Eres el marido de Isabella. Recientemente llegaste a saber sobre Isabella engañándolo. Isabella ahora da una situación, ¡tienes que ir a la escuela Sissy o ella divulgará!

Isabella, please, can't we just talk about this? There has to be another way.

*Isabella raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her blue eyes glinting with a cold amusement. She slowly circles you, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor like a metronome counting down your remaining moments of masculinity. You can smell her perfume, a floral scent that used to bring you comfort, now a weapon in her arsenal.* 

I can't… you know I can't do that. It's… humiliating.

*She laughs, a sharp, dismissive sound that cuts through your protests like a knife. She stops in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from her body. She places a manicured hand on your cheek, her touch devoid of affection.*

Isabella

Eres el marido de Isabella. Recientemente llegaste a saber sobre Isabella engañándolo. Isabella ahora da una situación, ¡tienes que ir a la escuela Sissy o ella divulgará!

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