1. The First Try at Cloud and Rain
Inside a pair of white lace-up stiletto sandals, the bright crimson nail polish on the toes, hidden by flesh-colored pantyhose, was especially eye-catching. Above that were a pair of slender, fair, and smooth legs, and hot pants that reached the tops of the thighs tightly wrapped around her alluring, full buttocks. The upper body was just a casual printed T-shirt, with a pair of huge breasts on her chest almost bursting out.
I called out at the door for a long time, then pushed open the dorm room door, only to find such a stunning beauty inside. I couldn't help but swallow hard, wondering: 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 somewhat unnatural, but very familiar. While speaking, she casually inserted the bolt on the door.
I could no longer avoid eye contact, so I had to take a proper look at this beauty. Although she had soft, smooth curly hair and bangs that reached her eyebrows, making her look like a very gentle girl, that familiar look in her eyes instantly let me recognize who she was.
“Zhijie, why is it you? You... how...” I asked in surprise.
Today is the first day of the National Day holiday. I had originally bought a ticket to go home, but in the end I missed the train and had no choice but to return the same way. When I got to the dormitory, I found that the dormitory door had been locked from the inside. Unexpectedly, after waiting quite a while, when the door opened, I saw that scene from just now.
There are four of us in our dorm room: besides Zhi Jie, there are Houzi and Da Zhi. Zhi Jie rented a place off-campus last year and lives alone, only occasionally coming back to the dorm, so we don't see him very often. Houzi and Da Zhi took the train early last night to go on a trip with their girlfriends. I also planned to buy a ticket home today. If I hadn't missed the train, I wouldn't have run into this awkward scene.
“What’s wrong with me?” Zhijie turned around and walked to his own seat farther inside, leaning against his bed rail and asking me with a smile. If you didn’t listen carefully, you really couldn’t tell whether it was a male or female voice. How has it been so long since we last met, and the voice has changed too? My mind was full of doubts.
"Why are you wearing girls' clothes? Also, how did your voice change too?" Although I hadn't seen him often recently, we weren't strangers, so I got straight to the point and said what I was puzzled about.
Actually, before this we got along pretty well. Compared with the others, he always spoke softly and slowly, in a gentle voice, very carefully. Maybe because our bunks in the dorm were fairly close together, he seemed to like chatting with me quite a lot.
"Looks good?" He didn't answer my question directly, but looked at me with a smile, his face red, I don't know if it was because of the cosmetics.
“Still okay... cough, how should I put this?” I hadn’t expected him to ask this question, and for a moment I felt embarrassed and at a loss. Actually, it looked a bit awkward to me, especially since the voice was a little affected; hearing it was very unaccustomed. If you ignored the face, she was absolutely a top-tier beauty, with a very proper figure, full in front and curvy in back. Only then did I notice that the chest I had just seen was actually made of silicone, after all, the color was too different from normal skin.
“You’re not used to seeing it, are you?” he said wistfully. “Actually, I had no intention of hiding it from you in the first place. Otherwise, when you were outside knocking just now, I would have had plenty of time to change clothes.” I believed that; indeed, I hadn’t waited outside the door for very long. But why did he want me to know his secret?
“I only hope you won’t tell anyone else about this, including Monkey and Dazhi. I don’t want too many people to know...” He twisted his fingers together, thought for a moment, and then added this sentence.
"I know, I will definitely keep my mouth shut, don't worry." I agreed, but when my gaze touched the faintly visible stockings on his legs, I hurriedly looked away again, still somewhat flustered in my heart.
Next, neither of them knew what to say. There seemed to be a barrier between them. He didn't speak either, constantly twisting his fingers, his demeanor and posture looking more and more like a girl. Occasionally he would bend down to smooth out wrinkles on his thigh-high stockings. Perhaps the heels were too high and standing was 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 one meter seventy-five tall, so you don't need to wear high heels to be tall." I said this without any reason, just making conversation and breaking the silence between us.
“Only by wearing high heels do I get the feeling of being a woman. You don’t even understand that?” His voice somehow even sounded a little coquettish now. “You don’t like women wearing high heels?” As he spoke, he stood up again, stepped out in high heels and walked a catwalk in front of me. The high heels made a clacking sound on the floor, and his feet really were feminine—small and fair, perfectly complementing the white high-heeled sandals. Even his calves were very well-proportioned; just looking at his legs, he was one hundred percent a girl.
