Sissy Roommate Part 8 -- Spring Break Sissy

The rest of the fall and the winter went by quickly.

Of course, Tank set several new school football records -- and the team did make it to a Bowl Game for the first time in decades.  Even though football season ended, Tank continued to train hard all year round.

I continued to put all my effort into serving Tank and making him happy.  My own school work suffered badly -- I did terribly on two of my fall semester finals. But I realize I can't do everything and I have decided that caring for Tank is my top -- and sometimes only -- priority.

You may remember that last fall, Tank had me start taking birth control pills -- female hormones.  I didn't want to at first but Tank insisted.  Well they have had a powerful effect on me!  Almost immediately, I could feel swelling and intense sensitivity in my nipples and breasts.  My butt and thighs have gotten a lot fuller while the rest of me has gotten even skinnier. My complexion became clearer and my skin softer. And my hair started growing much faster and thicker.  There is no doubt that the birth control pills are starting to make me much more like a real girl!

As spring break approached, Tank told me that he was going to Florida.  Some wealthy alumnus was letting Tank use his beachfront condo for the week.  And do you want to know the best part?  Tank asked me to go with him!!!  I leapt into his arms and kissed him so hard when he asked me!  I was over the moon!                                                                         Of course, I didn't own anything I could wear on a vacation in Florida so I had to ask Tank for some extra money to buy some new things, including the super cute bikini I'm wearing in the photo.  What do you think?                                                                                                 When I go to the beach or to the pool, I wear a pair of extremely tight panties so that I'm totally flat in the front.  And I added some special padding to the bra top that helps push my teeny breasts up so that I look like I have boobs like a real girl.

We had  really great time in Florida -- and I had Tank all to myself.   Well, mostly.  He still went to a local gym every day.  But sometimes I went with him.  I was able to take a Zumba dance/exercise class with a bunch of other ladies which was really fun.  

The whole week was a dream.  I would get up extra early to take my shower and to make myself look pretty before Tank even woke up.  Then I would make him breakfast and then Tank would have sex with me.  I think we did it in every room and on every piece of furniture in the condo!  After that would would go out to the beach or to the condo's pool.  I think it really turned Tank on seeing me out in public in my bikinis!  And even though the beach was public, Tank still made me give him secret hand jobs -- right there on the beach!

And in the evenings, Tank would take me out to restaurants and night clubs.  It was like we were really boyfriend and girlfriend!

I was so proud to be seen with Tank.  First of all, he looked so handsome when he put on a nice shirt and pants to go out. And of course, a lot of people would recognize him when we were out and would ask for autographs and selfies.  I felt like I was being escorted by a Hollywood celebrity!  It was so exciting and dreamy!

Tank was so nice to me the whole time we were away.  He even bought me a little gold necklace -- it's a pretty mermaid pendant on a thin gold chain -- for me as a souvenir of our trip.

I was so happy while we were in Florida.  I felt like the time there -- parading around in my bikinis, being on the arm of a handsome man, receiving a lovely piece of jewelry -- was making more feminine, more girlish, every day.  I think the experience was changing how I thought and how I felt about myself -- and how I felt about Tank. One night, as I was sleeping tightly wrapped in Tank's arms, I even dreamed that I was Tank's wife.  Isn't that incredible?  

I'm really in love with Tank.

Sissy Roommate Part 7 -- Romantic Autumn Afternoon

When Thanksgiving week came around, most students left to go home to spend the week with their families.  But Tank had a big game and practices over the Thanksgiving break, so I stayed to be with him.  And when Tank wasn't at his two-a-day practices or in the gym, he was spending his free time with me.  Here some photos that Tank took of me one afternoon.  He had me get all dressed up and we went into the woods.  He brought a bottle of wine and we found a secluded place where we drank it and then had sex -- right there in the woods!                                                                                                                                   As I've said, my life is getting a bit confusing and complicated since I'm spending so much time dressed up and acting as a sissy girl.  Tank is insisting that I should be dressed and made-up like a girl any time that he's in the dorm room!  I want to make Tank happy -- and I certainly don't want him to be angry with me -- but it's really hard for me to do what Tank is demanding.

