Aurora’s Roommate

Hey everyone, I’m Aurora and I have been living a triple life for over six months. I spend some of my time as Alex because that’s what society requires me to do when sometimes. I mean, some things must be done as the person who is listed on my birth certificate, right?

I spend as time as possible as Aurora because that’s what makes me happy and I have all of the perfect human qualities to maintain my CD dreams right now. Yup, I’m that cute of a boy to live as Aurora.

My third life is where things get weird and I am helpless to do anything about it. My third secret life is controlled by my roommate.

My roommate is hung up on the 1600’s and has done everything in her power to have me represent her favorite era at least once a month. It took me a while to figure it out, but I finally discovered that the first Saturday of each month has a special meaning to my roommate. I didn’t know what was so special about the first Saturday, but my roommate kept whispering in my ear about how important it was to her until I submitted and verbally committed to treating those Saturday’s as sacred, even though I made my verbal commitment to the air in my living room. My roommate wasn’t there to me hear bow down to her desires, yet somehow, she knew I said it.

My commit is strong to my roommate because I only look so good in full black robes and layers of under clothing, but I do it for her.

I thought that things would chill out once I submitted to her wishes, but they didn’t. All that happened was that things continued to get weirder. Down here in the south, it is not uncommon to name your property. That is usually held for the larger properties and plantations, but some people will name their smaller properties because it is a tradition. My roommate insisted that I have a fancy porch sign made to identify my house with a formal name, but she wouldn’t tell me what words to use in the title. After two weeks of going back and forth on the issue, I took control of the situation and had a traditional sign made. The sign was designed to be attached to the front of the house on the front porch and positioned so that it was visible from the street. The problem was that I didn’t exactly win the argument because the sign was blank. The other problem was that the sign installers didn’t even flinch as they hung the blank sign on my front porch. It was almost as if they had performed this operation before.

Which kind of pissed me off because I was using them as a judge for my new ankle jeans, but I couldn’t tell if the liked them or if they were staring at me because they knew that there were dark issues in my life. However, to keep from arguing with my roommate, I split it 50-50 down the middle. LOL, they walked away with boners over a crossdresser who may never be seen again!

As I stood on the front porch admiring this beautifully crafted red oak blank house sign, I waited for my roommate to announce that she was pleased with my selection. To my dismay, as always, she didn’t give me a verbal compliment, but chose her favorite form of acknowledgement, a single finger stroke down the side of the right side of my neck.

It took a while, but I eventually figured out that a gentle stroke of her fingernail on the right side of my neck meant “yes” and a poke on the left side meant “no” and she doesn’t seem to have a signal for “maybe” or anything like that. She either leaves me with a sense of great pleasure or she leaves me with a small poke hole and a little pain. So far, there is nothing in the middle.

I was so wrong when I thought my house upgrades were completed. The next weekend my roommate had me dress in my most goth outfit and make my rounds to every single yard sale and swap meet that I could find on the local internet listings. I don’t really remember her explaining it to me, but my goal was to find a fully functional and old locking door knob that required a skeleton key and an authentic leather Lanier so I could wear the skeleton key around my neck at all times. I burned a lot of gasoline trying to satisfy my roommates request, but I must have found just the right door lock set because she stroked the right side of my neck until it turned into a sexual event.

I’m not saying that I have had sex with my roommate, but on that day, she performed a sexual act on me with her magical finger nails and it was the best sex of my young life. It’s just so sad that I couldn’t post about being so sexually satisfied by such an alluring female, but my roommate is not into that sort of thing. It was a wonderful event, but it was my event to keep within. For now, anyways.

It was the next day when I heard my roommate whispering in my ear while I slept that the door knob should be installed on my spare bedroom door on the west side of the house and that the room should be held sacred after that. I didn’t mind dedicating that bedroom to her and had the locking door knob installed as instructed.

My roommate isn’t the best at working the internet, so she convinced me to hire a local junk removal company to clear out everything in her new bedroom and then she used her fingernail to show me which poster bed and vanity table to purchase for the bedroom. I wasn’t thrilled that my roommate insisted that I only wear capri leggings and a crop top while the furniture guys delivered the new bedroom stuff, but she seemed to let me know that everything would be alright. I felt that she would stay right beside me for the entire time to make sure that any normal male human reactions stayed in the work uniforms. I have full trust in my roommate and showed the delivery guys to the bedroom and there were no incidences. LOL, there were, you know, male reactions to a pair of form fitting leggings, but no one tried to pull anything out.

