I’ve seen the way he looks at me, the way his eyes slowly move up and down my body. He wants me, but there is just one problem: I’m not a woman.
My best friend is my roommate and he has had a crush on me from the first moment we met. He’s tried his best to hide it but all the signs are there.
He wants me like this, I know it. When I look in the mirror and I see the smooth curves of my body, my masculinity hidden, I know that I’ll be irresistible to him. He’s been so good to me, and I just want to give him something special.
My best friend doesn’t want me as a man though, he wants me playing dress up. He wants me with long hair and pouty lips. He wants me to be his sissy dream.
I walk across our quiet apartment in the morning to wake him for his birthday. I creep into his room and draw closer to him as he sleeps in bed. Heart pounding I reach for him, uncertainty and fear running through my body.
I hope that I’m enough for him.
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My hand touched his thigh, connecting with the bare skin just below his boxers. I felt him shudder but he didn’t pull away.
I pressed on.
Turning to him and moving on the bed to him I slid up and so did my hand. I teased at the bottoms of his boxers and I felt him tremble harder.
“Steve,” I begged him, “Do you want me to be her for you?”
I moved further, drawing closer to him. Crawling up the bed now I was moving onto him. I could see him torn between what he wanted and what he thought that he should do. I knew this was a defining moment for the two of us.
And I stumbled and slipped on the sheets.
Two things happened at once. My hand slid the sheet away, pulling it off of his body, and I fell down onto him, my head falling to his hip with my face turned towards the middle of him.
My eyes locked with the tent in his boxers, his cock achingly hard and standing straight up for me. It was twitching beneath the fabric, pulsing with need and with the beating of his heart. And it was so achingly close to me.
“I want you,” he said quietly, a confession, “Clearly I want you and yes I’ve always wanted you. I’ve thought you were gorgeous from the first moment I saw you and I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t know how to deal with you being… I’ve never… I’ve never wanted a man before.”
I breathed out and I leaned forward, nuzzling his cock through his boxers for just a moment before picking myself up and closing the rest of the distance. I sat on his thighs, straddling them, his bulge pressed between our two bodies as I came eye to eye with him and felt the press of his chest against mine, as I slipped my hands up over his shoulders and felt that firm and strong body that my own body ached for.
“I don’t need to be a man,” I said to him, “And I don’t know if I’m a woman. Let me be a sissy then. Let me be your sissy for you. Let me satisfy you and oh god please satisfy me. We both need this and we both want it, Steve. We both need to feel this.”
His hands fell on my hips and he pulled me into him. I could feel his cock hard and throbbing against my belly. I could feel his grip firm and intense on my body.
I could feel us closing the distance as we both nodded and accepted the truth that we’d wanted for years and long denied.
And as our lips connected it felt like a relief. It felt like fulfillment.
It felt like coming home.