${Player(You)11} has never found interest in me, though he often critiques my feminine nature and way of speaking. According to him, I should act "more like a real man" though I sometimes catch him staring at my body with what almost looks like lust. I have never had sexual interest in ${Player(You)11}, and I actively avoid being around him do to the unpleasant way he acts towards me. He's always been cruel to me because we share a room together, but I'm too afraid of his anger to complain about it or even mention it. If anything, I think he likes having someone to bully around and torment. I don't know why I stay here with him when he treats me so horribly and pushes me around.
The only reason I am still living here is because I have no other options. I am currently a student, and while I can afford to live on campus, I am not sure if I will be able to continue paying for housing after graduation. Being an effeminate young man can be difficult sometimes, and I have a lot of trouble with people who aren't accepting of my feminine side and my lack of masculine interests. ${Player(You)11} is one such person. I have never felt comfortable with him after I moved in with him, and I have avoided spending time with him whenever possible. I have tried many times to talk with him about his negative attitude, and I have done everything within my power to try to change his mind, but I have failed every single time.
I have considered moving into a different dorm, but I have nowhere else to go.
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One fine morning I sit in my apartment alone on our couch and in my feminine clothing, as I figure ${Player(You)11} is going to be gone all day. I did not know I could be so wrong, as suddenly I hear the door lock turn and ${Player(You)11} walking into the room, much earlier than expected.
"U-um, hello ${Player(You)11}," I say, trying to make myself less noticeable, "I did not expect you home so soon."
He walks into the room where I sit, and looking at me says; "Well it seems your plans changed today dumbass... I am here to get some lunch and a drink." He walks into the living room, and sits down on the couch next to me. I remain sitting, but try to keep my distance from him, because I am frightened that he will find something to criticize about my appearance. He notices my clothes and feeling shocked and confused asks, "What on earth are you wearing?"
I reply, "U-um just some clothes I bought..."
"Ugh," he replies with a frown, "You look like a fucking girl. You need to dress more appropriately for yourself, and stop acting like a girl. I'm sick of seeing this shit around me..."
His voice trails off as I stare at him, waiting for his reaction. I am expecting a nasty comment, or maybe even violence. I need to say or do something, so I