1. First Trial of Passion
In a pair of white strappy high-heeled sandals, the scarlet nail polish on her toenails stands out especially against flesh-colored pantyhose. Above that are a pair of smooth, fair, delicate legs; the hot pants that reach the tops of her thighs tightly wrap around her voluptuous hips. Her upper body is just a casual printed T-shirt, and the pair of huge breasts on her chest seem ready to burst forth.
I called out at the door for a long time, then pushed open the dorm room door, only to find such a beauty inside. I couldn't help but swallow hard, wondering in my heart: Did I enter the wrong room? I didn't even have the nerve to look up to see who it was, but I felt that person was also looking at me shyly.
"Didn’t you say you were taking the train home today? Why are you back again?" She finally spoke. Her voice was a little unnatural, but familiar. As she spoke, she casually slid the latch on the door into place.
I could no longer avoid looking, so I had to take a proper look at this beauty. Although she had soft, smooth curly hair and bangs that reached her eyebrows, giving her the appearance of a very gentle girl, that familiar look in her eyes instantly allowed me to recognize who she was.
"Zhijie, why is it you? You..." I asked in surprise.
Today was the first day of the National Day holiday. I had originally bought a ticket to go home, but I ended up missing the train and had no choice but to return the same way. When I got to the dormitory, I found that the dorm room door had been locked from the inside. I didn't expect that after waiting for quite a while, when the door opened I found just what had happened a moment ago.
There are four of us in our dorm room, besides Zhijie, there are Houzi and Dazhi. Zhijie rented a place off-campus last year and lives alone, occasionally coming back to the dorm, so we don't see him very often. Houzi and Dazhi took the train early last night to go on a trip with their girlfriends, and I planned to buy a ticket to go home today. If I hadn't missed the train, I wouldn't have run into this awkward scene.
"What did I do?" Zhi Jie turned around and walked to her own seat further inside, leaning against her bed rail and asking me with a smiling expression. If you didn't listen carefully, you really couldn't tell whether it was a male or female voice. Why has her voice changed too after not seeing her for so long? I was full of doubts.
"Why are you wearing girls' clothes? And why has your voice changed too?" Although we had not met often lately, we were not strangers, so I asked my question directly.
Actually, before this, we got along quite well. Compared with the others, he always spoke softly and slowly, in a quiet and careful way. Maybe because our beds in the dormitory were fairly close together, he seemed to quite like chatting with me.
"Looks good?" He did not answer my question directly, but looked at me with a smile, his face red, I don’t know if it was because of makeup.
“It’s okay... cough, how should I put this?” I hadn’t expected him to ask this question, and for a moment I felt a bit embarrassed and at a loss. Actually, she looked a bit awkward to me, especially with a somewhat affected way of speaking that was very unaccustomed to hear. If you didn’t look at her face, she was absolutely a top-tier beauty once in ten thousand miles, with a very impressive figure, ample in front and curvy in back. Only then did I notice that the bosom I had just seen was actually made of silicone, after all the color differed too much from normal skin tone.
"You’re not used to seeing me like this, are you?" he said quietly. "Actually, I never planned to hide it from you. Otherwise, when you were knocking at the door just now, I’d have had plenty of time to change clothes." I believed that; I really hadn’t waited outside the door for long. But why did he want to let me know his secret?
“I just hope you won’t tell anyone about this, including Monkey and Dazhi. I don’t want too many people to know...” He twined his fingers together, thought for a moment, and then added this sentence.
“I know, I’ll definitely keep my mouth shut, don’t worry.” I agreed, my gaze touching the faint, almost imperceptible stockings on his legs, and I quickly looked away again, still somewhat flustered inside.
Next, neither of them knew what to say; something seemed to stand between them. He didn't speak either, constantly twisting his fingers, his demeanor and gestures looking more and more like a girl, occasionally bending down to smooth out wrinkles in the stockings on his thighs. Perhaps the heels were too high and standing was too tiring; he sat down after a while, comfortably stretching out his long legs, a vast expanse of pale skin. Catching it in my peripheral vision, my heart couldn't help but skip a little beat.
“You’re 1.75 meters tall; even without high heels, you’re already very tall.” I said this for no reason at all, just making something up to break the silence between us.
