Chapter 1: Answering the Ad.
It was my third and final year at University. I was a young student named James, studying hard and looking forward to finishing and heading out into the world. My grades had been good, I had developed a great social life, almost everything was amazing.
The only problem was the past two years I couldn't hold down a place to stay. I stayed in halls during my first year, but all of my friends on the floor I lived on decided to move in with classmates for the following year. During my second year, I had found some guys on my course that needed an extra roommate. They were a great gang of guys but for their third year they wanted to move in with some football buddies and so I was left on my own looking for another place to stay.
It was late August and classes started in September, I was getting desperate and struggling to find people that needed roommates. One afternoon I was browsing Facebook, looking at some University housing pages and struggling, when I found it. It was a post from a group of four girls seeking a fifth female housemate, with a request to email them if interested. I hung my head when I saw the words 'female housemate' and sighed. I sat back in my chair and grew frustrated. There was no way I could commute in September. I took a moment to think, then had an idea.
I sent a message to the email and said I was interested in the room and signed off with the name 'Jane'. I figured if I can just get to their house and talk to them, I could maybe convince them to let me stay, despite me being a guy. Perhaps they were just as desperate as me.
They replied within the hour, which made me believe that they were and asked if I could come over for an interview that evening. I replied and said yes. I got excited. I might finally be able to stop stressing and sleep soundly knowing I have somewhere to live. If I had known just what this interview would end up costing me, I never would have gone.
Chapter 2: The Interview
I arrived at their house about 5 minutes earlier than they asked, I wanted to seem punctual. I knocked on the door and took a step back, taking a deep breath and preparing myself for their reaction of seeing a guy instead of a girl.
The door opened and a slim, yet curvy, brunette girl answered the door. She immediately looked confused. 'Hello?' she said.
'Hi, it's Jane. I answered your Ad.' I nervously chuckled.
'Um, you don't look like a Jane. Our ad requested a girl, you don't seem like a girl to me.' She ever so slightly frowned, still more confused than anything.
'Yes, I know I'm sorry, my name is actually James. I'm just so desperate for a place to stay! I'm sorry I tricked you but I just wanted a chance to talk to you guys, to show I'm harmless and to see if you guys would be so kind to help me out.' I pleaded at her. I figured it might be best to just blurt my case out at her as fast as possible to not get the door slammed in my face.
The girl looked me up and down, then bit her dark red bottom lip, thinking. After a few seconds that felt like lifetimes, she spoke.
'Come in. My name is Trish. The other girls are in the living room.'
Trish walked down the hall and I quickly followed her, pleasantly surprised. Her round ass swayed as it walked, mesmerizing me as I followed her like a little lost lamb. She entered the living room and addressed the three other girls.
'Girls, this is Jane. Apparently, she is actually a he and called James. We've been tricked. But I'm a nice girl and you all are too so I thought we could at least hear him out.'