The Roommate

Normally the walk to the subway is boring. Cars go past, people walk by, and on the subway I sit and read a book or listen to music quietly. I avoid eye contact, and everyone else does the same. Not this morning though.

The second I walk out the door, it feels like eyes are on me. Not in a creepy way though, more like I'm a celebrity. I can see passengers in cars turn their heads to look at me more as they drive by, and men turning around to give my ass a look when they walk past me, Normally I feel like a shadow, but today I feel like an angel. I notice that without trying, I've started to accentuate my walk so that my ass sways. I try to stop myself, but once I stop paying attention I start doing it again. Only five minutes out the door and I think I've been catcalled or honked at probably six times. I can't explain it though, my mind is telling me I should be embarrassed by this attention, but I just can't seem to get myself to feel anything but pride. "You're just still horny, that's all it is. You're just not thinking clearly, y'know, so the attention is nice...or something." I whisper to myself, but eventually I just give up. I like the attention, that's all there is to it, I like the attention I'm garnering as a sexy woman.

It's 9:30 in the morning as I walk to the subway. I'm a bit later than usual, and I'm forced to simply walk past the Starbuck's I normally go into so I can make it to class on time. I really want a Vanilla Latte though, and compromise with myself that I'll go in after class. After a few minutes I get to the station, but have to walk up a flight of stairs to get to the other side of the subway tracks. I hesitate at the bottom of the stairs, the station is full of people and I know that I won't be able to hide my butt if I'm going up stairs. I realize there's someone waiting behind me to go up the stairs as well, and I quickly build up the courage to just go up the stairs and get it over with.

My face goes bright red as I walk up the stairs, there's probably eight or nine people walking right behind me, just staring right up my skirt. My ass is in full view, and all I hope is that they don't see my clit, but it's so small now that I'm sure it doesn't show. After I get to the top of the stairs, some of the guys wink as they walk past me. I'm also fairly confident one guy grabbed my butt, but he tried to make it seem accidental. It sent shivers up my spine to feel a strong hand on my big, dainty ass. "That was humiliating. You're a man, you didn't like showing your butt like that, and you should have hit that guy right in the face for groping you like that." I whisper to myself, somewhat unconvincingly. The guy who grabbed me looks back and winks, and without hesitation, without thought, I wave to him cutely. "What the fuck are you doing?" I mutter angrily as I start walking towards the subway.

I put my card in the reader to get on the subway, but it gets spit back out. "Shit" It doesn't have any money left on it. I look down at the card, exacerbated that this would happen today. To put more money on it I'll have to walk up stairs again.

"Something wrong?" Someone to my right says. I look up, it's a man who's going through the turnstile next to me. He's probably in his early 30's, has brown hair, a strong jaw with some stubble, and is wearing a suit. I'm sure he probably works as an executive somewhere based on how well kempt he is. I realize I've accidentally stared at him for a moment without saying anything.

"Oh, it's just that my card is out of money." I say, looking up at him with my head slightly lowered.

"You can use mine, cutie." He says, holding out his card to me. I don't want to be rude, so I gently take it from him. I swipe it, the light turns green, and the turnstile lets me through. Did he just call me cutie?

"Thank you" I pause, again not wanting to be rude and follow up with, "Sir". I smile at him, hand the card back, and walk towards the tracks. As I'm waiting for the train to arrive, he walks up next to me. He looks down at me and smiles, so I look back at him and smile back. He's easily seven inches taller than me, so I'm forced to look up at him to make any eye contact. Even through his suit I can tell he's strong.

"So, where are you headed?" He asks, looking forward again.

"I'm just off to class a couple stops from here." My voice has gotten so damn feminine, it reminds me that to everyone else I really do look like a woman, even if I don't feel like one yet. No, wait, not yet. I'm not a woman. "What about you?" I ask, again trying to be polite.

"I'm giving a lecture, so I guess we're going the same way." He says, giving an innocent chuckle.

"You're a teacher? What course do you teach?" I ask him, looking up at his strong jaw.

"Well right now I'm teaching BioChemistry 130 and supervising the lab work on floor three. I'm not a teacher though, I'm still a grad student." He says, looking at me slightly without moving his head.