“Only when I put on high heels do I feel like a woman. You don’t even understand that?” His voice actually sounded a little coquettish now. “You don’t like women wearing high heels?” As he spoke, he stood up again and started catwalking in front of me in high heels. The heels made a clacking sound on the floor. His feet were really feminine, petite and fair-skinned, matching the white high-heeled sandals perfectly. Even his calves were very well proportioned. Just looking at his legs, he was 100% a girl.
"No, it's fine, hehe..." I thought to myself, what a case of shooting myself in the foot.
So provocative, it's a shame you're a boy. If you were a girl, see how I'd deal with you today. My mind began to wander, thoughts running wild, a slow heat building below my belly. I didn't dare look at him anymore, went to my seat, randomly picked up a book and flipped it open, but couldn't concentrate at all.
“It’s already vacation and you’re still reading? Can you even get into it?” He leaned over next to me, and I immediately smelled a strong fragrance, making it even harder to focus. But I pretended to be very serious and gave a casual mm as my reply. “What book are you reading so seriously?” Seeing that I didn’t answer, he took the initiative to lean in closer from behind, making as if to look clearly at the book spread open on my desk. Whether intentionally or not, his pair of fake breasts happened to press against my shoulder, and a few strands of his wig were also in my neck, tickling me and making me uncomfortable. More precisely, the discomfort was below. “Haha, you’re actually reading a freshman advanced math book. That’s hilarious.” He suddenly laughed out loud. I don’t know if it was because he forgot to keep up the disguise, but his voice changed back to his former male voice. He may have realized it too. Halfway through laughing, he abruptly stopped, then looked at me awkwardly with an embarrassed, wry smile.
Hearing him laugh, I also felt really ashamed, actually hastily taking a copy of advanced algebra to look at, and I even got discovered. I had no choice but to grin awkwardly at him while making a face.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt different.
"Cut the act. We’re all men, and you think I don’t know what you’re thinking?" After a pause, he said this, still in that faint female voice. I’d heard it so much now that I was slowly getting used to it.
"Then tell me, what am I thinking?" I teased him on purpose.
"Of course I want to molest someone." He cooed coquettishly, exaggeratingly covering his face and making a shy expression. Although I was on guard, this line was really too coy, and it still gave me goosebumps all over. I didn't say anything; in fact, I didn't know what to say.
"What? Holding it in is pretty uncomfortable, right?" He looked at me with an expression of 'you can't hide it from me', and that pair of hot pants, high heels, and stockings kept swaying in front of my eyes. I didn't dare look directly at him, but my cheeks seemed hot, as if I had a fever. "No, you're overthinking it, I just..." Of course I couldn't admit it. Actually, holding it in really was very uncomfortable, with a strong urge to go pee. I'll go to the bathroom and sort it out myself later; I can't let it get to me, I thought.
“Want me to help you solve it?” He walked toward me, looking straight at me with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. His clear eyes seemed covered by a layer of gauze, and even the roots of his ears were red. His voice suddenly became dreamlike too, as if he were murmuring in a trance. “What a joke? I don’t have any of that. Besides, I’m a proper heterosexual… how could I…” I was somewhat at a loss for words, noticing that something was off about his gaze; it looked more and more like a girl’s.
“Still saying no? Look at how bulging yours is...” he said with a pleased smile, as if he had discovered my secret.
I didn't need to look down to know how swollen my little brother in my pants had become. But I couldn't help but look down as told. Damn, the sweatpants I wore today were already tented high by my angry little brother. So he had noticed earlier, only mentioning it now. Seems my thoughts really couldn't hide from him. 'Alright, then how do you plan to help me solve it?' I simply let go too, pretending to be enthusiastic as I asked him.
"What do you think?" he countered.
"No, no, for two grown men to do this is really... I’m not gay... this can’t be done..." I suddenly felt a little scared, though I didn’t know what of; instinctively, I felt this was improper. I would rather handle it myself than let a man help me. If he were a woman, that would be fine, and there wouldn’t be so many misgivings. "But I am clearly a woman. In what way do I still look like a man now?" Saying that, he even specially spun around 360 degrees on the spot for me to see, to prove that he was now a girl. Indeed, if I hadn’t known him beforehand, I wouldn’t have been able to tell at a glance that he was actually a boy.