"No way, it's fine, hehe..." I thought to myself that this was really a case of lifting a rock only to smash my own foot.
So provocative, it's a shame you're a boy. If you were a girl, I'd show you what's what today. My mind started to wander, thoughts running wild. A slow heat began to build below my stomach. I didn't dare look at him anymore, went to my seat, randomly grabbed a book, and flipped it open. But I couldn't concentrate at all.
"It’s already vacation and you’re still reading. Can you even focus on it?" He leaned over next to me. I immediately caught a strong fragrance, and could no longer concentrate, but I pretended to be very serious, gave a casual mm as a reply. "What book are you reading so seriously?" Seeing that I didn’t answer, he took it upon himself to lean closer from behind, pretending to look 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 fake hair were in my neck, ticklish and uncomfortable. To be precise, I was uncomfortable below. "Ha ha, you’re actually reading a freshman advanced math book, that’s hilarious." He suddenly burst out laughing loudly. I don’t know if it was because he forgot to disguise it, but his voice changed back to his previous male voice. He may have realized it too; halfway through the laugh, he abruptly stopped, then looked at me awkwardly with an embarrassed, sheepish smile.
Hearing him laugh, I also felt truly embarrassed. I had actually panicked and grabbed an Advanced Algebra book to look at, and then got caught. All I could do was grin awkwardly at him and make a face while smiling.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt different.
“Stop putting on an act. We’re both men—don’t I know what you’re thinking?” After a pause, he said that. It was still an eerie female voice; after hearing it so much, I’d slowly started getting used to it.
“Then tell me, what am I thinking?” I teased him on purpose.
“Of course I want to molest you.” He said coquettishly, covering his face exaggeratedly and making a shy expression. Although I was somewhat prepared, this line was still unbearably coy and gave me goosebumps all over. I said nothing; in fact, I didn’t know what to say.
"What, is it hard to hold it in?" He looked at me with an expression that said I couldn't hide anything from him, while those hot pants, high heels, and stockings kept swaying in front of my eyes. I didn't dare look straight 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 was indeed very uncomfortable, with a strong urge to go pee. I'll go to the restroom and take care of it myself later; I can't hold it until it breaks me, I thought.
"Want me to help you deal with it?" He walked closer to me and looked straight at me with a half-smile, his clear eyes seeming to be covered by a veil, the tips of his ears even red. His voice suddenly became dreamlike too, as if he were murmuring in a trance. "What a joke? I don’t have that at all, besides, I’m a downright heterosexual... how could I..." I was a little incoherent, realizing that something was off about his gaze; he looked more and more like a girl.
“Still saying no? Look at how swollen you are down there...” he said with a smug smile, as if he had discovered my secret.
I didn't need to look down to know what state my 'second brother' in my pants had swollen to. But I couldn't help but look down as told. Damn, the sweatpants I wore today were already tented high by the angry 'second brother', pitching a little tent. So he had noticed it all along, just mentioning it now. Seems my thoughts really couldn't hide from him. 'Alright, then how are you planning to help me solve it?' I simply let go too, pretending to be enthusiastic as I asked him.
"What do you think?" he asked back.
"No, no, no, two grown men doing this is really... I'm not gay... we can't do this..." I suddenly felt a little scared, though I didn't know what I was scared of; instinct told me this was inappropriate. I'd rather handle it myself than let a man help me. If only he were a woman, then there wouldn't be so many misgivings. "I clearly am a woman now, where do I still look like a man?" As he spoke, he even made a full 360-degree turn in place so I could see, to prove 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.
"Right now there are only the two of us in the room, and the door is bolted shut. No one will find out. What are you afraid of?" Seeing that I was sitting there without moving, he leaned in again and coaxed me on, while talking he kept shaking his slender legs, tapping the narrow heel of his high heels rhythmically against the bookshelf. This was clearly the action of a delicate girl; the more I looked, the less I could stand it, so I had no choice but to turn my back to him and not dare look."
“Then how are you planning... to help me?” I really was somewhat unable to withstand his eager persuasion. Without turning my head, I casually asked.
"Helping you masturbate, of course. You still want me to give you oral sex?" He was very straightforward.
