The Roommate Pt. 15 - Miranda

Note: For those who may be jumping into the story only in these advanced chapters, know that Lori is Josh. At home and often around town, he's a woman. When Lori is teaching college, and with family and so on, he's Josh.

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Lori had obtained his chastity device's combination from Miranda before she departed, and the impediment was quickly removed. Now, when she was out and about, her gaff hid her masculinity well enough. At home, only panties contained the bulge, which showed up once in a while under a tight skirt or jeans.

Leigh Ann and Lori were in a friends-with-benefits relationship, of a sort. They slept together, usually ate together, and sometimes went shopping together. But the bond wasn't exclusive, and from time to time Leigh Ann would head out for a lesbian bar and hook up and spend a night elsewhere, or do things with friends from work.

Leigh Ann always wanted Lori to look as feminine as possible at home, and even asked that she wear a filled-out bra to bed under her nightie, for that certain feel when they were spooning or whatever.

After Miranda had been gone a couple weeks, Lori/Josh brought up the old subject again: She wanted to start taking female hormones, and would that bother Leigh Ann?

Actually it wouldn't, she said, since she had always asked Lori to use a strap-on dildo when they wanted penetration sex for her, because that's what she was used to. So, after penetration and Leigh Ann achieving climax, Lori would leave their bed, return to his old bedroom and pleasure himself, and then return.

And so Lori began the long process of obtaining the required psychological counseling, and then obtaining and filling a doctor's prescription for estrogen and other male-to-female drugs.

As she received her pills from a pharmacy, Lori clinked champagne glasses with Leigh Ann to celebrate her new direction.

"Leigh Ann," she said with mirth, "You know you'll soon be losing any chance of riding my stick, if you catch my drift, because as the hormones kick in, they'll do the opposite of Viagra."

"That's true, Lor."

Actually, at this point in their pairing, they had taken to shortening their names to "Lor" and "Leigh."

"Well, I've only been fucked by a guy once, in high school," said Leigh, "when I was experimenting, you know. He wasn't cool, he wasn't even goodlooking, and he fumbled around, and I was glad when it was all over. I just learned the mechanics of it, but there was no thrill and I certainly didn't come."

"So," said Lori, "why don't we play around a little tonight and use the genuine article, and just let things happen. You know I like to be told what to do, so ... "

"You make it sound so easy. ... Actually, I've never told you this, but I've had this fantasy about sex with you that would fit - to make a pun - into your little idea very well. Very well, yes."

And so, finally, the following weekend, they put her plan into action (before Lori took any pills). Lori had been anticipating the scene all day, and that evening when the apartment was nice and warm after a sunny day, she dressed in a frilly, lacey little dress with white patterned nylons underneath (held by a garter belt), a sexy bra, and of course, the kind of makeup Leigh Ann preferred. And a tiny dab of the perfume her roommate loved, too. (But no panties.)

The bedroom was lit with three, small flickering candles.

Leigh had Lor sit on the thick fluffy rug on the bedroom floor with outstretched legs spread out, and tied her arms behind her. She then pulled up Lor's dress to expose her penis just a little.

Then, Leigh, wearing a sheer nightgown, and made up in her sexiest fashion, sat on Lor's legs astraddle her, facing her, and put her arms around her, and then locked them together behind Lor with handcuffs, and threw the key out of reach.

"I wish someone had been here to tie us both up in a better way, but this will have to do," laughed Leigh, as she began nuzzling Lor's neck, cheek and ears. Then their lips met lightly. They were in no hurry, and explored each other's faces, taking in the mixture of their perfumes and slight perspiration, which was intoxicating.

Lor felt Leigh's young, pert breasts against her, and her cock began to rise to the occasion, jutting up more or less against Leigh's pubic area and tummy.

"Well, raise the flag and sing the Star Spangled Banner," joked Leigh. "My, my, I think you're getting wet down there."

Lor was breathing deeper now and her lips became a little more insistent against Leigh's.

"Did you ever give your dick a name?" asked Leigh. "I heard some guys do that."

"No, that never occurred to me," said Lor. "But let's give it a name now. How about ... Tony?"

"Tony, Tony; that could work. So, how does Tony feel right now?"

"Tony is seeking some heat. He's attracted to heat. He wants to swim in your warmth, I think."

With that, Leigh lifted up somewhat, a little awkwardly, and eventually maneuvered so that Tony began a slippery entrance into her.

Lor gasped and immediately felt, well, perfect. She was inside Leigh, feeling quite at home, and she was already closing in on orgasm.

