Sissy Roommate -- Part 4 -- My Purple Dress

So from that day forward, I have been Tank's sissy.  He has a tremendous sexual appetite, needing to cum two or three -- and sometimes more -- times every day.  He also expects me to do other stuff for him, like his laundry, which I do every day without being asked.  I know he expects it so I just do it.

At first, I would go through bouts a doubt and self-loathing.  What was I becoming?  Why was I doing this?  I would think about performing oral sex on Tank and get sick to my stomach.  But then these feelings would subside and be replaced by feelings of warmth and happiness and satisfaction unlike any I had ever experienced before, as I assumed the role of the subservient, obedient woman serving her superior, masculine male. 

About half of the things I took from the lost and found bin at the gym turned out to fit me pretty well and it seemed to please Tank when I would get dressed up.  I also got much better at doing my make-up and making my hair look prettier. I also bought a ladies razor at the drug store and started shaving my body. I really like it when Tank runs his big rough hands up and down my soft, smooth legs. 

The best item that I took from the lost and found was a really pretty purple dress.  It had a lovely floral print and a fancy lace inset around the neck line.  I felt so pretty when I wore this -- just like a princess!  

Sometimes, when I would emerge from the bathroom after putting on my dress and my make-up, Tank would have me stand in the middle of the room with my gaze directed downward -- a position of total submission.  He would say something like, "Who do you belong to, sissy bitch?" and I would reply, "I belong to you, Sir." This little ritual would continue for several minutes until Tank was worked up into a frenzy.  Then he would grab me and roughly shove his enormous dick into my mouth.  

Other times, when he saw me wearing this dress, Tank would sit naked on the edge of his bed and he would tell me to climb on his lap and we would make out for a while before he decided it was time for me to suck him off.

Even though I looked pretty in the clothes I had taken from the lost and found, after a while, Tank got tired of seeing me wearing the same things all the time.  He told me to get some more clothes. He peeled off four $100 bills from a fat roll of money he had in his sock drawer and threw them at me. "Go buy some new clothes. Get some sexy stuff."

I had never bought girls clothes before but at least I knew something about my size based on the things I took from the gym.  I decided that the next day I would take the bus to the mall.

Sissy Roommate Part 3 -- I Chose a Path

After Tank forced me to give him a blow job, I raced out of our room and cleaned myself up in the public bathroom down the hall. I decided that in the morning that I would go first to the Dean's office to report Tank and then go to the Housing office to demand a new room. I was going to tell them everything that happened to me last night.  I would probably get Tank expelled.  Or arrested. But for now, it was late at night and there was no way I was going to go back to my room.  I went down to the TV lounge on the first floor of the dorm.  I tried to fall asleep on the couch but I had no luck.  I was still awake at 4:30 in the morning when a special edition of the university newspaper was delivered to the dorm. 

I picked up a copy of the paper and couldn't believe my eyes. The front page -- I mean the entire front page -- was a photo of Tank!  A one word headline splashed across the top of the page, "Savior!"  I proceeded to read the story about Tank -- 3 whole pages and about 10 more photos!  Tank was one of the most highly recruited high school athletes in the entire country having set about a million high school records in football and track.  After an impressive performance as a Freshman at a powerhouse SEC school, he had, at the last minute, decided to transfer  to State U.  It was highly unusual and top NCAA officials had to approve the transfer.  The article eventually got around to some interesting stuff; at his prior university, there had been accusations of sexual assault and other things. There was even a rumor that he had broken the jaw of a teammate for blowing a coverage assignment -- during practice! But no actual charges were ever filed against him.  I got the feeling that people had been covering-up for this guy for years! And now, here he was.  At State U and in my room!

I thought about how I planned to complain to the Dean and realized that maybe this wasn't such a great idea.  Getting Tank to come to State U was probably the administration's greatest accomplishment.  Nobody was going to listen to my complaints.  I sat there on couch in the TV lounge  struggling to make sense of my predicament. And eventually I drifted off to sleep. 

