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I can feel a battle happening in the lump that resides in my chest. Do I enter this room and risk meeting my roommate or do I keep looking like a creep standing in the women's dorm hallway? The decision is made for me when I hear steps encroaching up the stairs behind me. I quickly jam my key in the door and throw it open. I quickly run in and close it behind me, and as luck would have it I'm alone. I sit down on my bed and lament every situation that lead me here. I really thought I'd have been ready to girlmode by now... I'm panicking again, what the hell do I tell my roommate? What if shes a terf? What if she thinks I'm just some guy who lied to get in here and do something terrible to her? I mean, would she be put more at ease just thinking a guy is here or knowing I'm trans?
I jump a little as my thought process is cut short by a click at the door. In walks a woman, maybe 3-5 inches taller than me if I had to guess, with medium length brown hair and a slightly toned, clearly athletic build. I felt a bit of shock as my assumption that I'd tower over her like a terrifying beast was challenged. She sets down her bags and shoots me a smile that seemed somehow misled, but I managed to force my mouth to reciprocate. "Hey, nice to meet you. My name is Sophie" she extends out her hand.
I panic for a second before realizing it would probably be weirder if I didn't accept. I reach out with a shaky hand and shake hers "Nice to meet you too, my name is..." uh... fuck, uh, I "*deadname*." She looks a little confused, but doesn't have anything to say about it.
"Well, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself?"
"Uh, well, I'm studying comp sci, I-I don't really have many hobbies but I like playing video games and building model kits." Oh god, why did I tell her about the gunpla??
"Oh, cool, I'll have to see them sometime." She finishes unpacking her current bag and grabs a backpack from the pile. A few pins catch my eye, among them a lesbian flag. I panic a little bit, the odds of her being a terf just went up significantly. I mean, shes being nice, but maybe she just wants to avoid making things awkward? A ring comes through on her phone. She says "Oh, sorry, my friend's calling"
"Do you want me to go?" I ask
"Oh, no, don't worry about that." She puts the phone up to her ear "Hey, whats up?" She starts. "God, what did he do this time?" I try not to listen in, but it's kinda hard. "Girl I keep telling you to dump his ass." She listens intently for a while before saying "God your relationship makes me glad I'm not into men, they're all big barbaric idiots." That feels like a pointed message, she's clearly trying to tell me she doesn't like being forced to room with a man.
She finally ends the call and turns to me again "Sorry about that, that was my best friend so I didn't wanna just leave her hanging".
"I-It's ok. I don't mind."
"Well, I'm gonna head out to the cafeteria now, wanna come with?"
"I'm not hungry, you can head on without me."
"Alright, see you later." She walks out the door and I breathe a sigh of relief. I flop back onto my bed and stare at the ceiling for a bit.
After a few months of living together I've established somewhat of a routine. I keep my hoodie on as much as possible, even sleeping in it sometimes. I've figured out Sophie's schedule well enough to know when she'll be in class, and I take those opportunities to strip down to just a t-shirt and shorts. Today however, things are a bit different. The furnace in the dorm building is malfunctioning and running unbearably hot. Were it not -40 outside they probably would have just shut it off. Once I know the coast is clear I forgo even the small amount of clothes I usually keep on.
I'm sitting completely naked soaking up the cool air from a desk fan when I hear the lock click open. I start panicking but before I can make it to my bed to grab something to cover up with the door is already open. Sophie sees me completely naked and I am on the verge of a meltdown. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I thought you were gone to class and its just really hot and I'm so sorry you can report me if you want I should have never signed up for this dorm I should have just accepted my place as a man and I'm so sorry-"
"Shut up." I startle a little but I do as I'm told. "How can you say that about yourself? I've been trying not to say anything but you haven't been fooling me for a second."
"But... look at-"
"I can see that, do you think I'm an idiot?"
"No... I guess I've just... I'd have been a big embarrassing idiot if I told you I was a woman, I look like a man." She walks closer and towers over me. Our height difference becomes more apparent than ever.
"You're an idiot. Have you looked in the mirror? And besides," She pokes my chest. I let out a little whimper before she can continue. She looks a little shocked for a second, before it becomes clear that gears are turning in her head. She lightly brushes her fingers along my neck and my breathing gets a little heavy.
She can clearly see the pleading in my eyes because she reaches an arm around me and firmly grasps my ass. I let out a high pitched yelp and a big shit-eating grin stretches across her face. "I don't know if you know this, but guys don't usually make noises like that."
At this point I'm shaking in her arms. She lifts me up with with relative ease and throws me on the bed. Before going any further she stops and asks me "Do you want this?" I nod. "Use your words. Do you want this?"
"Y-yes..."
"Good girl." I feel my face burning up, and electricity going through my stomach. She gets up on top of me, cupping my face in one hand and my breast in the other. She places her lips on mine; I've never felt anything so soft in my life. She slowly forces her tongue into my mouth and I let out little whimpers into hers. She lightly rubs my nipple with her thumb and I sound like a needy little dog. She gives it a soft pinch and I break, letting out a squealing moan into her mouth.
She withdraws from my mouth, a little string of saliva momentarily bridging the gap. She moves to my ear, and softly whispers "You don't know how much I've wanted to have you like this. You're so fucking annoying when you try to act like a man, this is much better." She finishes with a little nibble on my earlobe, and my brain is melting into a big puddle, as am I. She puts her ear right up to my mouth and pinches my nipple as hard as she can. I practically scream into her ear.
"You're moaning like you want the entire floor to hear, slut." She stuffs two fingers into my mouth and tells me to suck on them. Switching her other hand from one breast to the other to give it some reprieve from the torture, she puts her mouth on it now. It feels like my entire body is hooked up to a car battery, shocks running through it as she swirls her tongue around my nipple. I realize with how wet my thighs feel that I've been leaking like a faucet this entire time.
She removes her hands and mouth from my body so that she can scoop me up into her arms. Next thing I know, through the blissful haze that pervades my brain, I am in her lap, my back pressed up against her chest. She has one hand over my mouth and another *down there*. She cups it in her hand and gently rubs the tip with her thumb, and with even all this stimulation it really doesn't work, remaining small and mostly soft. At this point I'm squirming and drooling into her hand. My mind goes blank between the stimulation down there and her leaving kisses and bites along my neck.
"What is your real name?" It sounds more like a command than a question.
"W-What?"
"Tell me your real name."
"J-Jade"
"What are you?"
Its hard to keep myself grounded to reality, but I manage to force out between moans:
"A-A girl!"
"You're *my* girl." She bites my ear and all of the stimulation pushes me over the edge. I start shaking uncontrollably and I lose track of the noises I'm making, completely lost in a different dimension. When I come to shes still cupping me, a little bit more clear liquid in her hand, and her other arm is wrapped around me, holding me close. By now the heat is long fixed, but the sweat all over me would have you swearing it somehow got worse.
Sophie lays us on our sides, her spooning me, and runs her hand through my hair, delivering the occasional kiss on my head while I drift to sleep.