To give you a sense of how complicated my life has become: I have to be all dressed and looking pretty for Tank when he returns to the dorm around 9:00 after his early morning work-outs.  He's already eaten breakfast with the team but I always have some eggs and toast ready for him when he comes in that I make on the little hot plate we have. While he eats, he likes to watch ESPN on the TV -- and get a blow job from me.  Tank finishes with his breakfast (and with my mouth) a few minutes before 10:00.  Then he goes off to take his shower and do whatever he does all morning (I don't think he goes to a lot of classes).                                                                                                                            But I have 10:00 lectures to get every day -- and no time to wash off my make up and change back into my boy clothes.  At first I was skipping a bunch of lectures but I was really falling behind.  I realized the only way I could keep up with my lessons was to rush over to the lecture halls still dressed as a girl. I keep to myself and try to sit in the back so that I don't attract too much attention.  But sometimes a boy will sit next to me and try to flirt with me.  I guess I find that sort of exciting, but I try not to encourage it too much.

After my morning lectures, I stop by the dining hall -- still dressed as a girl -- and quickly eat my lunch.  At first I thought everyone would notice me, but so far I haven't had any real issues. Then I rush back to the dorm because Tank usually shows up there around 12:30 after he's had lunch with his buddies.  When Tank arrives, we usually make-out for a little while and then he has sex with me.                                                                                                         I had to beg Tank to let me change back into my boy clothes in the afternoons because that's when I have my small classes.  I can get away with sitting in a big lecture hall pretending to be a girl -- but that doesn't work at all for the small classes.  But since I don't have any classes on Friday afternoons, I usually stay dressed as a girl all day long.

Something else happened on that trip to the woods over Thanksgiving.  After Tank had finished fucking me, he handed me a small bag.  "You have to start taking these," he said.  I looked inside and wasn't sure what I was looking at. "They're birth control pills," Tank explained. "You know, female hormones.  They will make you more like a real girl."  I asked him where he got them and he explained that he told the team doctor that he needed the pills for his girlfriend, and the doctor handed him a six-month supply, no questions asked.

"But I don't think boys are supposed to take those," I stammered. "I mean, those are only for real girls."

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid sissy bitch. I said you're going to take them and that's what you're going to do. In fact, take the first one right now!" 

I fumbled with the packaging and managed to pop out a single pill from it's container. I washed it down with the wine.

"Good," said Tank.  "Now suck me off quick before I have to go to practice."

Sissy Roommate -- Part 6 -- Sissy Doubts

Tank has been giving me money almost every week to buy more outfits.  I think it gets him very excited to send me off to the mall with the assignment of buying clothes to wear that will make me look pretty for him.                                                                                    Here's a cute little outfit I bought on my shopping trip last week.  I love this little denim top.  I think it really shows off how skinny I've become since I started dieting extra hard.  I think my arms look so pretty and feminine in this photo.  And of course I bought another short skirt.  I love how this one is just a little bit flouncy and how it moves and swings as I walk.  But it is so short! If I sit or bend over, my lacy panties are on full display for all to see.   

Tank has been sending me out in public dressed as a girl more frequently.  Tank took these pictures of me outside our dorm building before telling me to go to the Student Union to buy some snacks for him.  At first I was super nervous about walking around campus looking this way. But I was really surprised to discover that nobody recognized me.  I guess that's partly because I was always sort of a loner and didn't have any real friends on campus when I was living as a boy.  But I also like to think it's because I look really cute as a girl.  I certainly get some admiring looks and sometimes comments from the boys I pass as I walk around campus.