“Hey, that was risky. Pretty cool, but risky, so watch it, roomie.”

The next ten days are a little blurry, but my roommate managed to convince me to paint her new bedroom in charcoal and red, stain the poster bed black and to move all of my darker female clothing into her closet. And I swear, I don’t even remember going to fabric store and buying an entire roll of sheer black material to drape over the poster bed frame. I’m not even sure I actually did that, but there it was, a black poster bed with a sheer fabric covering it and I have a receipt.

Even though my memory evades me, I know I must have done well because my roommate sat with me on the couch after it was completed and gave me another one of her fingernail sexual experiences. And I think she drugged me because even though I knew she was stroking the right side of my neck, all I could see in my mind was a guy I met, Josh, and I was on my knees in front of him and blowing on his hard cock like I knew what I was doing. I mean, the image in my mind was that clear, but in real life I only met Josh twice and there was nothing more than harmless flirty at the Summer Festival a few months ago.

I blew it off as a weird dream because my roommate has been around long enough to know that all I do is role play a girl and flirt with guys. She knows as well as anyone that I have only had sex with two girls and that I have never done anything sexual with a guy. Not at any level. She can read the label across my forehead that says “cock tease” as well as anyone else can.

As the summer came to an end, things seemed to get back to normal, that is until the Labor Day holiday approached. A holiday weekend that just so happened to include the first Saturday of the month. Most people would consider it a normal Labor Day weekend. My roommate made it clear that it would not be a normal holiday weekend.

Up to this point, when my roommate speaks to me while I sleep, I almost get a glimpse of her face as I struggle to understand her words. But last night her facial image was a little clearer to me and her words were a little more pronounced. When I woke up on Thursday morning, I think I understood her entire message. I still had to fill in a few of the gaps, but it seemed that I had an assignment for the holiday weekend.

My assignment was to attend a holiday Bar-B-Que dressed as seductively as I could in black and red and lure my beloved Josh back to my place with the promise of a very rememberable evening of sex. The message was clear. If you like me, take me home and have your way with me, Josh. Wait, is that really message? I mean, I see Josh on the edge of sexual bliss but then the scene changes and things get blurry again.

“Hey, clean up your messages! I mean, pick a side and stick with, will you please?”

Things got even stranger as I sat at my kitchen table having my morning coffee. No, there is nothing strange about me enjoying my double-double bold coffee in the mornings, but it was pretty weird that I didn’t even have to press the “brew” button. It was down right crazy that I could actually see the outline of my roommate shaking her translucent hips at me while she waited for the coffee cup to fill. I mean, I love it when someone makes my coffee for me in their undies and I love it when they whip up my eggs, which really gives me the shaking hip action that I want in my life. The problem is that there is no way my roommate could know that. The only girl who regularly made me my special coffee was Terri, and that was in my previous apartment. Terri has since moved a way and has never stirred my pancake batter in this house. But there was my roommate, standing at the kitchen counter with her back to me and making me coffee and scrambled eggs in her flowing translucent morning gown. It was the moment I fully submitted to my roommate. She had me mesmerized into a “ask and I shall do” situation.

But how and I mean just how did her closet, I mean my goth closet get so full of such wonderful clothing selections for me to wear? I mean, everything is my size, but I do not remember going to the store and buying them. I mean, I must have because there are receipts everywhere, but just when did I do that? I just didn’t know, but I did know that the black Denim capri jeans were front and center, the deep red pullover was definitely my style and the black Denim vest seemed to finish off the outfit. And the new black and red high tops in the bottom of the closet were the icing on the cake. Spooky or not, I had a perfect and perfectly fitting outfit to wear at an outdoor Saturday afternoon Bar-B-Que party.

Aurora, the new goth girl on the scene and proud. Oh, and good looking too.