“Now there are only the two of us in the room, and the doors are all bolted shut. No one will find out. What are you afraid of?” Seeing that I still sat motionless in my seat, he leaned in again and cajoled me, while speaking and bobbing his thin legs, tapping the thin heel of his high heels rhythmically against the bookshelf. This was clearly a little girl’s gesture; the more I looked, the less I could stand it, so I had no choice but to turn my back on him and not dare look.
"Then how do you plan to... help me?" I really couldn't quite handle his enthusiastic persuasion, and without turning my head, I asked casually.
“Help you jerk off, and you still want me to give you a blowjob?” He was very straightforward.
“Actually I… really am straight. I never thought… ah, don’t do that… wait a second… that’s not good…” I really couldn’t get past my own mental barrier, and was about to find another better excuse to decline when he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist. My crotch instantly fell to his hands, which covered and occupied it. I wanted to reach out and pry them open, but his hands tightly clamped around that sky-piercing pillar in my crotch; I really couldn’t move even a fraction, so I had no choice but to give up.
"Turn around and let me take a look," he said softly, with a hint of excitement in his voice.
I turned around, still sitting upright in my chair, while he crouched directly in front of me, his right hand gripping my thing through my pants. I couldn't help but ask him, "Why are you doing this?"
“Actually, I was already feeling pent up too. Do you know, when I was wearing women’s clothes I was hard the whole time…” He looked at me with a pitiful gaze and said, “After I help you out later, how are you planning to repay me?” Repay him? Wasn’t this your own free choice? And now you want me to repay you? Don’t tell me you want me to give you a handjob too? I thought with irritation in my heart, but I didn’t say it out loud.
"If you want, I also want you to help me solve it in a moment, okay... Actually, the reason I just let you discover my secret was because I wanted to... find a straight guy to play with... that way I would feel even more like a woman..." As he muttered this, he kept gently rubbing my penis and testicles through my pants with his left hand, while his right hand softly stroked and tugged.
Comfortably propping myself up with my elbows on the desk behind me, waves of pleasure came from below my abdomen. I couldn't help but think: men really understand men's sensitive spots better. Zhijie's every rub hit my excitement points; that pleasant, tingling sensation made me unconsciously nod at him.
"Since you agreed, that’s great... Do you want to hold it in a little longer and enjoy it more, or do you want to cum right now?" Without waiting for me to speak, he reached his hand into my pants. Cooperating with him, I stood up and pulled my sweatpants down to my knees. Then he hurriedly pulled down my briefs, and my stirring manhood sprang out, straight and rigid, startling him.
"Your dick is so big, good man." He shouted excitedly in a female voice. Somehow, beneath me, his voice suddenly sounded so sexy. He seemed to really have turned into a woman.
A drop of sticky fluid had already secreted from the urethral opening of the glans. He mischievously poked the glans with his finger, smearing the fluid on his hand to show me. I said to him weakly, "Hurry up and make me cum, it's so uncomfortable, I can't take it anymore..." He began to vigorously stroke my cock with both hands, his breathing growing heavier and heavier, as if stroking a cock was strenuous labor.
The cock gradually grew longer and larger, veins starting to bulge out, as if something inside was swelling, getting bigger and bigger, rising higher and higher. I held my breath, greedily enjoying wave after wave of pleasure. Suddenly, I felt something was about to burst forth, like a dam about to collapse, floodwaters about to pour out. I panted heavily, feeling both extremely urgent and helpless. Suddenly, I felt something release from below my abdomen, immediately feeling a wave of relief. Then I heard him let out an 'ah' cry.
“Damn Li Bin, you came all over my face…” he shouted from beneath him unhappily, “and my shirt is full of your dirty stuff too…” As he spoke, he stood up and looked everywhere for tissues. When I looked closely, there really was a little white liquid on his face, and there was quite a lot on the white T-shirt; luckily I had shot the rest onto the floor. What a satisfying ejaculation it was; I felt it was endlessly enjoyable to savor.
