Sissy Roommate -- Part 2 -- The First Time

As I said, I am Tank's full-time sissy girlfriend now.  I wear only girl clothes and make-up and I keep my hair long and in a very feminine style. I diet to stay super skinny.  I slather my body with creams and lotions to keep my skin soft.  I do this all to please Tank.  I haven't seen Tank all summer and he should be arriving any minute. Here are some photos Tank took of me last spring. He likes it when I wear really short skirts.

But I wasn't always a girlish sissy living only to serve a demanding, strong alpha-male. My life changed completely that first day that I met him.

"Come over here," Tank said, without even bothering to ask my name.  "I have a cramp in my leg.  I need you to massage it for me."  Tank pulled off the sweat pants he had been wearing, revealing a thin pair of nylon gym shorts.

I did not want to do what Tank was asking.  "I don't know anything about massages or..." I started to explain.

"Just do it now!" he demanded, pointing to his thigh.


I don't know why, but I complied with his order.  I figured he was an important athlete and that I should try to help him out if I could.  I knelt by his bed and started rubbing his thigh.

"Mmm.  Yeah.  That's good.  Rub harder.  Yeah," he said.  I was pleased that I was doing it right.  "You're hands are so soft.  Like a girl's."  I felt embarrassed when he said that but I kept on rubbing his thigh.

"Now jerk me off," Tank said as if it were the most natural request in the world. I was completely shocked when he said that.  I pulled away from him and said I wouldn't do that.  "Yes you will," he insisted.  With one hand he yanked down his shorts and with the other he grabbed my wrist and forced my hand on his enormous dick.  "Do it," he commanded, keeping his hand firmly wrapped around my wrist.  I was really scared and no match for this mountain of a man.  I wrapped my fingers around his huge cock and started stroking him, pumping him.  "Yeah, bitch! That's it!"  His breathing got more rapid and his dick started swelling.

"You know," he said, "You sort of look like a girl.  You got long hair and no muscles.  Yeah, I think we're going to pretend that you really are a girl."  He was really panting now.

"Use your mouth, bitch" he ordered.  No way I was going to that, but Tank grabbed hold of my hair and forced my head to his crotch.  I sealed my lips tightly closed, but with his other hand, Tank pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. "Open wide, slut," he said with a laugh. As I opened my mouth to gasp for air, Tank jammed his dick into my mouth.  With both of his hands now tightly holding my head in place, I had no ability to move or fight back.  And in an instant, Tank's cock exploded, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky cum.

When he was done with me, he roughly shoved me away.  "Next time, wear a dress and some make-up or something so it won't feel so gay."

"What the fuck," was all I could think, as I pulled myself up from the floor and ran out of the room. 

Sissy Roommate -- Part 1 -- What I Look Like Now

It's the start of the college year.  I would be a junior now except that I dropped out after the end of last year.  But my boyfriend, Tank, is starting his junior year. I didn't think I would be able to take care of him properly and go to classes at the same time so I dropped out. 

I have been working for days getting our off-campus apartment ready before Tank arrives later this afternoon.  I bought new sheets and towels for him, new pots and pans for our kitchen, even some nice pictures to hang on the walls.  And I scrubbed every inch of the place so it would be sparkling clean when Tank arrives.  Of course I had to spend most of the money I earned waiting tables this summer, but it will all be worth it if Tank is happy with how our apartment looks -- and if he is happy with me.  And I spent the rest of my money on some pretty new clothes and shoes.  I don't have a single dollar left -- but that's OK because Tank has tons of money.

I finished all the apartment chores about an hour ago. That left me time to get cleaned up, do my make-up and put on one of my pretty new outfits before Tank is scheduled to arrive.  Do you like how I look?  I bought this dress over the summer and I think it is sweet and sexy at the same time.  And I think Tank will go crazy when he sees my over-the-knee socks and platform sandals.  What do you think?  After being apart all summer, I really hope Tank likes what he sees when he arrives.  I don't like to disappoint him.                                                                     Maybe I have gotten ahead of myself. Let me fill you in on some things.  First of all, Tank and I have been roommates since the beginning of last year. Tank is a superstar football player - that's where his nickname comes from.  Oh, and one more thing.  I'm not really a girl.  I'm Tank's sissy. 

It all started last September, at the beginning of my Sophomore year.  I had a really great dorm room -- a double room with its own bathroom -- but I had no roommate.  The Housing Office warned me that at some point I would be assigned a roommate and that my "single" was not a permanent thing.  Well, about one week into the semester, I came back to my room after dinner and there was this enormous guy in my room -- 6' 8" at least.  Everything about him was huge -- his shoulders, his neck, his biceps.  With him was a little man in a suit who was talking a mile a minute. "Well, Tank," the man said to him, "Since your decision to come to State U was so sudden, this is the best room we have for you. Of course, we'd rather have you down in the Athletes' Village by the gym, but that's all full right now.  But on behalf of the administration, the university is DELIGHTED to have you join us! I hope you can make do with this housing...situation until we can get you a more appropriate room." The little man seemed to be referring to me as part of the lousy rooming situation that Tank was going to have to tolerate.

"I'll make it work," Tank replied, his voice, a deep, rumbling baritone that sounded like distant thunder.

"That's swell, Tank!  Just swell! Let me know if there is anything we can do for you," the little man said as he handed Tank his card -- and an envelope that I would later learn was stuffed with cash.  "And good luck with the season. We hear that you just might break a lot of school records and even take us to a Bowl Game this year!  And let me know if you need anything. We're here for whatever you need. Just ask." With that the little man excused himself.  

The two of us were now alone in our room.  Tank plopped down on his bed and looked over to me.  I thought he was going to start a conversation, but instead just said, "Come over here."