any other big problems?" - Peter asks.

"A small thing compared to what just happened... But still, I think you should know: I went to the store to get my broken smartphone repaired. Unfortunately, the diagnostics revealed it was beyond repair. It's just a useless piece of metal and plastic..." - you say.

"So, you need to buy a new smartphone... Well... I'll try to help you with that too..." - Peter replies.

"Thank you... You're a true friend..." - you smile wearily.

"You're welcome... And I apologize again, Billy... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put so much pressure on you... I just didn't know you were going through so much trouble right now because of what happened with your auntie..." - Peter blushed slightly, probably ashamed of having judged you.

So, your manipulative lie was very plausible...

Your roommate didn't learn any information that was detrimental to you.

Moreover, he apparently plans to provide you with substantial financial assistance.

But how will he obtain the additional money?

You'll soon find out...

So, it's already late evening...

Before bed, you and your roommate are **** to "pose" again for a wealthy perverted donator.

A kinky photo shoot of two young male students, dressed only in lingerie...

And again, you devote a significant amount of time (almost an hour) to women's makeup...

Hairless, smooth bodies...

Lipstick, mascara, blush, powder, creams...

The pleasant touch of the silky fabric of thongs and bras on soft, sensitive skin...

And a piquant detail: two micropenises, each securely locked in a flat metal chastity cage...

This appearance of you both brings to mind images of sissy pornstars you've seen on the Internet...

While Peter was photographing you, you glanced briefly at yourself in the mirror (which is mounted in the closet door).

"I... I look like some kind of pretty... girl?! What kind of absurd crap am I **** to do for money?!" - you think, shocked.

Well, when the shameful photoshoot to satisfy the lustful desires of some anonymous pervert was over, you both began getting ready for bed.

When the lights were turned off in the room, you couldn't fall asleep for a long time...

You tossed and turned...

At first, thoughts of today's terrible events wouldn't leave your head...

However, gradually fatigue began to overtake your body and mind...

Little by little, you begin to fall asleep...

In your dreams, you see a "kaleidoscope" of jumbled images, some of which are due to your copious viewing of porn...

The visual images are combined with music and a cacophony of barely distinguishable voices. In your sleep, you're not in control of your body and aren't aware that your mouth is open and you've begun to lightly suck on the index finger of your right hand.

Finally, you "fall" into deeper dream "levels"...