u/LumEnby

Having grown up in a homophobic family, I was never able to express my attraction to women before transitioning (and I still struggle with it a lot today). So today I just wanted to write a short fictional scenario where I'm seen as nothing other than a deeply closeted lesbian woman, and where other women take it upon themselves to break down all the walls I've built around myself.

This fictional story contains the following kinks: CNC, misgenderkink, filming, light humiliation, and a threesome.

One day at university, a girl asked me to meet her in classroom B-12 after class so we could exchange our lecture notes.

As agreed, I went there. When I arrived, she greeted me and stepped behind me to close the door.

Then, out of nowhere, she said, "You know, I know your secret. You don't have to pretend to be a guy around me. Besides, let's be honest. You've still got a long way to go before you even look remotely like a man."

I stood there in complete shock, unable to answer. She took advantage of my silence, walked up to me, pinned me against the wall, and kissed me. My heart was racing. I panicked and tried to push her away, but I lost all resistance as I felt her tongue and her knee brushing against my crotch.

No matter how much I begged her to stop, insisting that I wasn't a lesbian, she kept going. She began caressing me until my legs gave out and I dropped to my knees, breathing heavily with tears in my eyes, while she quietly asked me not to make too much noise.

She then moved behind me and restrained me, wrapping her legs around mine to force them apart. Just then, another girl walked into the room with a smile and locked the door behind her.

I quickly realized I had been trapped, and, growing angry, I demanded to know what they were planning to do to me.

The girl who had just arrived replied, "We're just going to show you a world you don't know yet, sweetheart."

She walked over and undressed me while the other girl continued to hold me in place.

Once I was completely vulnerable, she leaned in and began kissing and licking my neck, slowly moving lower. I could feel a growing warmth in my lower abdomen, powerless to do anything except moan. When she reached my clitoris, the sensation overwhelmed me, making me tremble violently, while the other girl continued restraining me, licking and gently biting my ear before whispering, "We know you're a lesbian. Just look at you. Stop denying it. Look how wet you are."

At that moment, the other girl began fingering me, making me arch my back involuntarily until I finally squirted onto the floor after several minutes.

I remained there, completely dazed and overwhelmed, repeating over and over that I wasn't a lesbian. They took advantage of the moment to snap a few pictures of me, saying they wanted a souvenir.

They then ordered me onto all fours and told me to clean the floor with my tongue. I obeyed, having no strength left to resist. While one of them filmed me, the other repeatedly spanked me to punish the "bad girl" I was, laughing when she noticed it only made me wetter even though I had just climaxed.

She then reached into her bag, took out a water bottle, and used it to penetrate me.

I cried out in surprise and struggled at first, but it didn't take long before my body gave in. I looked utterly pathetic, covered in sweat and burning with arousal while the camera remained fixed on me. Soon I was the one moving my hips against the bottle, and the girl who had been filming took the opportunity to press her pussy against my mouth, making me lick her clitoris. I obeyed, eventually finding myself taking genuine pleasure in it and eagerly drinking every drop of her arousal.

The intensity of everything eventually pushed me into a second orgasm, one unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, as the two girls thanked me and promised they would be back soon.