"Leigh, my love, can you just hold still for a little bit? 'Cause I don't want to come like right away."

"Sure," said Leigh as she hugged Lor and lay her head on Lor's shoulder.

Lor: "And how does Tony feel?"

"Nice. It's always nice to be full with something. To be occupied. Tony's a warm fella, and every once in a while he makes a small little jerk."

"Kind of has a life of his own," said Lor, who had her head on Leigh's shoulder. She bit Leigh's ear just a little.

"Can't help myself, woman" laughed Leigh, beginning to move her hips up and down slowly. "Ahhh. So smooth; so big."

"I love your tits against me," said Lor. "Your perfect tits ... god."

Leigh began breathing heavier from the exertion, but even so began a more vigorous pumping.

Lor focused on her own arms bound behind her, and the feel of her bra, and the sensation of being a woman, and that fanned her ardor. It didn't take long before she herself began thrusting and soon the two were riding each other. Time as usually measured slipped away and in the heat of union their minds and juices pooled, until with one mighty push, Lor began to spout like a hot volcano.

"Jesus god, Jesus Jesus Jesus, Jes ... Jes ... Jes ... " she screamed.

They were both sweating, and Leigh continued to ride Tony, finally slowing down.

"I wish now my hands were free so I could top off," complained Leigh. "It's not fair that you came and I didn't."

Lor was slumped against her, blissed out.

Leigh began to extricate herself, and moved away to fetch the key that would release her from her handcuffs. Lor looked at Leigh's svelte figure as she did so, still feeling an occasional after-climax twinge pass through her body.

Minus her handcuffs, Leigh sat on the edge of her bed facing Lor, legs wide open. Her twat was quite wet and inviting.

"My partner in crime, dear, be a good girl and come over here and make me feel good."

With arms still tied behind her, which excited her again, Lor awkwardly made her way over on her knees, and zeroed in on a small patch of pubic hair and pubic lips still carrying her cum. She licked the congealing liquid off thoroughly and then thrust her tongue into the sacred groove that held her roommate's hidden softness. Suddenly Leigh's thighs clenched in on Lor's head, held it tight for a moment, then relaxed.

Leigh reached down to part her pubic lips, since Lor's hands were incapacitated, and this permitted Lor to tongue Leigh's vaginal opening first, then move north to seek Leigh's pleasure center. When her tongue slid around it, Leigh sighed and shuddered a little, and Lor persisted, finally beginning to suck Leigh's clit in and out through her lips.

In her sexual stupor, Lor had the recognition that she was giving Leigh's sort-of penis a blow job. And this almost made her laugh, but Leigh was headed for netherland, and she didn't dare disturb that trajectory. Leigh's entire body tightened as she shuddered in waves of pleasure, and her legs closed around Lor once more.

"Oh Lor, Lor, chee ... chee ... God, I love you Lor, Lor ... "

"Thank you," said Leigh, gasping a little, "Oh my god Lor, that was so perfect ... Is it better making love with a woman with a penis, Lor? I mean you wouldn't know, would you? Have you ever made it with another trans woman?"

"No, not really. Never occurred to me," said Lor, wiping some of her own cum off her mouth.

"Actually, silly me, I would love to watch you make it with another woman with a penis," said Leigh.

"You never know. If she-he looked really femme and sexy ... "

That evening as they watched Downton Abbey on TV, and cuddled, Leigh's hand found its way between Lor's legs, and stayed there, and Tony rose once more against her panty.

Leigh said: "Now I know why Miranda didn't want you on hormones, why she wanted a serviceable dick."

"You don't want me to become more womanly?" asked Lori.

"Well, yes I do, actually, but I don't want to lose your tool, to use a masculine term."

"Oh, I have to tell you a story about one of my girlfriends," said Leigh, putting the TV on pause. "This was a couple years ago. Her name was Suzy, Susan, and she was short and had bad acne. But she was so nice and friendly and we liked to hang together and of course one thing led to another and we ended up in bed. I reached to touch her down there, and found a very erect clit that was, like, a small little penis!"

"How big?" asked Lor.

"I'd guess two, two and a half inches long," said Leigh. "I was slightly embarrassed by finding this; I didn't know what to say. She didn't say anything either, but I played with it, and she began playing with my tits, my wonderful tits, you know. And I was getting aroused, and I just had to go down on that little penis clit. Jesus, I thought, she must have a lot of nerve endings on such a big clit."

"OK, don't stop now," laughed Lor.