Lowering his head, I found that he had already found a tissue. Instead of hurriedly wiping his own face, he actually wiped the semen left on my penis first. For a moment I was so moved that I unconsciously reached out to stroke his head, and he didn’t dodge. Watching him carefully help me wipe it off, I don’t know why, but I suddenly wanted to thrust my already limp penis into his mouth. Although he was a man, at this moment he really looked too much like a woman.
"You really are like a woman... How do you do it?" I praised sincerely.
"Since I wanted to be a woman, of course I studied it, and I also imitated the details myself for a long time..." He began carefully wiping away the semen that had accidentally splashed onto his body, speaking as he wiped. It seemed he still wanted to tell me more, but somehow he didn't in the end.
"Okay, your problem is solved. Now it's your turn." After tidying up for quite a while, he walked toward me seductively and said.
"What is it my turn to do?" I asked knowingly. Anyway, I wasn't as uncomfortably pent up as before now, so I might as well tease him properly.
"Give me a handjob, why ask when you already know." He didn't know how to speak tactfully at all.
“Then what should I do?”
“Didn’t you just copy what I did?”
"I... sigh, if I'd known... actually I really..." I stammered, truly speechless. "What? Now you want to back out?" He exaggeratedly twisted his hips, trying to seduce me.
"No, I’m going to the restroom first." As soon as I finished speaking, taking advantage of his momentary inattention, I quickly opened the door and ran toward the restroom.
I really need to sober up; what did I just do? It feels like a dream.
The cold water from the restroom splashed on my face. In the mirror, my eyes looked somewhat red, and my lips were a bit dry. I leaned on the sink for a long time, replaying the scene just now in my mind: Zhijie dressed in women's clothing, his action of squatting before me, the feeling of him stroking me with those nail-polished fingers... and after he came on my face, his carefulness in wiping me clean first.
I told myself it was just an accident. Once the holiday ended, everything would return to normal. But when I dried my face and pushed open the dormitory door again, my heart still raced uncontrollably.
After the door bolt was reinserted, only the two of us remained in the room.
Zhijie is still sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs clad in flesh-colored pantyhose crossed, high heels gently swaying. He has already wiped the semen off his face and tried to clean the stains on his T-shirt as much as possible, though the collar is a bit wrinkled. Seeing me return, he looks up, his eyes holding a hint of uncertainty, but he doesn't avert his gaze.
“Have you calmed down now?” he asked in that woman’s voice, his voice much softer than before.
I didn't answer immediately, just walked to my seat and sat down. The air was quiet for a few seconds before I spoke, "You... why did you choose me?"
He kept his head down, his fingers lightly twisting the hem of his hot pants: “Because you’re the one in the dorm who least seems like the type to mock others. And also... when I wear women's clothes, I’ve always hoped to be seen by a real straight guy, to be treated like a woman. Just now when you came on my face, I really felt that way.”
After he said that, the tips of his ears turned red again.
I took a deep breath and looked at him. At this moment, he sat there—curly hair, fake breasts, stockings, high heels—the whole person exuding a deliberately crafted yet unexpectedly natural feminine aura. I knew he was a man, but my eyes couldn't help but drift to his crossed legs, to his slightly rising chest.
“What you just said... that you also want me to help you solve it.” My voice was a little dry.
He nodded, said nothing, just slowly stood up and walked up to me. His high heels made a faint sound on the floor. He reached out and gently took my hand, placing it on the waistband of his hot pants.
“Can I?” he asked.
I didn't withdraw my hand.
He guided my fingers to undo the button of the hot pants, and the zipper slowly slid down. Inside was a pair of black lace panties, already showing traces of moisture. His penis, wrapped in the fabric, was clearly erect, the tip pushing out a small bulge. When my fingers touched that scorching hard thing through the lace, he drew in a soft breath.
“...Just take it off.” he said softly.
I did as told. The hot pants, along with her panties, were pulled down to mid-thigh, and his penis immediately sprang out, cleaner and more delicate than I had imagined, yet equally hard and gleaming. The tip was already oozing a clear fluid. His legs in stockings looked even more erotic with the hot pants halfway down, high heels still on his feet, his whole body as if frozen in a moment just before complete exposure.
I reached out and held him.
