4 weeks later.

I’ve largely given up on being the socialite I had hoped to become. But that’s okay. I’ve become close to a normal person in that department, so long as Clair is with me. People started joking it was like we were married. We played along as if it were a joke. People these days were pretty accepting of… whatever you would label us as. Her intersex status made it kind of hard to classify. But even so the college rules were very clear that roommates couldn’t date.

Luckily it’s pretty easy to keep a secret when you don’t talk to anyone. I had only called home once, to let my family know I had a beautiful and supportive roommate. They didn’t need to know all the details, just enough to know they didn’t have to worry about me at college. I heard the sound of pleasant surprise in their voices, and I can hardly blame them for worrying that I might collapse into a mess alone surrounded by strangers.

I slept in today, it being a glorious weekend. Clair had gone out earlier, saying she wanted to pick something up. I can’t wait for her to get back, but I do need to get dressed. I have gone shopping for more clothes in the past month, and have a much more extensive collection of miniskirts, shirts and underwear. Including more gloves, and all in the skimpy styles Clair loved to see me in. I was going to buy another choker, but Clair asked me not to. I wanted to look my best for her when she came back, so I slipped on my new 3 inch heels. I hardly wore my boots at all anymore. I think she mostly just liked having the excuse to hold me in public. So long as I had trouble standing in my shoes we could always fall back on that. Of course, this meant it was only a matter of time before I was wearing stilts, but we would deal with that when it came.

The door opens and Clair walks in wearing jeans, sneakers and a black tank top under her leather jacket. She smiles at me and shows me two boxes. “I come bearing gifts for her royal highness.”

“My king, you flatter this simple princess.” I giggle at this game we play.

“No princess of mine is simple. Behold, a sign of your station!” She opens the first box. Inside is a leather choker… no. It’s a leather collar. It has a metal tag on the front, on which is clearly spelled “Princess”. I flip it around and sure enough, Clair’s contact information is printed on the other side. I’m going to have to change my underwear at this rate. Before that though, I quickly remove my choker. “Kneel,” my king says, and I hurry to obey. I hold my hair out of the way and wait patiently to be claimed by my one true king. I can feel my panties moisten as she secures the collar around my neck. I then hear a click. She helps me to my feet and turns me towards a mirror on the wall, and I can see that she has added a small padlock to the collar. It doesn’t look too heavy, I could probably break it if I had to. But it still sends shivers down my spine to know she wants to be the one to decide when and if I take off the collar.

“Does my collar please you, my liege?”

She gropes my breasts as I giggle. “That which I own always pleases me… but I have yet another gift.” She opens the other box, and I stop giggling. An even greater heat rises from my pussy as she pulls out a pregnancy test. “You haven’t had your period yet. You might just be a little late, but I thought we might like to know.”

“Can you help me use it?” Of course I know how to follow the instructions to pee on a stick, but this is maybe even more her fantasy than it is mine. I want her to be able to enjoy every step. It might be a little awkward if I really am just late for normal reasons, but still.

We hurry to the bathroom and confirm it’s empty. Still, even on the weekend there is a fair amount of traffic through here so we have limited time. We quickly enter a stall and close it. Clair wastes no time pulling my panties down to my ankles and then gently lowering me down to the toilet. Hardly necessary but by now we both know I like it when she moves me around. She opens the package and removes the stick that will tell us our fate. And she stops to read the instructions. We probably should have done that before coming into the bathroom.

She looks down at me, “you can pee right now, right?”

I giggle at her again, excited about how silly yet serious this whole thing is. I clear my throat, “Your Princess is always ready to provide any sample she is required to.”

“Good girl.” Clair reached down between my legs with the stick in hand and ordered me to pee. I watched her face as she watched my stream to make sure she got it on the right part of the stick. When I had exhausted the stream she pulled it back up and held up the stick where we could both see the results. Of course, I never read the instructions so had no idea what I was looking at.

“It says it takes 5 to 10 minutes. So, I guess we wait.” I thought we would be better off going back to our room to wait, but she didn’t seem like she planned to move. And if my king wanted to wait in the stall, then I would wait in the stall. This whole thing was clearly having an effect on Clair. I can see her bulge growing in her jeans. Although she was pretty stoic, she clearly wanted me pregnant in a way that went beyond just liking me. I reached up and began rubbing her through her jeans. I then nuzzled my nose into her crotch. I tried to make it seductive looking, but her laughter made me doubt it worked out that way. “Don’t you want to watch the moment it changes? Assuming it does of course.”

“No. I want to see your face the moment it changes. I want to learn it directly from you, not a stick.” I reached up and unzipped her jeans. She stopped arguing and pulled the stick into an easier position for her to hold and see, far above my head. She then helped me gain access to her royal scepter.

I wasted no time and took her into my mouth. I had had plenty of practice over the past several weeks. I had made her pinky promise not to masturbate anymore, and to not let herself grow uncomfortably. The result was naturally me jerking her off or giving her head at least once a day, usually with her pounding me into a happy pile of Princess Pussy goo later that same day. I eagerly pumped my hands as I licked circles around her head, something I knew she loved. I then switched to deeper strokes taking her further into my mouth. I never fully conquered my gag reflex, but I did learn to harness it as I took her tip into my throat and let my natural gagging constrict the head of her cock. After a few minutes of this, I felt her dick begin to pulse and she softly pushed me away. I relented and kept my mouth open as she extricated her dick from my eager mouth. I then stroked her to completion, covering my face with over ten hot strings of her cum.

At that exact moment we heard the door to the bathroom open and several girls giggling about their upcoming dates. Clair was clearly worried, but kept her cool. She could handle this. I, meanwhile, knew she had it under control and that I just needed to support her. And that meant staying right where I am, face covered in her cum and my mouth open, because she hasn’t yet told me to stop doing that.

We stay in silence as the inane conversation drones on outside our stall. Eventually they all leave. I must have missed the moment she saw the results, distracted by the other girls. Clair looks down at me and gently grabs my collar. “Close your mouth Princess.”

I obey, because of course. I expect her to bring me to the sink so I can wash my face, but instead she marches me right out into the hallway. Panicking but still obedient, I follow her along like a good little pampered pet. There really aren’t that many people out and about, and we only actually walk past one person who doesn’t even look our way. Despite feeling the weight of her royal jelly drag itself down my face, we make it back to the room.

I exhale a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, and in relief reach up to wipe the cum from my face. Clair stops me with a smile on her face. She grabs both my hands in hers and lifts them up into the air, twists them forcing me to spin around with her now hugging me and my crossed arms from behind. She then positions me in front of our mirror so I can see my face. It’s way more obvious than I had thought, we were incredibly lucky no one noticed the cum drunk goth pillow princess walking down the hall. But Clair stopped this train of thought by leaning down and whispering in my ear, “that’s what my child’s mother looks like.”

I had to admit, that cum drunk pregnant goth pillow princess looked pretty happy, if the beaming smile she had on her face was anything to go by.