I think Tank really likes me and that makes me very happy.  He certainly gets excited and wants to have sex with me a lot. But I guess I should tell you that Tank sometimes brings girls -- especially cheerleaders -- back to our room. He says he needs to keep up his image and that people would think it was really strange if he wasn't sleeping with a bunch of girls.  Anyway, the hardest part is when he texts me that he's bringing a girl over and I have to clear out of the dorm room immediately.  And sometimes I'm all dolled up because I was expecting to spend the evening with Tank.  So I have to quickly clean off my make-up and change back into my boy clothes and plan on spending the night sleeping on the couch in the TV room downstairs.  I guess I get a little jealous when Tank is sleeping with girls and sometimes it's hard for me to fall asleep on the couch thinking about him being in bed with them.  But I believe that Tank really loves me -- in his own way -- and that this is just one more way I need to be a good sissy and to be supportive of my man.

As much as I enjoy making Tank happy -- and as natural as it has become for me to dress and act like a girlish sissy -- sometimes I wonder if I am doing the right thing.  Each day I feel a little part of the person I was before I met Tank disappear.  Sometimes I even get confused if I'm even really a boy any more.  Where will all this lead?                                                                      Anyway, tomorrow I'm going ride the bus back to the mall to buy some more clothes. And this time I am going to go dressed as a girl. That way I can try on things in the ladies dressing room and people won't look at me funny when I'm shopping for bras and underwear. I don't think anyone will guess that I'm not really a girl.  Do you?

Sissy Roommate - part 5 -- Some New Clothes

Well, my trip to the mall was quite an adventure.  I had made a list of the things I thought I would need.  More sexy underwear, some sexy tops and some short short skirts were definitely on the list.  I also planned to buy some more make-up and some brushes and sprays to make my hair look nicer.  And I hoped I would have enough money left over for some perfume -- I thought that Tank would really enjoy that.                                                                             But one thing made me extra nervous about my shopping adventure: Tank had also told me to get some clothes to wear outside.  He was going to make me go outside fully dressed as a girl! So I needed to be smart about what I bought since this wasn't just for sissy dress-up games in our dorm room.

Here's one of the outfits I bought for myself on that first trip to the mall.  Don't you like this cute little top?  I didn't realize when I bought it that it wouldn't even cover my tummy!  But I think it looks super cute.  And I think it looks nice with the short plaid skirt I bought.  I also bought some shoes and a bag that I could take outside with me.

Here's a close-up of my face.  I think you can see that I've gotten a lot better with my make-up.  I think I look very pretty in this photo.                                                                                         Maybe you can tell that I have plucked my eyebrows into a pretty arch shape.  That, along with some eyeliner and mascara, helps make my eyes look extra big and pretty.                                                                                             And Tank really likes it when I wear lipstick.  With some practice, I've gotten really good at putting it on. I spent a little more to get extra long wearing lipstick because regular lipstick doesn't stay on for very long since Tank likes kissing me so much.

And as you can see, Tank was true to his word.  He made me go outside behind our dorm to take these photos.  I was so scared that someone would see me as we went out the back stairs.  But the sensation of being outside dressed as a girl was so exciting!  I loved the feeling of the cool fall air on my exposed skin.  I loved posing for my man as he took dozens of photos of me.                                                                                                And I could tell that Tank was getting excited by taking me outside and making pose for photos.  Because when he was done taking pictures, he grabbed me by the wrist and rushed me back upstairs to our dorm room.  "All fours!  Now!" he growled. I quickly did as I was ordered and positioned myself on my hands and knees on the floor.  Tank pulled down his pants and approached me from behind, lifting up my skirt and pulling down my lacy panties.  Tank loves to fuck me in all sorts of different positions -- but I think he likes it best when I'm on my hands and knees.  I love it when he spanks my bottom while his dick is pumping in and out of me.  It gets me so excited when Tank says how tight my "pussy" is while he's fucking me.  I have to admit that it's pretty painful when Tank fucks me because his cock is so enormous. Sometimes it hurts so much that I cry while Tank is pounding away at me.  But it also makes me feel so happy and fulfilled to be pleasing Tank and to submit to him so completely.

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."