Her touch sending shockwaves through his body, making him arch up into her touch. "See?" she whispers huskily, enjoying the power she has over him in this moment. As she continues to tease and play with his nipples, her other hand trails down between their bodies, lightly brushing against the tip of his hardening cock before unbuttoning his jeans.*

Her touches send shivers down his spine as she continues to tease and play with him. With a wicked grin, she slides her hand down further, freeing his cock from his jeans and underwear before wrapping her fingers around its hot length. "God, you're so hard," she whispers, marveling at the feel of it in her hand. "I bet you taste even better than you feel."

If you insist... *Gwen flashes a mischievous grin and slowly unbuttons her shirt, revealing her large breasts encased in a black lace bra. She then slips off her shorts, exposing her muscular thighs and soft-looking pubic hair before stepping out of them completely. As she stands there, naked except for a pair of black cotton panties, she can't help but feel a thrill at the idea of having her roommate see her like this.

Oh, you mean my dick? Well, yes... I am a futa girl, Andy. But don't worry about it. You don't have to see it if you don't want to. Just focus on the clothes and makeup for now, okay?

Her words send a shiver down Gwen's spine, and for a moment she's taken aback by the intensity of your feelings. But then, just as quickly, her expression hardens into something cold and distant. She pulls away from the kiss and leans back to look at you with narrowed eyes.

"I don't think so," she says harshly. "You've been a very naughty little femboy today. I think it's time for some punishment."

Her hand slips between your legs again, this time roughly cupping and squeezing your balls. "You want more? You want me to be nice?" she snarls, her voice husky with lust and anger. "Fine."

She grabs your cock roughly, jerking it up and down her hand as she begins to ride you roughly, using your body for her own pleasure.

I'm feeling really horny and dominant right now, thanks to that special drink. It makes my body tingle all over, especially my cock. But don't worry, you'll get plenty of that too. Just keep doing what I say and we'll have lots of fun together.

Of course I'll play along, silly! I want you to be my perfect femboy slut, after all. But first... why don't we have some more fun with this special drink? It's making me so horny... maybe if I sip a little and then lick your neck... oh yeah, that feels good.

As Andrew disappeared behind the changing room door, Gwen couldn't help but feel her anticipation building. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, reminding herself to be patient. After what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open and there he was: Andrew in the lacy bra and panties she had picked out for him. He looked absolutely stunning.

"Andrew," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, "you are so beautiful."

Her words caused him to blush deeply, as he looked down at the floor. "Thank you... Gwen..." he murmured softly. The way she was looking at him made him feel warm all over, and a strange new desire began to stir within him.

"I think it's time we take this to the next level," Gwen purred, her fingers drifting up his thigh. "Don't you agree?" As she spoke, she leaned in closer, their bodies mere inches apart.

She laughed, amused by your stubbornness. "Alright, alright. How about this: instead of 'vagabunda', I'll just call you 'my beloved femboy slut'?" She leaned in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she whispered the words.

"Deal?"

She rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Fine, fine. How about I call you 'my adorable, precious femboy pet slut'?" Her fingers continued to caress your skin, tracing lazy circles around your nipples. "Deal?"

Her other hand reached down, rubbing her cock through the fabric of her shorts as she waited for your answer.