As I slept, I had the strangest dreams. I dreamt about Tank.  I dreamt that I really was a woman.  I dreamt about being called "girl" and "bitch" and "slut," like Tank had called me.  And scariest of all, I dreamt about performing oral sex on Tank, his enormous hard dick sliding in and out of my mouth while I eagerly sucked on it.  Oh God! What was happening to me?

The dream continued.  Now a soft voice was calling to me saying over and over, "We're here for whatever you need. We're here for whatever you need. Just ask. Just ask." That's what the little man had said before he left our room.  And in the dream I looked in a mirror and my reflection was a beautiful girl! I had breasts and wore a pretty dress and make-up. "Whatever you need...whatever you need..."  And again, Tank's massive dick was in my mouth, my head vigorously bobbing up until he came.

I woke with a start, my head pounding.  I got up off the couch and wandered around campus as the sun was just starting to rise.  I walked down to the Athletic Center which was open but practically empty.  I found myself walking past the girls' locker room.  There was a huge bin by the door labeled, "Lost and Found."  I stopped in front of the bin and looked in it.  There were dozens of pieces of clothing and underwear in a jumble.  No one was around so I reached in and pulled out a pretty, lacy pink bra.  I shuddered as I held it.

There was a large plastic shopping bag on the floor near the bin.  Without thinking, I grabbed the bag and starting cramming handfuls of clothing from the bin into the bag.  When it was full, I found a paper grocery bag and filled it too.  As I started lifting clothes out of the bin, I noticed that there were some lipsticks and other make-up items rolling around the bottom of the bin.  I grabbed those as well.  I even found a necklace and a bracelet and those also went into my bag.  With my two bags of girls' things I made my way out of the back of the Athletic Center and walked back to my dorm.

When I entered, Tank was just getting up.  I noticed that he had thrown his dirty socks and underwear on my bed.  Tank said to me, "Well, did you do what I told you to do?  Did you get some girly stuff to wear?"

I looked at the floor.  I was so ashamed to be pushed around like this.  It was so humiliating.  And yet I felt so powerless to resist.  "Yes," I said softly.  

"Good. Put it on and then get over here.  And hurry up."

I took my two bags of clothes into the bathroom.  I dumped out my random clothes onto the floor, having no idea what I had gathered or what size everything was.  I stripped down and slipped on the pretty pick lacy bra and some panties that were really tight. I rolled up two pairs of panty hose and used them to fill out the bra cups. Then I put on very short black denim skirt and a pink and black paisley top that didn't even cover my tummy.  I slipped on the necklace and the bracelet.  I was about to go back into the room when I remembered that I should put on make-up.  I chose one of the lipsticks and quickly put some on, although I don't think I did a very good job with it.

I was checking myself in the bathroom mirror and was getting dizzy seeing this very feminine reflection in the mirror when Tank bellowed from the other room, "Hurry up!"  I snapped out of my reverie and returned to the bedroom where Tank was waiting for me, completely naked.

"Let me see you," Tank said.  I stood in front of Tank, my eyes lowered, too ashamed to look at Tank.  "Yeah, that's a lot better.  You know you should have been born a girl.  I mean just look at you."  I felt like crying from the shame of my situation -- and yet I was strangely excited by what was happening.

"Well don't just stand there.  Get busy."  Tank plopped down on his bed.  I sat down on the edge of the bed and started rubbing his cock which got hard almost instantly.  "Mmmm, yeah baby, I like that.  You are a good little whore."  And after a few minutes he said, "Now suck me off, slut."  I obeyed.  I slid his giant cock into my mouth and licked and sucked and did everything I could think of to it.  Tank didn't have to force me this time.  I submitted to Tank's superiority and assumed my new position as his sissy.

As Tank came in my mouth, he growled, "That's right, swallow it all, bitch. You like that, don't you, you little whore."  I did my best to swallow it all down but there was just so much.  Some escaped my lips and dribbled down my chin.  Having no more use for me, Tank roughly shoved me away, saying, "Clean yourself up, you filthy cunt.  You're a disgrace.  And do my laundry."