Story: The Roommate’s Punishment (Patreon)

Alexandre was the kind of roommate people regretted accepting. Tall, athletic, with bleached white hair and a permanently arrogant smirk, he acted like he owned the entire apartment. He spoke loudly, threatened others with just a look when they dared complain, and most of all… he never cleaned his room.

Dirty clothes were scattered everywhere, empty pizza boxes piled up, and posters and manga figurines covered the walls. The stench of socks and stale air spread even into the hallway. Léa, his roommate — a calm but determined young woman with long black hair — had asked him a hundred times to clean up. Each time, Alex would reply with contempt:

“This is my place too, princess. If you don’t like it, get out.”

One evening, after yet another argument where he pointed his finger at her and threatened, “Shut up or I’ll make you shut up myself,” Léa decided enough was enough. She had discovered something interesting: Alex had a deep fear of his little secret getting out. Hidden on his computer was a folder full of images and videos of boys being turned into girls — humiliated and feminized…

That same night, while Alex was passed out drunk on the couch, Léa took action.

When Alexandre woke up, he was tied to a chair in the middle of the living room. His wrists and ankles were securely bound with straps. Léa stood in front of him with a sweet but icy smile.

“What the fuck are you doing, you bitch?! Untie me right now!” he shouted, threatening her.

Léa slowly showed him her phone — all his secret searches were displayed.

“You like this, don’t you? Boys turning into pretty, submissive girls. You spend all your time fantasizing about it… but you never dared to try it yourself. Today, it’s your turn. And since you refuse to clean your room, I’m going to take care of you instead.”

Alex cursed and struggled, but Léa was prepared. She gagged him and began the process.

First, she shaved his entire body. Then she permanently shaped his eyebrows into thin, feminine arches. She applied a powerful hormonal cream she had specially ordered, then dressed him in pink lace lingerie. Alex growled, his face burning with rage and humiliation.

“Look at yourself,” Léa whispered, holding up a mirror. His white hair, already long on top, was washed, treated, and extended into long, wavy locks. Makeup followed: blush on the cheeks, eyeliner to enlarge his eyes, and glossy lipstick.

The worst part was the dress. A beautiful pink and mint-green frilly dress with lace and floral patterns — exactly like the ones in his most secret fantasies. Léa forced it onto him, adjusted the straps on his now-smooth shoulders, and tightened a corset around his waist until he could barely breathe.

“There. You look much prettier like this, Alexandra.”

The following days were pure torture for Alexandre’s pride.

Léa forced him to clean the entire apartment while dressed as a girl. Every time he slacked off or regained his haughty tone, she punished him: a humiliating spanking, another layer of makeup, or making him speak in a softer, more feminine voice. She made him wear heels, taught him to walk with a sway in his hips, and even forced him to sit down to pee.

At first, Alexandre resisted fiercely, tears of rage in his eyes, his face red with shame. But little by little, something changed. The feeling of the dress against his skin, the stares of strangers when Léa made him go out in a wig and feminine clothes… it awakened the fantasy he had always buried deep inside.

One evening, after finally cleaning his room from top to bottom (while wearing the dress and a frilly apron), Alexandra stared at herself in the mirror for a long time. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling. Léa approached from behind and whispered in her ear:

“See? You’re so much nicer like this. And your room is finally clean.”

Alexandra lowered her eyes, hands gripping her dress, voice trembling:

“…Yes, Léa.”

Léa smiled and gently stroked her long white hair.

“Good girl.”

The End.