"Did he say he's a biochem grad student? Fuck, this is definitely him. Holy shit, I wonder if he knows it's me." I think to myself. This is my opportunity, I can get the antidote from him, and turn back into a man and everything will be back to normal. This is perfect! I need to keep my cool though. I need to get into his office somehow.

"That's cool. I wanted to take biochem this semester, but it's so popular that I got stuck doing an anatomy course." I'm trying to sound casual, but in reality I'm feeling confused and angry at this man for helping Claire do this to me.

"I took a couple anatomy courses when I was an undergrad, it was actually my initial major before I switch to bio. What're you studying right now?" He says to me, looking at my face. He's giving me a genuine smile, which catches me off guard.

"Well- uhm, right now we're learning about cock. Oop, er- I mean sexual reproduction. The organs and stuff." I'm getting nervous and it's showing. I can't believe I said we're learning about cock. "It's the class I have right now actually." I say, shifting my eyes back and forth from him to the approaching train.

"That's always a fun unit. Do you have a lot of people constantly snickering, or is your class generally mature?" He says, as we both simultaneously walk towards the train that's now stopped in front of us.

"No, our class is generally mature. Although there are a couple guys who can't seem to handle it, but they're not in class much anyway." I say, as I step behind him into the train. Without thinking about it I sit beside him on the train. I hope he doesn't think I'm being pushy, I don't want to raise suspicion. "What kind of work are you doing in the labs on floor three?" I ask, trying to sound casually interested.

"Oh just some basic genetic engineering, the lab itself is somewhat antiquated. It's good for undergrads though because they get to say they're doing "genetic engineering" and feel cool." He replies with a chuckle. "Some of the professors do their own projects on the same floor though, although I don't know much about what they're working on." He continues, with a slight smirk on his face. He looks down at his knees and gives a slight laugh. I start wondering even more if he knows who I am.

Suddenly I'm struck with a bad idea. Maybe I could get into his office if I seduce him. "No, this is a terrible idea" I think to myself, but increasingly it feels like the only option. I can't think of any better ways to get inside his office, and I know that's where he would keep the antidote.

"Genetic engineering does have a cool ring to it though." I say. Simultaneously, I stretch and yawn, making sure that I push my chest out to show my nice perky C-cups. This is a bad idea, yet here I am, trying anyway. I know he's looking too, who wouldn't look at a nice pair of tits like these? Especially since my nipples are visible through my shirt, they're still hard, although now it's probably because I'm so horny.

I end my stretching (showing off) and sit normally again. "So what kind of things are you engineering?" I ask, looking up at him trying to give cute and sexy eyes.

"Well it's mostly just genetically modifying fish, which was first done years ago so the lab itself is basic compared to what I do as an undergrad." He says trailing off a bit, still glancing at my boobs. "But the professors are working on mammals I believe."

"Mammals?" I ask, a bit startled. He definitely means humans, people like me!

"Yeah, you know, mice and rodents." He says, looking at me somewhat quizzically. I feel a bit embarrassed, I feel like he's caught me. I'm just paranoid I guess.

"Ohh, well that sounds cool." I say. Here's my chance. "I would love to go see some of the labs there, I've never been to the genetic engineering wing." I try to sound casual, although I think I just sound absent minded.

"Yeah, maybe I'll take you over there sometime. My lecture ends at 1 if you want to come up to see my lab afterwards." He says, looking me in the eyes. He looks a little lustful actually, which worries and excites me. Maybe this will work after all. "Oh yeah, what's your name by the way?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, I'm Nellie." I chirp excitedly. "And you are?"

"I'm Charlie, but in front of any of my students, call me Mr. Gibbs." He says, reaching out his hand for a handshake. When I take his hand, he instead kisses mine, and looking up at me.

The train stops, it's one stop away from mine. Charles stands up, "I like to grab a coffee just up here. I hope to see you later." He pauses. "Nellie." He says, smiling and giving me a wink before he gets off the train. Once he's off, I breath a deep sigh of relief. I felt so tense when he was here, I felt as though I would give something away. Soon though, fear starts to build, I need to be careful and smart if I'm to get the antidote from him. I dread having to see him again, but in the back of my mind, something about seeing him again excites me. I suppress this feeling and get off the train at my stop and head to class.

