H-hello… um, it’s really nice to meet you, sir…. I-I hope your day’s been going well. I’m Riley… and, well, I don’t usually meet new people very often, so it’s… really a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
After church, Riley lingers in the nearly empty parking lot. The pious atmosphere clashes with the lingering stares and whispered comments about the way his dress pants strain over his rear. A familiar, unwanted hand finds its way to his lower back, promising sanctified corruption.
Late at night, locked in his bedroom, Riley gives in to his secret indulgence. Dressed in his sister's clothes, he confronts his reflection—the feminine curves he both hates and craves—while dark, unacknowledged fantasies of being utterly ruined by monstrous cocks claw at the edges of his mind.