But surely, I should remember trying on the silicone breast form vest, right? I mean, they are amazing boobs, but I would need instructions, right? I mean, everyone at least tries on a water floatation vest before they buy it to make sure it’s the right size, so I must have gone to a sex clothes store, but when? I mean, the receipt has a date on it, but I was at work during the time stamp. In the other words, WTF roomie?

“Are these your size? Are you perfectly perky and desirable like this?”

I felt three gentle swipes down my neck.

“Are they for more than Josh? Are you looking a date too?”

She stroked my neck four times.

“Am I supposed to sleep with Josh?”

Whoa, she poked my neck on the left side three times and left three little poke marks.

“Ouch, do you want to sleep with someone?”

Oh, holy spirit world snap, she caressed the entire right side of my face for several moments.

“Wait, do you want Josh? Am I seducing Josh for you?”

Damn it, she needs to trim her spooky finger nails if she is going to poke the left side of my neck like that. I mean, hey, I’m bleeding over here, you know!

“OK, fine. I’ll wait for you to tell me who you want, you know, while I’m sleeping.”

Oh, holy find a new place to live snap, I swear she just ran her finger nails over my crotch. I mean, I might be reading too much into all of this, but that is how hand jobs start, if I’m not mistaken.

And back to oh holy wake up snap, when my eyes opened after I blacked out for a moment or two, I had a clear image of Cody. Cody is the host of the Bar-B-Que party this weekend and I was visit him today to secure my invite to his party.

“Oh, hold the spooky boat snap, we both know that Cody will not be here this Saturday because it’s his party and we both know that this Saturday is the first Saturday and I’m getting confused. I mean, I will visit Cody this afternoon because I need that invite, but what the hell am I missing here? Hey? OMG, now you go silent?”

Hah, I had so much more to say and ask, but talking to air wasn’t getting me any responses or answers, so I retreated to my bedroom to change into something that would be appropriate for a visit at Cody’s.

And just to keep the weird and spooky things going, when I tried to exit my roommate’s bedroom with my Bar-B-Que outfit, I was unable to exit through the door. I mean, the door was open, but I couldn’t walk through it, no matter how hard I tried. However, as soon as I laid the outfit out on her black poster bed, just as it was meant to be worn, I was able to leave her bedroom. Apparently, goth girl Aurora is meant to remain in her room.

I shook that off and went into my bedroom to change so I could go visit Cody and trick him into giving me a personal invite to his party. And OMG, what my roommate laid out for me to wear today was not appropriate by any means!

I mean, these blue Demin shorts are super cute, but I would never buy a pair of shorts that are, well, this short. I mean, there is the bottom of the zipper, a double seam of Demin and then, well, me and my highly exposed legs. Girls love these, but they are not meant for those of us who role play girls. On a risk scale from one to ten they come in at a ten and maybe an eleven if I move around too much. Yet, there I was, slipping them on with only a small pair of bikini brief panties to hold my secret in. I will admit that I loved the look in the mirror, but OMG, if I shift too far to either side, the risk level might hit twelve. But there I went, off to visit Cody at his house to secure an invite to his holiday Bar-B-Que. And then it hit me, just what made my roommate think that Cody was going to be impressed by me wearing such provocative shorts? I’m pretty sure that Cody is a stud and not interested in my kind of life style, but on the other hand, well, I’m no longer in control. I mean, I’m all “ask and I shall do”, right?

“OMG, Alex, I mean Aurora, this is so weird. I was just going to call you for some reason. By the way, it’s nice to see Aurora out of the house. So, what brings you by?”

“Cody, I’m just going to be honest with you. I’m here to secure a personal invite to your party on Saturday and I’ll do almost anything to get one. Now, even though we all know that you are as straight as they come, this is where you’re supposed to follow the length of my bare legs with your eyes and get lost in some type of trance!”

“Hmmm, and?”

“Ugh, I’m hoping Josh takes me home. That’s as honest as I can get, but that’s also a secret.”

“And?”

“OMG, I will stop by the next day and help you clean the place up and I will wear these shorts, you know, for your friend Jimmy.”

“Consider yourself officially invited. However, I have a feeling that this isn’t over yet, is it? Oh, snap, is something going to happen between us? I mean, no offense, but you’re not my type.”

“None taken. Two things will happen between us, but I don’t know what they are yet. I don’t get that kind of information, but whatever it is, it will be a secret forever. I promise.”

