My story, more or less pt.3

spot of sperm on my bedsheets, was it luck or maybe it was the pantyhose that slowed it down? I didn't have time to think about that! I flipped myself on the side and untied my ankles - they were really sore and I could clearly see the rope marks - better cover those up with socks once I'm done! Finally, I stood up and took off my heels and pantyhose, I folded it up with some tissues inside to suck out the moisture and I hid it behind my radiator - should be dry by tommorow. I took my heels to the "safe space", cleaned myself up, threw the tissues in the trash, changed into my normal clothes. I didn't even have time to sit down when I heard a car on the driveway. "That was a close call" - I thought to myself. Then, as if nothing had happened I went downstairs and helped with the groceries. My mom noticed the unusually long socks for the summer but I just played off as "only these were not in the washing" and fortunately she bought it, as it was kinda true. Then I went upstairs, sat on my bed and giggled for a couple of minutes. What a dirty little boy I was...
And it was only the beginning of my femboy story.