My roommate has a crush on her. He’s watching her online and talking about her all the time. He wants her, but has no idea that she is me.
I only started making money streaming video games when I took the pill to turn me into a woman, and since I did my success has blown me away. I’m making so much money and have so many guys watching me play, but I never imagined that would extend to inside of my own apartment.
My roommate has no idea the girl on his computer screen is me. He’s got a crush and it’s obvious but all that would be harmless if he didn’t catch me.
Walking out of my room thinking that he’s away at class but there he is. He’s staring at me as if I’m a walking dream, and my secret has been lost.
But the more time I spend around him as her the more I realize something is missing in my life. I’ve experienced so much as her, but there is one line I’ve never crossed.
And he’s kind of cute when he stumbles over his words. He’s kind of handsome and more than a little built. Maybe it could just be fun? Maybe it could be just no strings attached?
I know that’s not possible from the first moment I touch him. I can feel the spark between us and I know that I need this. I need him to need me, and I know that he does.
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“I’m the same person you’ve always known,” I said, “It’s just me here. You can act normal around me. You know me.”
“I know,” he said, that blush coming back into his cheeks, “It’s just that you know… You’re really pretty and you know the way that I am around pretty girls. I get all tongue-tied and stumble through my words and look like an idiot.”
“You don’t have to,” I sighed, “Look it’s just a body. It doesn’t matter. See?”
I don’t really know what I was thinking when I did it. It just felt like the right thing to do for him. Reaching down and taking his hand off of his controller. Pulling it over and placing it on my breast.
But I knew in an instant when he touched me that in spite of my words it was different. Different for me.
I knew because I felt that same electric thrill as when I touched myself, but doubled over in power because it was the touch of someone else. I knew that the mere brush of him against me wouldn’t be enough. That I needed more.
Skin on skin.
“See,” I told him, struggling to keep my tone consistent as I pulled his hand in and filled his palm with me, “It’s just a body Greg.”
I shifted and moved, turning so that I was sitting on my knees on the couch facing him. I released my hold on his hand but it stayed locked to my body, and I reached out to take his other one and place it up and under my skirt and on the bare skin of my ass.
“Just a body Greg,” I told him again and again, “It’s just a body Greg.”
I moved towards him, whispering those words again and again as I moved over and straddled him. Sitting on his lap and feeling the bulge pressing up against my sex. So many layers between us but I could feel how hard he was and he could feel the heat from my skin.
Staring down at him, locking eyes with him, moving my head closer and closer to his as his hands slipped around to my waist and pulled me down onto him. I ground myself against him, biting my lip to fight a moan as our lips drew closer and closer.
“Just a body Greg,” I whispered, my lips brushing his, “See, it’s nothing.”
But that was a lie. This was everything and it was getting to be so much more. I was going to do this, goddammit I needed to do this. Every part of my body begging for me not to hold out, begging for me to give in completely.
I thrust my lips forward and I kissed him, a quick peck that I pulled back from nearly immediately. My heart was pounding and my breath was quick and ragged and I moved my hands up to his cheeks and held him still.
“Just…” I muttered, “It’s just that…”
I kissed him again, this time slow and passionate and full. A proper kiss and my first real kiss, and it was everything I thought it would be even if it was nothing like I imagined.