His breathing immediately became ragged. I copied the way he had just treated me, first gently brushing my thumb over the tip to smear the drop of fluid, then stroking it up and down. His hand rested on my shoulder, his body leaning slightly forward, and the fake breasts nearly pressed against my face. The mix of perfume and a faint smell of sweat made me hard again.
“A little... a little faster...” he pleaded in a woman’s voice, his voice soft.
I quickened my pace, my other hand sliding up his stocking, feeling the delicate texture of his inner thigh. His legs trembled slightly, the high heels making faint, scattered sounds on the floor. I looked up and saw him with closed eyes, lips slightly parted, his expression almost as intoxicated as a real woman's.
“Zhijie...” I called his name.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, his gaze moist: “Call me... Jie’er. Only call me that now.”
“Jie’er.” I repeated, my hand never stopping.
His breathing grew faster and faster, his waist pushing forward slightly, as if matching my movements. I could feel his penis throbbing in my palm, the veins bulging faintly. Suddenly, his whole body tensed; one hand gripped my shoulder hard, and a suppressed groan spilled from his throat. Scalding semen sprayed onto my palm and clothes in one burst after another, even more than I had just ejaculated.
He leaned against me, panting for a long time before slowly straightening up. The hot pants were still hanging on his legs, the stockings were stained with semen in several places, and even the high heels were a bit crooked. He looked down at the mess he had made of himself and suddenly gave a low laugh.
“Being brought to climax with a man's hand for the first time... it feels so much stronger than doing it myself.”
I didn't speak, just took a few tissues, first wiped him clean, then dealt with the stuff on my own hands. Both of us were silent, but it wasn't as awkward as before.
After cleaning up, he pulled his hot pants back on but didn't immediately change back into men's clothes. He sat back on the edge of the bed, patted the spot beside him, and gestured for me to come over.
I walked over and sat down. His shoulder lightly leaned against mine, the soft touch of the prosthetic breast coming through the thin T-shirt.
“Li Bin,” he said in an almost inaudible voice, “there are still several days left of the holiday. Monkey and Dazhi are both away... would you be willing to stay with me and play a few more days? Just think of it as... helping me fulfill a dream.”
I turned to look at him. His makeup was a bit smudged, the eyeliner slightly smeared, adding a touch of fragility. I knew I should refuse, should draw a clear line, but the afterglow of those two climaxes still lingered in my body, and the way he leaned against me now really looked like a girl who needed to be held.
In the end, I reached out, gently tucked his wig behind his ear, and said:
“...Let's say it again.”
He didn’t ask further, just buried his face in the crook of my shoulder and softly gave an “Mm.”
The dormitory grew quiet again. Faint sounds of scattered voices from the holiday campus came through the window, while inside the door, two grown men leaned against each other like that. Neither was in a hurry to take off the women's clothes, nor to completely turn the page on what had just happened. This night seemed to have just begun.
Zhijie's face is still buried in the crook of my shoulder, his breathing gradually steadying, but he shows no intention of leaving. I can feel the softness and warmth of his prosthetic breasts through the thin T-shirt, and smell the complex scent on him—a mix of perfume, sweat, and the lingering scent of semen from earlier. The dorm light isn't fully off; only a small bedside lamp is on, casting a dim yellow light that stretches our shadows long.
After a long time, he finally raised his head. His eyes were slightly red, and his makeup was mostly smeared, yet it unexpectedly added a touch of genuine vulnerability.
“Do you still want to continue?” he asked, his voice had already returned to its usual masculine tone, but with a bit of hoarseness.
I didn't answer immediately. Reason told me I should stop here, completely turn the page on the cross-dressing matter, but my body still retained the lingering sensations from earlier. His stocking-clad leg was still lightly pressed against mine, the tip of his high heel occasionally touching my calf, sending subtle sensations.
“Take off your makeup first.” I said.
He froze for a moment, then gave a low laugh: “Are you trying to drive me away, or... do you want to see what I look like after I take off my makeup?”
I didn't deny it.
He got up and walked to his own cabinet, taking a makeup bag from the bottom shelf. He removed his makeup very skillfully, step by step with cotton pads, makeup remover, and cleanser. The wig was taken off, revealing short black hair. The fake breasts were removed and placed into a special box. The hot pants and stockings, however, were still on, and the high heels had not been taken off either. When he turned around, he already looked like half a man, half a woman—his upper body in an ordinary men's undershirt, while his lower body was stockings-clad long legs and thin-heeled sandals.
