Through no fault of mine, it took Katie less than a week to decide that she didn't want to live in the dorm.
Being an only child, Katie was not used to being surrounded by strangers and simply felt ill-at-ease having to interact with the rest of the people in the dorm. She found it simply annoying that some girls would even be so forward as to barge into our room uninvited, catching her off-guard and in violation of her privacy. Suffice it to say I was never guilty of this transgression since I always made sure to knock first before entering, even if it was my room too.
Another thing that led to Katie's departure was her failure to cope with the communal nature of the dorm's facilities, which to her standards, simply provided no privacy at all, whenever she had to use them. You can just imagine the discomfort Katie must have felt whenever she had to see to her most intimate and personal needs, knowing full well others were lurking just outside her stall, doing their own thing.
It came as no surprise to me then when Katie told me that she was leaving. Although the prospect of her departure saddened me greatly, deep down I completely understood her reasons. Thus, with tears brimming in my eyes, I wished her farewell and offered to help her find a place to move to.
In response, Katie announced that she had already leased this furnished studio type apartment close by campus which had its own toilet and bath, and that she would be moving into that very evening. She then took me in her arms and told me not to look so sad since although she would be moving out, we will still continue to remain as roommates, at least on paper.
Katie went on to explain that since it was her parents who insisted she stay in the dorm her freshman year, she didn't want them to find out that she had left before the year was out. Accordingly, we must continue to make it appear that she is still living here in the dorm, although she actually stays off-campus.
Hence, in order to keep pretenses, Katie had planned to keep most of her clothes and other personal stuff in our room, just in case her parents do decide to pay her a surprise call. Moreover, she will continue to spend most evenings in the dorm with me, and sneak out to her apartment later to sleep.
Of course, it goes without saying, that I was expected to make sure her side of the room was always kept clean and ready for use when she does visit. And, that I would have to bring to her whatever she may need from the room. All of which, I was quite happy to do.
I must admit I had a difficult time sleeping that first night without Katie. Fortunately the night passed quickly and the new day brought joy to my heart at the prospect of getting to see her once again.
I was even able to develop this routine where before going to class, I would first drop off at Katie's the things she listed down for me to bring from the day before, and in turn, take her laundry back with me to the dorm, if any.
So despite our separate sleeping arrangements Katie and I were still able to keep in constant touch daily, seeing each other in between classes and generally hanging out together.
One activity Katie loved doing with me was to go shopping for clothes. Although she rarely if ever bought stuff for herself, since the malls near campus didn't seem to carry the brands she wears; she nevertheless took it upon herself to act as my unofficial fashion consultant and personally picked out what I was supposed to wear.
However, rather than choose for me the kinds of clothes she normally wears, which are more or less conservatively cut and tends to understate her sexuality; the outfits she got for me were exactly the opposite and all but screamed out mine.
From sheer tops that more often than not completely left my belly exposed to really short mini-skirts, I just couldn't believe Katie would want me to show so much skin, making me come out looking like one of those back-up dancers in a Snoop Dog video. However, it would seem that is exactly what Katie had in mind, since she would often times pay for those outfits themselves, despite my protestations.
To be honest, at first I really didn't want to be seen out in public wearing the clothes Katie had chosen. However, since I didn't want to hurt her feelings or anything, I hesitantly dressed up in one the following day we bought it, and met up with her in school.
My sudden change in wardrobe drew mixed reaction from both the faculty and the rest of the student body.
Without question, the male population was highly appreciative of my new look, since to a man, I noticed that they could not help but openly stare in my direction with ill-disguised lust. As for the ladies, although I could tell most of them had frowns on their faces when they first set eyes on me; I notice though that some of them were eyeing me the same way the guys were, which only magnified my discomfiture ten fold.