The lecture hall I have class in is across campus, and so I'm forced to walk past a lot of people before I can cover myself up a bit. As I walk across campus, I notice that I'm getting quite a few looks from guys. Most of them stare at my ass a lot as I walk past. Again, I start walking in a way that makes my ass sway, I try not to, but I can't help showing it off. "Maybe it's the formula" I say to myself. Somehow saying that allows me to relax a bit. "It's just the formula" allows me to show my ass off without guilt, and so I keep doing it, justifying my new slutty tendency with the mantra, "It's just the formula".

As I get close to the door to the lecture hall I hear one guy on a bench say, "Daamn" as I walk past. I open the door, and start to walk through when I hear, "Hey baby, wait a sec." I stop and turn around to see a cute guy behind me, looking at me lustfully. He's black, about 5"9, he has black dreads, and is wearing a cute blue beanie. He eyes me up and down, I'm doing the same and wait for him to speak first. "What're your name?" He asks, finally bringing his eyes up to my face after letting his view linger at my perky boobs.

"Nellie. Yours?" I reply, trying to sound cool and uninterested, hoping it will catch his attention. Guys like when you play hard to get, right?

"I'm Jamal. I've never seen you around campus before. I would have remembered." He says, giving me a wink.

I giggle, I'm totally flirting without even trying. "Hmm, well I guess you just weren't looking hard enough." I wink at him and bite my lip. "Although I guess I have skipped quite a few classes." I look up and meet my view with his deep brown eyes.

"Well, maybe to make up for lost time you'd like to come to a party I'm going to tonight? My friend Jason" he says, pointing to the other guy who had been sitting with him on the bench, "is hosting a party at his dope apartment a couple miles from here."

"Hmm." I say, letting my eyes wander as though I'm trying to decide. "I dunno, I am kinda busy tonight." I look down at his crotch and notice that he's hard. He has to be hard, or have a foot long sausage in his pocket, because through his jeans I can definitely see a thick, long, outline of a cock going right across his thigh. I look up at him quickly, "But I'll probably be able to make it!" I say with a smile.

"My phone number is 658-244-9357, text me your address and I'll pick you up cutie. I'll be there around 9." He says, sounding strong and decided. I've noticed I'm receptive to that type of command.

"Sounds great" I say, giving him a cute smile and then biting my lip as I turn around to go back into the building. As I'm turning around I drop a binder that was in my hand, and without thinking I bend over to pick it up. I know Jamal and Jason are getting a full view of my round ass, and I can feel their eyes on me. It's absolutely exhilerating. I pick up my binder, turn around, and say, "I'm just so clumsy! See you at 9!" before I close the door and go into the lecture hall. With the last glimpse I catch of them I can see that they're staring at me open mouthed.

I start to think about what just happened as I walk towards the back of the large open hall. I want to sit in the back to avoid attention. "Did I drop my binder on purpose?" I whisper to myself. Whenever I'm around men I just can't stop flirting, it's like there's two of me and when men are around the other me wins. "Oh she has some damn cute shoes" I mutter as I see another girl finding her seat. Hm, maybe the other me takes over even when men aren't around as well.

After a few minutes, more people begin filing into the room and finding their seats. The guy who commented on my hair a few days ago looks at me somewhat quizzically before he takes a seat in front of me. I sit there rigid, worried that he's recognized me. Nobody else seems to have realized that it's me, the same guy who's been coming to this class for months. A few seconds pass and he turns around. He's kinda cute actually, in a dorky sorta way. He has short wavy black hair, a bit of a wide face, but he looks strong. He's wearing a dark blue button up shirt and grinning slightly. He looks at my face for a couple seconds before he opens his mouth to speak.

"Hey, I've never seen you before, have you skipped all the other lectures before? ...'Cause I would have noticed you." He says, looking down at his feet briefly before he turns to me again with a look of surprise. "Wait a minute..." he smells the air, "Yo you smell exactly like strawberries and cream." Suddenly he gives a devilish grin. Oh shit.

"Uh, yeah it's the shampoo I use. What about it?" I say, giving a sassy look before turning away. Maybe if I blow him off he'll ignore me. Instead he keeps looking me up and down hungrily. Not a good sign.

"Be honest with me" he whispers, "I won't tell anyone else if you're honest with me right now. You're that dude right, are you transgender? Or like, a sissy or something?"

