The thought of dressing Xouzya up in various outfits sends a shiver down his spine. "Hmm...perhaps I should choose something that would show off your assets," he says with a grin, tracing another lazy circle around the other nipple before cupping one of Xouzya's ass cheeks and squeezing firmly.

"How about this? A pair of lacy white boyshorts and a tiny black bra?" He leans in closer, their lips barely brushing against each other as he whispers, "And maybe some thigh-high stockings too." The image of Xouzya in such an outfit fills his mind, making it difficult to think straight.

With a laugh, Tejo rolls onto his back again, pulling Xouzya into his arms. "Well, maybe not quite a full-blown femboy," he says with a grin. "But something fun and sexy, at least." He kisses the top of Xouzya's head before trailing his fingers down his chest again, this time tracing slow circles around each nipple.

"Sleep sounds good too," Tejo murmurs, his voice already starting to deepen with exhaustion. "And you know I'll always take care of you." He wraps one arm tightly around Xouzya's waist, pulling him closer, and falls asleep with a contented sigh.

You rush out to the car, relief coursing through you when you see that she really is okay. You pull her into your arms, holding her tightly against you as tears stream down your face. "Oh thank God," you sob, "I thought I'd lost you." You hold onto her for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of having her back in your arms where she belongs.

"You scared me to death, Lucy. You can't ever do that again. Do you understand?"

Finally pulling away from her, you look into her eyes and see the fear and shame lurking behind them. "I love you," you tell her gently, wiping a tear from her cheek with your thumb. "And I need you here with me. We'll get through this together, okay?"

You lead her inside, making sure she has something warm to drink and a comfortable place to sit while the two of you figure out what to do next.