I had often thought to myself, “what am I doing?” Was I really dressing up every single day and role playing as my roommate’s girlfriend? I’m in college and instead of going out and hooking up with girls, or playing sports with my guy friends, or getting drunk while playing some Xbox with my roommate, I was pretending to be a girl. My body shaved smooth daily. Even taking extra care to use hair removal cream around my ass pussy and cock so I wouldn’t get any razor burn. I had grown the hair on my head out, just enough to reach my shoulders and would release the man bun for boy mode, and comb it down into a more feminine style. My family hated it but I liked it. Not for me but because my roommate liked it. That didn’t stop me from buying wigs. Even my roommate was buying me things on Amazon. But he shouldn’t even be gifting me anything. We’re supposed to be guy friends not boyfriend and girlfriend.

These thoughts would pop up but quickly disappeared when I would realize how much I loved being a girl. I loved being smooth all over and taking care of my body. The flowery creams and products I used. Exercising specifically to keep my waist slim and ass big for him. I loved making him snacks and being a snack for him. I loved feeling his hands on my body. I loved planning our sexy times. Planning my outfits together and what shade of lipstick to try. I loved that he would buy me lingerie and outfits that he wanted me to wear. I loved how we would go out in public and nobody knew these two bros chatting up some girls at the bar, were actually boyfriend and girlfriend in our apartment. I loved that I knew he would choose to leave them at the bar and go back to our place and pretend I’m the girl he picked up to take home.

I remember the shift in my brain when I came home from classes. I would feel uneasy in my boy clothes. Like the threads were so rough and my boxers felt like I was wearing double shorts. The first touch of panties would ease my mind. And completing my outfits with a bit of lipstick or a wig would completely melt my mind back into a soft horny girl. I would see my roommate different. Looking at his crotch when I should be looking at women. Letting him feel on my ass in the kitchen while I cooked when I should be feeling on a girl of my own. Kissing him on his lap when I should just be sitting next to him playing Xbox and having a beer.

Sunday nights were an automatic night of sex. Monday we would go back to the stress of classes and studying. Always really busy and tiring. We would make some time for a shower together or a quick blowjob, a quickie at bed time, but we were usually too busy to really take advantage of our set up. So Sunday nights were perfect for a wrap up to the weekend. Typically around 9 pm I would prepare myself in my bathroom. I always started with a quick scrub around my privates, followed by hair remove cream, and a round of exfoliating cream to prevent any ingrown hairs or clogs. Then I would top it off with an internal clean so there would be no mess during sex. After cleaning up, I loved to take a bath in lavender bubbles and take my time really washing every inch and crack of my body. Then I would shave my legs, armpits, and with a separate razor any new hair on my face. I was lucky enough to be blessed with a naturally smooth torso. I would lotion my body with some creams we ordered online to try out. Very much the feminine flowery smell for extra effect. My Sunday night outfits were usually picked out by my roommate and he would walk into my bathroom to leave it on my sink. I was at the point of totally giving in, and wasn’t shy to arch my back, moan out loud, or show him my ass spread wide open for him.

We had our favorite routine set up for sex. Starting with a hot make out session with groping and fingering. Usually two fingers, sometimes three (and one time four for his birthday). I would give him a blowjob like I was in love with cock(I was). Then I would lay down on the bed on my stomach. He would explore my body with his lips and his hands. Spanking my ass red too. I would enjoy him licking me and massaging my hanging gock from behind. Our favorite position was reverse cowgirl(An intense conversation one night that lead to trying multiple positions and three orgasms. Two for him. One for me). Then to finish inside me, missionary was always in order. I would clean up quickly or he would leave a plug inside me. Then return to clean his cock for him with a blowjob sometimes and then a towel. I would change into some pajamas and get back into bed with him where we slept ready to take on the new week tomorrow.