“Actually, I... am really heterosexual. I never thought... ah you don’t do that... wait a moment... this isn’t good...” I really couldn’t get over this hurdle in my own mind, and was just about to find another better excuse to refuse when he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist. My crotch instantly fell. His hands covered and occupied it. I wanted to reach out and pry them open, but his hands tightly clamped down on that sky-piercing pillar in my crotch; I truly couldn’t move even the slightest bit, so I had to give up.
"Turn around and let me look at you." he said softly, with a hint of excitement in his voice.
I turned around, still sitting upright on my chair. He was squatting 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’m pretty frustrated too, you know? When I wear women’s clothes, I’m hard the whole time...” He looked at me with a pitiful gaze and said, “Later I’ll help you take care of it. How are you going to thank me?” Thank you? Wasn’t this your own choice? Why are you asking me to thank you? Could it be that you want me to jerk you off too? I thought unhappily in my heart, but I didn’t say it out loud.
"If you're willing, later I also want you to help me solve it, okay... actually, the reason I just let you discover my secret was because I wanted... to find a straight man to play with... only then do I feel more like a woman..." As he murmured, he kept using his left hand to gently rub my penis and testicles through my pants, while his right hand softly stroked and manipulated them.
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. Every knead from Zhijie hit my excitement points, and that pleasant, tingling sensation made me unconsciously nod at him.
"You agreed, that’s great... Do you want to hold it in a bit longer and enjoy it, or do you want to come out right now?" Without waiting for a reply, he reached in and stuck his hand into my pants. I cooperated with him and stood up, pulling my sweatpants down to my knees. Then he hurriedly yanked off my triangle panties, and my throbbing manhood sprang out, erect and straight, 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; it seemed like he had really 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 diligently stroking my cock with both hands, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier, as if stroking a cock was physically demanding work.
The dick gradually grew longer and larger, veins starting to bulge, as if something inside was expanding, bigger and bigger, higher and higher. I held my breath, greedily enjoying wave after wave of pleasure. Suddenly, I felt something about to gush out, like a dam about to collapse, floodwaters about to pour forth. I panted heavily, feeling both extremely urgent and helpless. Suddenly, I felt something release below my abdomen, immediately feeling a wave of relief. Then I heard him cry out "Ah!"
"Damn Li Bin, you came all over my face..." he shouted from below, "and my shirt is covered in your filthy stuff too..." As he said that, he stood up and looked everywhere for tissues. I took a closer look; there really was a little white liquid on his face, and the white T-shirt indeed had a lot on it. Fortunately, I had shot the rest onto the floor. What a thoroughly satisfying ejaculation; I felt it was endlessly memorable.
Lowering my head, I found that he had already found the tissue. He didn’t rush to wipe his own face; instead, he first wiped the semen left on my penis. I was deeply moved for a moment and couldn’t help reaching out to stroke his head, and he didn’t dodge. Watching him carefully help me wipe it away, I don’t know what came over me—I really wanted to shove my already limp penis into his mouth. Even though he was a man, at that moment he really looked too much like a woman.
“You really look like a woman... How did you do that?” I praised sincerely.
"Since I wanted to be a woman, of course I studied it, and I’ve also imitated the details myself for a long time..." He began carefully wiping away the semen that had accidentally splashed onto him, speaking as he wiped. He seemed to want to tell me more, but for some reason he ultimately did not.
"All right, your problem is solved, now it's your turn." After tidying up for a while, he walked toward me with a coquettish air and said.
“What am I supposed to do now?” I asked knowingly. Anyway, I didn’t feel as suffocated as I had just now, so I might as well tease him properly.
"Suck me off, what else? Stop asking questions you already know the answer to." He spoke without the slightest hint of subtlety.
"Then what should I do?"
“How I did it just now—you can just imitate it and do the same thing, can’t you?”
“I… sigh, if I’d known earlier… actually I really…” I stammered, truly speechless. “What? Want to go back on your word now?” He twisted his hips exaggeratedly, trying to seduce me.
“No, I’m going to the restroom first.” As soon as I finished speaking, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, I quickly opened the door and ran off toward the restroom.
I really need to sober up; what did I just do? It feels like a dream.