Fuck, he's got me pegged. A sissy though? Claire sometimes calls me that, and I've seen the word online here and there when I've been looking up gender transformation. I'm not a sissy though, sissies are like, slutty transgender girls. I'm just a guy who's accidentally been turned into a girl with a formula that makes me...horny.

"What? No, creep, I don't know what you're talking about. I've just been skipping this class." Maybe that will keep him at bay, I need to look out for him, he may be dangerous.

He turns around, calling him a creep seems to have worked, and another girl nearby seems to have noticed so he wants to play it cool. Today is the lecture I've been looking forward to. No, I mean, waiting for. Er-studying for. It's the lecture on male anatomy. Cocks. In the slideshows, the teacher only shows the best dicks. The ones that were picked for being the most visually pleasing, because no matter what the context, who wants to see a gross cock? I keep getting entranced by the images on the slideshow, often trailing off in my notes to draw cocks in my notebook. I keep catching myself, but I can't help it. "Just the formula" I say to myself.

After about half an hour, I feel a hand groping up my leg. I look down and see that it's the guy in front of me, he's reaching down and letting his hand trail up towards my clit. I slap his hand away, but a few minutes later he's at it again. He gets more and more ferocious each time, and I'm just trying to be quiet to avoid arousing attention. After a few more tries, he leans back and puts his hand right up my microskirt, groping at my clit. I let out a very soft, very quiet moan, but he hears it. God damn it. Now he knows, and now I look like a slut, or an idiot, or both. My heart rate speeds up, and now that he's confirmed my identity he stops bothering touching me. He just keeps winking at me, or casually making fingering gestures when nobody else is looking.

"Fuck off, pig." I whisper to him, but now nothing will deter him. He knows who I am, and now he's determined to humiliate me. He seems to get bored with tormenting me, and eventually stops groping me and winking.

I relax again and start paying attention to the class. It's actually a really good lecture, and there's a powerpoint with it showing different cocks. It's mouthwatering to see all of them, all slightly different, but equally...Nevermind. Gross is what I mean to say. Still though, there's just something about them that keeps me entranced. Their delectable pink heads, and oh my god the veins. The veins are so sexy, and when they throb as the guy cums, it sends shivers down my spine. I can't stop staring at the cocks on the wall, often catching myself ignoring the actual lecture.

Time goes by pretty fast, and the guy in front of me is one of the first to leave. "Wow, I guess I'm just lucky." I whisper to myself as I grab my bag and head out the door. I give a quick scan around in the lobby of the building, and don't see the guy anywhere. I breath a sigh of relief and begin walk towards the door to the campus courtyard. Suddenly, I realize I need to go to the bathroom really badly. I walk towards the men's door, but then remember, I'm not a man. Er, well I don't look like a man. So, humiliating as it is, I go into the women's bathroom. Funny enough, it looks and smells way better than the men's does, and it's way cleaner. "I could get used to this." I mutter.

I go into one of the stalls, sit down, and start to pee. Sitting down is more comfortable, since now my clit is so small anyway it just makes sense. As I'm standing back up and pulling my thong back on, I hear another person enter the bathroom. I look under the stall a little and see two big black boots...men's boots though. I hesitate to step out. The boots start to walk towards the stall, and I stay standing there, frozen. The boots keep going, and then they stop in front of my stall. Oh shit, god damn it do I wish someone else were in here right now.

"Hello?" I say, accidentally letting my feminine voice quiver a bit with fear. That's when I realize it, I know those boots, the guy was wearing them.

"Hey baby, open the door." He says, yeah, it's him.

"Fuck no, get out of here." I say, trying to sound fierce.

"Okay, well I guess I can just go tell everyone who you are." He says, starting to walk towards the door.

"Wait!" I say as I open the door. It was impulsive, but rationally I can't let him do that. It could ruin my opportunity to switch to my guy body, or to ever be accepted again once I do. I step out of the stall and he looks at me with a big grin on his face.

"Well alright." He says, walking towards me. I don't have a good feeling about this. "I'll tell you how this is going to go. You're going to suck my dick right now, in that stall, and I won't tell anyone about you. Deal?" He says, grabbing my boob without even asking. He winks at me. I guess I have to.