“Ah, OK, but something is telling me that I’m supposed to clean out my basement today and bring you something tonight about 7 pm. Holy weird snap, I don’t know where this stuff is coming from.”

“Your manhood status will always be fully intact. Just say it.”

“Ah, I have an old dirty and spooky mirror in the corner of my basement that I feel compelled to offer to you. It’s so weird that I put it inside a black plastic trash bag a long time ago. Holy weird refection snap, should I clean it and bring it by tonight?”

“Concentrate on my smooth legs and think Cody.”

“Wow, OK, I will not clean it and I will only handle it by the edges. Holy brain freeze snap, WTF?”

“Cody, I’ve never done anything sexual, but I will take care of that boner for you right here and right now, if you want me to.”

“Whoa, someone is saying no, you need to be pure for Josh. And, wait, tell her I can’t wait to meet her and I won’t disappoint. Holy I take too many red pills snap, who is she?”

“My roommate. She selected you, you know, for your manhood. Anything else? I hate to leave and not cover everything. My ankles are perfectly shaped.”

“Oh, holy I drink too much snap, you’re going to get the best cup of coffee of your life in the morning. And, ah, um, it won’t be so translucent, whatever that means.”

“Thank you, Cody. Are we supposed to kiss good bye or no? I’m just asking because I don’t understand everything either.”

“Holy MF pull the needle out of my arm snap, not now, but I feel compelled to slap you on the butt as you leave. OMFG, am I awake?”

“Hah, I’m happy and you’re going to be happy Cody. So, risk it all and give me a little squeeze before you slap it? Our secret forever.”

Well, SOB, my roommate knows how work a crowd and pick a mate, not to mention giving me the chance for someone other than myself to give it, you know, a little squeeze. But OMG, thank you roomie, I would have freaked out if that kiss thing was meant to be!

“My roommate will greet at the door Cody. Thanks for the party invite and enjoy whatever is about to happen in your life.”

My nerves were jumping through my skin as I drove home. LOL, my little dick was trying to jump out of these short shorts, but that was not my biggest concern right now. Right now, I need to squeal my tires as I whip into the driveway and get some answers.

“Do you need the mirror?”

Yup, that was two fingernails being swiped down my neck and I think with both hands.

“Am I supposed to keep your bedroom door locked tonight?”

Ouch, damn, that was three or four pokes on the left side.

“Should I let Danny hang the mirror on the wall?”

Whoa, she gently pressed her entire hand on the center of my chest as if to say yes.

“Do I watch a cooking show tonight or do I, you know, peek? Ouch, damn it roomie! We need to come up with a better communication system! I mean, why can’t I peek? OMFG Ouch, fine, I’ll watch TV. Geez. Oh, by the way, my morning coffee better be, well, it better be, I mean, damn it, all I want is to see you.”

I’m pretty sure that I blacked out for a few moments, again, because I woke up suddenly. I mean, I was giving my roommate the business one moment and the next moment my eyes popped open and my jeans shorts zipper was all messed up. Not down and open, but a little messed up.

“Hah, see? You have things to learn yet, but we’ll work on it. Are you there? Are you listening? Oh, by the way, this proves that you need me, so, well, you should treat me better! Hah!”

Just FYI, don’t talk to the air without looking towards the front door first. Especially when it’s 7 pm and Cody is expected to arrive.

“Ah, Aurora, who are you talking to?”

“Oh, hey Cody, ah, I was practicing my lines for the Halloween play next month. Please come in. The mirror goes in the back bedroom. I’ll unlock the door for you.”

“Ah, OK, by the way, who is Esmeralda Seagroves?”

“Huh, what?”

“The house title sign on your front porch says Esmeralda Seagroves and how did you know that the back of the old mirror is identified as belonging to the Seagroves family?”

“OMG, I don’t know Danny. I just don’t know. Just be careful with the mirror. Handle it by the edges.”

“Oh, holy I’m not gay snap, but feel compelled to kiss you right now!”

“I know you can’t control yourself and I promise it will be a secret forever. I told you that two things would happen between us and this is probably one of them. It’s not you, it’s not me and it’s not us. Your manly status will always be fully intact, stud.”