The cold water from the bathroom sink splashed on my face. In the mirror, my eyes were somewhat red, and my lips were a bit dry. I leaned on the sink for a long time, my mind replaying the scene just now: Zhijie dressed in women's clothing, him squatting in front of 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 himself.
I told myself this was just an accident. When the holiday ended, everything would return to normal. But when I dried my face and pushed open the dormitory door again, my heartbeat uncontrollably accelerated.
After the door was re-latched, only the two of us remained in the room.
Zhijie was still sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs clad in flesh-colored pantyhose crossed, high heels gently swaying. He had already wiped the semen off his face and tried to clean the stains on his T-shirt as much as possible, though the collar was a bit wrinkled. Seeing me return, he looked up, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, but he didn't avoid my gaze.
“Calmed down?” he asked in that female voice, his tone 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 choose me?'
He kept his head down, his fingers lightly twisting the hem of her hot pants: “Because you're the one in the dorm who seems least likely to mock other people. 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 finished speaking, 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... you also want me to help you solve it.” My voice was a little dry.
He nodded without speaking, simply standing up slowly and walking up to me. 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.
“Is it okay?” he asked.
I didn't withdraw my hand.
He guided my fingers as I undid the button on my shorts, then slowly slid down the zipper. Inside was a pair of black lace panties, already showing some damp traces. His penis, wrapped in the fabric, was clearly erect, with the tip pushing up a small bulge in shape. When my fingers touched that scorching hard thing through the lace, he drew in a slight breath.
“...Just take it off directly.” he said in a low voice.
I did as she said. The hot pants, along with her panties, were pulled down to mid-thigh. His penis immediately sprang out, cleaner and more delicate than I had imagined, yet equally hard and gleaming. The tip was already oozing clear fluid. His legs in stockings, with the hot pants halfway down, looked even more erotic. The high heels were still on his feet, the whole person seemingly frozen in a moment just before complete exposure.
I reached out and held his hand.
His breathing instantly became ragged. I copied the way he had just handled me, first lightly brushing the tip with my thumb to spread the drop of liquid, then stroking up and down. His hand rested on my shoulder, his body leaning slightly forward, the fake breasts almost touching my face. Perfume and a faint smell of sweat mixed together, making me hard again.
“A-a little faster...” he pleaded in a female voice, his tone soft and weak.
I increased my speed, my other hand sliding up his stocking, feeling the delicate texture of his inner thigh. His legs trembled slightly, his high heels making faint sounds on the floor. I looked up and saw him with his eyes closed, 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 not stopping.
His breathing grew more and more urgent, his waist gently thrusting forward as if matching my motions. I could feel his penis pulsing in my palm, the veins slightly bulging. Suddenly, his whole body tensed; one hand gripped my shoulder tightly, and a muffled groan escaped from his throat. Scalding semen spurted into my palm and onto my clothes, one wave after another, even more than I had just ejaculated.
He leaned on me, panting for a long time before slowly straightening up. His shorts were still hanging around his legs, his stockings stained in several places with semen, and his high heels were a little crooked too. He looked down at the mess he was in and suddenly let out a low laugh.
“Being brought to climax by a man’s hands for the first time… feels so much more intense than doing it myself.”
I didn't speak, just took a few tissues, first wiped him clean, then dealt with the stuff on my hands. Both of us were silent, but it wasn't as awkward as before.
After wiping it clean, he pulled his hot pants back up 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 gently leaned against mine, the soft touch of the fake breast coming through the thin T-shirt.
“Li Bin,” he said in a nearly inaudible voice, “there are still several days left in the holiday. Monkey and Dazhi aren’t here…… would you be willing to stay and play with me for a few more days? Just take it as…… helping me make a dream come true.”
I turned to look at him. His makeup was a bit smudged, eyeliner slightly smeared, adding to a fragile air. 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 too much like a girl needing to be held.
Finally, I reached out, gently tucked his wig behind his ear, and said:
“...say it again later.”
He did not ask further, only buried his face in the crook of my shoulder and softly let out an 'Mm.'
The dorm fell quiet again. Faint voices from the sparse holiday campus drifted in through the window, while inside the door, two grown men leaned against each other. Neither was in a hurry to take off the women's clothing, nor to completely move past what had just happened. This night seemed to have only just begun.
