I had to become her. It was the only way to get away with my lie.
When my jock roommate found that piece of clothing in my room he had questions. He wanted to know what girl would have left something like that in my room. He wanted to know when I’d had a woman over to visit.
I hadn’t. I’d been hiding my secret for so long. That I liked to play dress up, to play pretty pretend.
Lies compounding onto lies and this one wasn’t sustainable. I told him I had a girlfriend who went to another college. He didn’t buy the lie.
I became her to prove him wrong, to guard my deeper secret, but now that I’m her everything has just gotten so much more complicated. Every moment in her body makes me feel like I’m on fire with need. The pulsing rhythm of my desire is so hard to deny.
And when my jock of a roommate sets his eyes on me I know he feels the same way. He wants to take me, to have me. He wants to add me to the long list of women who he’s taken to his bed.
The longer I’m her, the less I want to deny him.
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Don’t get me wrong, this was all a terrible idea. I may not have been Cinderella with the midnight deadline but I was going to have to go back to my old life eventually. Granted, that didn’t have to be tonight. I could delay things. I could fuck him and then get out. I could still make the plan work.
But it was a terrible idea and it was terrible of him to suggest it. Will, who was always talking like we were the best of friends was willing to fuck his best friend’s girl, his roommate’s ex? That had to be breaking some kind of bro code, right? That had to be over the line.
And it had to be over the line for me too because in spite of the body I was in right now and the way I spent my spare time I was still a man and I was still straight. Sure it had been a long while since I’d had a partner, but when I did have partners all of them were women. I hadn’t wanted to be with a man, not ever. Not until… Not until now.
Fuck it. Could be worse. He might be a dick but at least the women who spent their nights with him always looked satisfied.
“I’m not a bad girl,” I told him, stepping forward, “But I could be.”
I kissed him quick, sudden and eager and more than a little like I didn’t know what the hell it was I was doing. I kissed him with my lips pressed against him and the rest of me frozen still as I realized in the moment that it was happening and I struggled with the thought of what to do.
Because I can’t deny it felt good. It felt like there was this electric heat rushing through my body. The touch of lips on lips, it had never felt like this before and that made a little bit of sense to me.
This body was so much more sensitive than my masculine one. All of my senses were dialed up to eleven and so all of my sensations hit me so much more and so much harder. I shivered and I shuddered in his arms because the man struck me without moving. Because even just the simple sensation of our lips connection was enough to make my knees weak.
Will came to life so quickly and he reached for me and in the span of time between his arms starting to move and his hands grabbing me my mind ran through a thousand different encounters. And in almost all those encounters he was strong and capable, nearly punishing me as he promised me that he’d show me what bad girls deserved. He would use all of his pent-up strength and all of his eager desire on me, and he’d make me regret ever challenging him and make me want to challenge him even more all at the same time. In my fantasies Will used me, and in my fantasies I loved it.