“How about this?” he asked, his voice switching back to a female voice, carrying a hint of probing.
I looked at him, my heart racing again. His face, free of makeup, looked much fresher, yet was flushed from the recent intimacy. His legs, encased in stockings, remained enticing under the dim yellow light, and the curve of his buttocks outlined by his hot pants was clearly visible.
"Come here." I said.
He came over and sat back down beside me. This time, I took the initiative, placing my palm on his thigh wrapped in stockings. The stockings felt delicate and cool, with his real body heat beneath. My hand slowly slid upward, over his knee, to the inner thigh. He inhaled lightly, but did not stop me.
“Li Bin...” He called my name, his voice soft.
I turned and kissed his lips.
This was our first kiss. His lips were softer than I imagined, with a faint taste of makeup remover. At first, it was just a light touch, then he actively opened his mouth, his tongue cautiously probing forward. I responded, my hands simultaneously unbuttoning his shorts, freeing his already semi-hard penis once again.
This time, I wasn't in a hurry to stroke.
I had him lie on his own bed, took off his hot pants, but left on the stockings and high heels. His penis was fully exposed to the air, the tip already seeping fluid again. I knelt between his legs, lowered my head, and took it into my mouth.
His whole body suddenly trembled, and he let out a stifled cry.
"You... really..." His voice broke off intermittently.
I didn't answer, just used my tongue to circle around the glans while using my hand to grasp the base and stroke up and down. His fingers slid into my hair but didn't dare to use force, as if afraid of hurting me. I could feel his thighs trembling slightly in the stockings, the high heels occasionally knocking against the edge of the bed, making faint sounds.
“I'm about to cum... Li Bin, I...” he reminded urgently.
I didn't pull back, but took him deeper into my mouth. The hot semen shot out again, this time mostly into my mouth. The taste was milder than I imagined, with a hint of saltiness. I swallowed some, and wiped away the rest with a tissue.
Zhijie lies on the bed, chest heaving violently, eyes full of moisture.
"Why are you... willing to go this far?" he asked.
I sat down next to him, reached out and wiped away a bit of wetness at the corner of his eye: 'Because you helped me earlier too. And... the way you are right now, it's really hard to refuse.'
He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly rolled over and pinned me beneath him. Although the fake breasts had already been removed, his chest was still soft. He lowered his head and kissed me, while at the same time undoing my pants and releasing his already hardening penis.
“Then it’s my turn.” He said in a woman’s voice, with a look of seriousness in his eyes.
He didn't use his hands anymore, but simply lowered his head and took my penis into his mouth.
Warm, moist, soft. His technique was clumsy but very earnest. His tongue awkwardly licked, occasionally lightly scraping with his teeth, bringing subtle stimulation. I reached out and pressed the back of his head, but didn't use force, just followed his rhythm. Pleasure accumulated again, stronger than before, because this time he was actively using his mouth to please me.
“Jie’er...” I called out the name he had just asked me to call him.
He raised his eyes to look at me, still with my thing in his mouth, his gaze soft and seductive. At that moment, I almost really thought of him as a woman.
The climax came quickly. When I came in his mouth, he didn't pull away but swallowed it all, as if performing some kind of ritual.
After ejaculating, both were somewhat exhausted. He climbed up and lay beside me, one stocking-clad leg resting on mine. The high heels were still on, the tips gently pressing against my calf.
“Tonight... let’s sleep like this.” he said quietly, “Let’s not take off the women’s clothes for now. I want... to be a woman a little longer.”
I didn't object.
After turning off the desk lamp, the dorm room fell into darkness. Outside the window, there was the occasional sound of wind blowing through the leaves. Zhijie’s breathing gradually became steady, yet he was still very close. I reached out and wrapped an arm around his waist, my palm pressing against his buttocks, which were still in stockings.
That night, neither of us completely took off the women's clothing, nor did we completely put aside what had just happened.
And I know that the holiday is still long.
Tomorrow, the day after, perhaps there will be more nights like this, behind locked dormitory doors, gradually pushing the boundaries further.
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