"Well, I like did what you just did to me ... I sucked it and went up and down on it, and she had a terrific orgasm. ... To this day, I'm no medical expert, but I wonder if her acne was a sign of hormone imbalance or some such thing, and that's why she'd grown a big clit."

"Did you ask her to fuck you?" laughed Lor.

"The thought occurred to me after she left," admitted Leigh. "But it probably would've been very embarrassing. ... Well, we carried on a little after that, then we stopped seeing each other."

"So then this erotic germ of an idea stayed with you until you met me, and now you carried it out all the way," observed Lor.

"Yeah, kinda; I never thought of it that way. ... There's that studious side of you again, mister professor," kidded Leigh.

But upon further research by Lori with her doctor and online, she learned that she couldn't have it both ways - if she wanted a womanly body by taking estrogen and other drugs that would be at all noticeable, she would have to give up her usual male sexual functioning. Erections would happen less spontaneously, and would diminish over time, and those nice ejaculations would taper off. She couldn't have it both ways.

"Leigh, I have to make a decision, dear," Lor said one evening as they occupied their usual spot on the sofa. "And it might be disappointing to you. If I go the pills route and go for the curves and womanly features, I will lose Tony, no doubt about it. And lose a lot of horniness."

"That would be too bad, but I would still like you, you know."

"But," added Lori, "on the other hand, I really do want to live full-time as a woman. So there's a dilemma. If I don't do the hormones, and so on, my voice will always sound a little deeper than I'd like."

"Poor dear."

"You don't understand how difficult this is," said Lori.

"Well look, Lor, to me - and I can't speak for everyone else - but to me, I see you as a woman. I'm not just saying that. As a lesbian, do you think I'd have sex with you if I saw you as a male?"

With that, she drew over, kissing Lor on the neck and lightly on the lips.

"Here's what I think you should do," said Leigh, as her hand lightly brushed Lor's slight bulge. "Begin living full-time as a woman, everywhere. Get some breast implants - not too big, you know. Start taking just a tiny bit of the hormones and drugs, until you can find that it's reducing your sex drive too much, and then back off. I don't know; maybe you wouldn't be able to take any at all - but find out, OK?"

"I like your line of thinking, love. Tony is sending me a message too: Don't abandon me! Please, please don't abandon me."

"Funny girl," said Leigh.

As they began to neck and their legs snaked together, Lori's decision had already been made.

And so, Lori first told family members about her decision, then the college's administration and other teachers (and even Lori's students), and finally, her friends. She expected some disgust, anger and poor attempts at jokes, but 95 percent of those told were very accepting, with some saying they'd seen it coming. The other five percent were mostly just stony silent. A few asked a little too directly if she were going to have the operation, and Lori merely answered, "That's a little too personal, really."

And then there were boob implants, so expertly done that Lori couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror - sore for a while, but very much worth it. There were the official things to take care of: name change, new driver's license, and so on. And there were the firsts: Lori's first class taught as a woman, her first family gathering as a woman, and getting used to always using the women's bathroom.

She felt more comfortable in her skin, and the little bit of hormones and drugs reduced her male beard growth somewhat. Her nipples became more sensitive.

But just when she and Leigh were settling down to a couple's relationship, and becoming so completely familiar with each other's moods, needs and sexuality (Lori to her diary: "This is like heaven.") - and each saying as they split for work each day, "I love you," - something ominous began to intrude.

It all began when Leigh and Lor went to their familiar lesbian bar together. It was generally known there that Lor still had her Tony, and over time, several of the politically active lesbians told Leigh they didn't approve of Lor spending time there. "She can't have it both ways and call herself a woman," said one. "She's an imposter. She makes me uncomfortable."

And beyond that, Leigh met an extremely attractive, leather-clad woman there (Kortney) who set out to seduce her, whether at the behest of others or not, Lor never learned. Leigh spent a night with her, where she was introduced to Kortney's most excellent BDSM dungeon. There, the two connected rather hotly.

Things between Leigh and Lori began to unravel after that, slowly but surely.

"I miss our connection," said Lor one night. "But I completely understand. I think Kortney's pretty hot myself, and if she'd come onto me I might've fallen for her too."

"I'm sorry, Lor. But we had a good run, and we got you on the right track, don't you think? I still love you, and you're about my best friend."

"You taught me all about makeup."

"We had some hot girl time."

Leigh: "I know you will be a very happy woman, I do. You will make a woman very happy, and when you get in that special relationship you can even have a baby together!"

After that encouraging proclamation, Leigh stayed on another month before moving in with her leather goddess.