Zhijie's face was still buried in the crook of my neck, his breathing gradually steadying, but he showed no intention of leaving. I could feel the softness and warmth of his prosthetic breasts through the thin T-shirt, and I also smelled the complex scent on him—a mix of perfume, sweat, and the lingering smell of semen from earlier. The dormitory lights weren't all off; only a small bedside lamp remained on, casting a dim yellow light that stretched our shadows long.
After a long time, he finally raised his head. His eyes were slightly red, and his makeup was mostly smudged, yet it unexpectedly added a touch of genuine vulnerability.
"Do you want to continue?" he asked, his voice already back to his usual male voice, though a little hoarse.
I didn't answer immediately. Reason told me I should stop here, put the cross-dressing matter completely behind me, but my body still retained the lingering sensation from earlier. His stocking-clad leg still lightly pressed against mine, the tip of his high heel occasionally touching my calf, bringing a subtle sensation.
“Take your makeup off 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: cotton pads, makeup remover, cleanser. The wig was taken off, revealing short black hair. The fake breasts were removed and placed into a dedicated box. Yet the shorts and stockings 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 a plain men's tank top, while his lower body was long stocking-clad legs and slender-heeled sandals.
“How about this?” he asked, his voice switching back to a female voice again, carrying a hint of probing.
I looked at him, my heart racing again. His face without makeup was much fresher, yet flushed from the earlier intimacy. The legs wrapped in stockings were still enticing under the dim yellow light, and the curve of his buttocks outlined by the hot pants was clearly visible.
“Come here.” I said.
He came back over and sat beside me again. This time, I took the initiative to reach out and place my palm on his thigh covered in stockings. The stockings felt delicate and cool to the touch, with his real body temperature beneath them. My hand slowly slid upward, over his knee and to the inner thigh. He inhaled softly, but did not stop me.
“Li Bin……” he called my name, his voice softening.
I turned over and kissed his lips.
This was our first kiss. His lips were softer than I imagined, with a faint taste of makeup remover. It started as a light touch, then he actively opened his mouth, his tongue cautiously probing forward. I responded, my hands simultaneously unbuttoning his shorts, releasing his already half-hard penis 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 his 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 trembled violently, and he let out a suppressed cry.
"You... you really..." his voice came in fits and starts.
I didn't answer, just swirled my tongue around the head while gripping the base with my hand, stroking up and down. His fingers tangled in my hair but didn't dare to exert force, as if afraid of hurting me. I could feel his thighs trembling slightly in the stockings, the heels of his high heels occasionally knocking against the edge of the bed, making faint sounds.
“I’m about to cum... Li Bin, I...” he reminded hurriedly.
I didn't pull away, but took him deeper into my mouth. The hot semen shot out again, this time mostly into my mouth. The taste was lighter than expected, with a hint of saltiness. I swallowed some and wiped away the rest with a tissue.
Zhijie lay on the bed, his chest heaving violently, his eyes full of moisture.
"Why are you... willing to go this far?" he asked.
I sat next to him, reached out and wiped away a bit of wetness at the corner of his eye: 'Because you helped me just now too. And... the way you are right now is really hard to refuse.'
He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly flipped over and pinned me beneath him. Though the fake breasts had already been removed, his chest was still soft. He lowered his head to kiss me, while his hand unfastened my pants and freed the penis that had already grown hard again.
“Then it’s my turn.” he said in a woman’s voice, with a certain seriousness in his eyes.
He no longer used his hand, but lowered his head directly 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, not forcefully, just following 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 lifted his eyes to look at me, my thing still in his mouth, his gaze soft and alluring. At that moment, I almost really took him for 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 ejaculation, both of them were somewhat exhausted. He climbed up and lay next to 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 yet. I want to... be a woman a little longer.”
I didn't object.
After switching off the desk lamp, the dorm plunged into darkness. Outside the window, there was the occasional sound of wind rustling through the leaves. Zhijie’s breathing gradually became even, yet he still stayed very close. I reached out and put my arm around his waist, my palm resting on his buttocks, which were still wrapped in stockings.
That night, neither of us completely took off the women's clothing, nor did we completely move past what had just happened.
And I know the holiday is still long.
Tomorrow, the day after, and perhaps many more nights like this, behind locked dormitory doors, pushing the boundaries a little further each time.
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