The Week goes by

The days after that night at the gym went on like normal. Chad and I woke up, got ready, went to class, and were usually at the gym in the evenings, him for volleyball and me for dance.

I wanted to fix my wardrobe situation, but it was too expensive to replace all the clothes that were shrunk. It was still the summer and hot anyway, so even though I didn’t like the fact most of my clothes now revealed more skin than normal male attire, it kept me cooler than before. Plus, most of my classes were large lectures so I could go unnoticed sitting in the back.

At dance practice, Stacy talked to me about Chad, saying we “would totally make a cute couple” and how she was jealous when she saw how “hands-on” Chad got walking out of them gym. I told her that wouldn’t have happened if she wasn’t so busy flirting with that guy and didn't leave me with his lacky. She laughed it off, and told me that his name was Eric, and she had seen been seeing him after that. They made out a few times and Stacy said she wanted to experiment more with him. The news didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would, I’d accepted Stacy and I wouldn't be anything other than friends.

Sometimes i’d walk back with Stacy to the dorm building after dance, and when she went off with her new fling I'd wait for Chad to finish his volleyball practice and we’d go together instead. Because of this, I had a few interactions with the rest of his team- they were all really friendly, but there was a hint of bitterness in the girl’s voices whenever they’d talk to me. They still thought I was his “girlfriend”, but I didn’t talk to them enough for it to be a big deal, so I never corrected it.

We’d walk and talk on night’s, and while we managed to crack a few laughs, there was always an unspoken tension in the air since that first night he thought I was a girl. I noticed Chad started to look at me differently when I was dressed in my shrunken clothes.

Thursday afternoon, while I was in class I received a text from Chad “hey, I’m going to have company over soon, just wanted to give you a heads up. She should be gone by the time you finish your classes”

Figured that Chad would be getting girls over again.

I finished up my classes and made my way back to my dorm 2 hours later. As I was about to insert my key into the door I heard moans..

*ah* fuck yes *ah**ah**ah* fuck me baby *ah* right there *ah*

Chad was still going at it, after hours!!

I stood there for a while, listening to the rhythmic clapping and moaning coming from our room.

Then my imagination began to wander, and I imagined myself in there....the female version of me that had been visiting my thoughts…with Chad

He had me on all fours, face down and ass up and he pounded me from the back, causing me to be the one moaning. Every thrust caused my body to shake. Every gasp and squeal I heard was coming from my mouth.

I felt my breath hasten, as my cock strained against my jeans.

*ah* fuck I’m *ah*cumming *ah* again *ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

Her loud moan broke my trance, and I realized where I was - standing outside my own room, listening to my roommate have sex.

I exited the building and went for a walk around campus, trying to clear my mind. Every time something happened with Chad, it would always end up with that vision, a female me, being taken control of by Chad, and loving every minute of it.

After a while I texted Chad “hey, heading back now, is the room all clear”

He responded back a few minutes later “yea, perfect timing, she was just leaving”

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I made my way back to the room. When I entered, I saw Chad on the bed under some covers- likely naked.

“Didn’t spend time cuddling?” I asked jokingly, desperately trying not to imagine what was under those sheets.

“Yea, I just invited her over to get some stuff off my mind….but honestly, one thing I found out is that the hotter the girl is, the less need they have to develop a personality. Sometimes, I just try to get them out once the job’s done”

“What, you’re saying you can fuck a girl for hours but you don’t want to spend a few minutes pillow talking after?”

“I would if they had anything interesting to say. Like with you I could spend hours on a conversation. I could crack some jokes, talk about our common hobbies, or even do nothing in peace, together. Plus, most of them are pillow princesses that just lay there, so sex feels like a chore” Chad explained. I guess I understood where he was coming from.

“Sounds like what you really want is a guy with tits” I said jokingly.

“Hahaha Yea…maybe” Chad said, with a half chuckle.

Our eyes locked…and I noticed Chad looking me over. A silence filled the room

“Well….I’m going to get ready for dance”

“Yea…I’ll just stay in, no volleyball practice today”

I changed out into my compression shorts and tank top, which now revealed alot more thigh and middriff than before .

As I walked out the door, I felt Chad’s gaze trained on me from behind.