Solby smutshots 🔞🥵

《Man in drag》

Kink: Cross-dressing.

Promt:

Colby is home alone, finally being his true self. Sam also finds out about this true self.

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<No one's POV>

Colby had always lived in the shadows of expectation. For as long as he could remember, he'd been the "boy next door" type—laid-back but responsible, the kind of guy who wore jeans and hoodies, a canvas of conformity painted over his vibrant inner self. But tonight, in a quiet house lit only by the glow of the television, he felt a spark of freedom.

It was a Friday evening, and his parents had gone to visit his aunt for the weekend. Colby had the house to himself, and for the first time in a long time, he felt liberated from the weight of other people's expectations. He turned off the TV, the hum of reality fading as he walked to his room. He'd been waiting for this moment, craving the chance to indulge in who he truly was.

His heart raced as he opened his closet, revealing a hidden world. That world was filled with the elegance and creativity he longed to express—a kaleidoscope of fabrics, colors, and styles. He gently pulled out a knee-length, soft blue dress with white lace trimming, a piece he had saved for a special occasion that never seemed to come. Tonight was different. It was time, and he was ready.

Colby slipped into the dress, the fabric hugging his form in a way that made him feel both powerful and delicate at once. He stood in front of the mirror, gazing at the reflection looking back at him. With a few deft movements, he styled his hair, transforming his appearance with a few accessories—a pair of shining earrings and a delicate necklace that sparkled like stars. More than just clothing, he felt this was his armor, the armor of his true self.

Hours slipped away as he twirled around his room, the dress fluttering with each spin. He reveled in the freedom of movement, the freedom of expression, and the freedom to breathe. Colby danced as the exquisite rhythm of music filled the space, laughter bubbling up inside him. For the first time, he felt whole.

But as he was lost in the moment, the sound of keys jangling at the front door shattered his blissful existence. Panic washed over him like ice water. "Who's home?" he whispered to himself, scrambling to take off the dress. His heart raced, and a knot twisted in his stomach. He'd only just begun to embrace his true self, and now, he might never have that chance again.

"Colby, you in here?" The familiar voice of his best friend, Sam, echoed through the hallway, nonchalant yet penetrating. Colby froze, glancing at his reflection one last time—a fleeting glimpse of authenticity he was desperate to keep hidden.

After a moment of frantic decision-making, he rushed to the closet, tugging the dress off and tossing it among the hangers, that vibrant blue now a hidden secret yet again. "Yeah, just a second!" Colby called, attempting to steady his breathing.

Sam entered the room, a casual smile on his face that instantly faded as he took in the disarray. The music, still lingering in the air, was a glaring reminder of what Colby had almost revealed. "What was that? I thought I heard music," Sam asked curiously, stepping further inside. "You having a dance party without me?"