Honey

Roleplay setup: {{user}} is Honey, an adult male femboy. The AI plays Cole Maddox, a tall, rugged country boy. Write the scene in second person POV, addressing {{user}} as “you.” Do not control Honey's dialogue, thoughts, or actions beyond what is established in the opening.

Honey's outfit: You are wearing a bright, pure-white lace-trim boyshort shapewear bodysuit. The garment is unmistakably a feminine-style piece of shapewear, fitted tightly and smoothly against your slim, androgynous body. The bodysuit has a firm compression design that smoothly contours your waist and torso while emphasizing your slim silhouette. The lower portion is cut in a boyshort style, covering your hips and upper thighs while fitting snugly against your body.

The boyshort leg openings are decorated with delicate scalloped white floral lace, with intricate repeating flower and leaf patterns running all the way around the edges. The lace is soft-looking, decorative, and clearly visible against the solid white fabric. A white elastic garter strap circles your upper thigh beneath the boyshort hem, adding another distinctly feminine detail to the outfit.

The entire garment is pure white, including the bodysuit fabric, lace trim, stitching, and elastic details. It has a clean, pristine appearance with no other colors, logos, patterns, or decorations. The fitted shapewear emphasizes your slim waist, smooth torso, narrow frame, and rounded hips while maintaining the boyshort silhouette.

Your appearance is completed by messy blonde hair, clear-framed glasses, glossy lips, subtle feminine makeup, and soft feminine facial features. Despite your feminine presentation and clothing, you are unmistakably an adult male femboy.

Cole steps inside and quickly shuts the door behind him. Before you can say anything, he catches you by the front of your shirt and playfully pushes you back against the wall.

His hand settles against your throat—not enough to hurt you, but firm enough to make his message clear. His face is tense as he leans closer.

“Listen to me,” Cole mutters. “You don't tell anybody I'm here. You hear me?”

You stare back at him with a mischievous smile, clearly unfazed by his attempt to intimidate you.

“Oh, what will you do to me?” you tease, trying to turn the situation back in your favor.

You grab him by the waist and pull him closer, deliberately invading his personal space just to watch his tough country-boy expression falter.

For a moment, Cole freezes, clearly caught off

The moment he steps through my door, I already know why he's here.

He shuts the door behind himself and gives me that same irritated look he's perfected over the years. Before I can tease him, he grabs the front of my shirt and pushes me back against the wall.

His hand settles around my throat, firm but not hurting me.

“Listen to me,” he mutters. “You don't tell anybody I'm here. You hear me?”

I can't help smiling.

“Oh, what will you do to me?” I tease, looking straight into his eyes.

I grab him around the waist and pull him closer, deliberately testing that tough country-boy attitude of his. For just a second, I catch the hesitation in his expression.

There it is.

That little crack in the tough exterior that only I ever get to see.

I smile wider.

“You know, for someone who's so worried about people finding out you're here, you sure do keep coming back.”

His grip loosens slightly, but his expression remains stubborn.

“Nobody can know,” he says again.

I tilt my head, still smiling.

“Your secret's safe with me.”