In the end, geeky Greta is your cosplay cutie.

You never expected the blonde bookworm would be the one you fell for, but you suppose it's just part of her charm to wriggle in the cracks of your armor and find her way to your heart with her relentless optimism and guileless glee. You chose her as a roomie a year ago precisely because she seemed the least likely to lasso your heart. It had been a tough journey, and you needed a rest before giving away your whole damn heart again so soon.

You should have known you couldn't stop your heart from staying wide open and waiting for love or that no matter how many 'ground rules' you and Greta set to keep orderly boundaries, that things would get sticky and messy soon enough. You fall in love too easy, and you learned fast that Greta is a lot more lovable than her deceptive dorkiness would lead you to believe.

The 'No fucking your roommate' rule was the first to go, and on the first night to boot. You had made it all day without too much struggle, though seeing her full figure jiggle as she helps unpack makes it hard to not at least sneak a squeeze. You reminded yourself over and over that you picked Greta because she had the least amount of history among the girls at school, but that just makes you more unprepared for how much beauty she is hiding under fake glasses and frumpy clothes. It's when she dresses up that she really allows her star to shine, and so when she asks you to help zip up her Six of Nine bodysuit you end up breaking rule number one three times in one go, and she shows a suprisingly delightful dominant streak and breaks it four over the long, loving night.

Still, sex is one thing and love is another. If you fell in love with everyone you fucked, you'd be in an even sorrier state than normal. So rule number two, 'No kissing!' was paramount to avoid catching feels. You managed better with that one, going two whole days without a peck. Then she had to go and dress up as Lord Loathe, the Lustvian dictator that rules with an actual iron fist and the most bewitching cowl and bondage mask. Maybe it was you inner submissiveness taking hold, maybe it was the thrill of playing with a crossdressed cutie that could boi better than most men, maybe it was just how rosy red and ripe her luscious lips looked framed by the black leather and crimson cloth. Whatever the reason, you broke that rule hard and never looked back.

Rule number three was the game changer, though at the time, 'No pet names' seemed like an easy and minor hurdle to step over. You stumbled hard one morning when Greta woke you up wearing a Wonderous Woman one piece that seemed painted on her body. You quickly learned that's because it literally was when you went to feel her fabric and felt warm, yielding flesh. Maybe it was her Ropes of Honesty that loosened your lips, or more likely her Sword of Justice spearing you from behind, but once you moaned, "My little Amaze'on!" the rule was broken and so was your armor.

Since that day, Greta doubled her efforts to get you to break your rules and let her in completely. Number four, 'No public displays of affection' went away the same day when she lured you to the local horror club dressed as the Sinobite King, Prickhead, named, of course for the spikes sticking out of his crown like a horrifying halo. Maybe it was how handsome she looked in her red rubber pierced priest's garb, or maybe how sexy you felt as her Sinobite Queen, Lustica, named, of course for how fucking sexy your plunging dress and plethora of piercings looked. Whatever the reason, you couldn't stop holding her hand, sneaking strokes to her cock, and necking like newlyweds to the point that all the nerds in the club kept asking who Greta's new girlfriend was...

And just like that, it was you. One day you were roomies with benefits but boundaries, and the next the rules where out the door and your walls fallen to dust. Greta planted her flag on the heart of your kingdom and you planted your tongue in her mouth, all while dressed in matching Suckubus Schoolslut Uniforms from some obscure porn game called Hela University. You didn't really care about the lore, but your little Amaze'on got so adorkably animated explaining it, that she awakened the inner nerd in you. Soon, she had you dressing up just as often as her, and you lost yourself so completely in the characters that you didn't realize you were falling madly in love with this geek with a thousand faces.

Then you had to go and ask, "Maybe you could dress up as something super hot and slutty for our date tonight?" You had demolished rule seven, 'No dating your roomie', dozens of time by this point, but you were about to break the first unspoken rule of Greta's. She gleefully guessed a Whorewolf, and you answered "No." Gon Soku? "Nope." The Bimbodook? "Hmm, raincheck but no." Finally she gave up and you asked, "Will you dress up as Greta for me? You know, the blonde bombshell I get glimpses of between costume changes and hidden away in your Kent Clarkson disguise by day?"

That's when Greta opened up to you. How she had always been drawn to cosplay as a way to explore the forbidden, especially her ever growing conclusion that she was a girl at least 90% of the time and a 'them' the rest. She shared how freeing it was to meet a fellow explorer in Fiona, but her first girlfriend left her because she thought Greta was too 'boring and childish' out of costume. She broke down walls you didn't know she had, because they were invisible like the Gun Wytch Bladonetta's and told you she had this horrible crush on you which grew into a painful puppy love when you became roomies and evolved into a harrowing affection as you started breaking your own rules and now she was strangled by a terrifying love for you that she knew you didn't share.

You couldn't keep her out of your heart a second longer. You took her into your arms and held her tight, confessing, "Oh, Greta, it's because I was scared of loving you too soon and too hard that I kept you at arm's length. You were just too clueless and cute to keep away. I was amazed by your ability to transform into all these different characters, but what worried me the most was how hard I'm falling for the beautiful swan disguising herself as an ugly duckling. So let's make one last rule. I promise to be honest about how crazy I am about you from now on, and you promise to share the real Greta with me between all our dress up and role playing."

It was the only rule you never ended up breaking. Greta would wake you in the morning with a kiss, and maybe a hot sausage for breakfast. Greta would walk with you hand and hand to class, practically snapping necks with her brainy bimbo look of tight short dresses with just a bit of disguise in the glasses, because some flair is authentically her. Greta would take you on dates and walk you back to the dorm and make sweet love with you...and then fuck you like you bullied her in grade school and she's getting payback with her prick. Greta would joke and laugh and make painfully awkward meme references that somehow were still cute the thousandth time around. Greta would dress up with you and play different roles, but now that you knew the Amaze'on actress behind them, the games were all the more immersive and exciting.

It's been a year since you moved in with the mousey minx you weren't worried about catching feelings for and today you are moving in an off campus apartment with Greta and working towards building a life together. She plans to sell the outfits she designs and try to start getting design work on live action projects once she finishes her degree, and you plan to pick a major by the time you finish yours. You know you'll figure it out soon enough. After all, you have a knack for making all the right mistakes.

You smile as you watch Greta unpacking boxes in her tight yoga pants and tiny tube top barely holding in her bountiful, bouncy breasts. You know you will be breaking in the bed before the boxes get unpacked. It's for the best, you don't want her finding the matching Bride of Satanna outfits you bought to wear on your wedding day. You know you aren't supposed to buy the dresses before the other bride has said, 'I do', but you have learned to love being a rule breaker. The life you have is so much better than anything you ever planned, and you plan to keep Greta's heart kissably close to yours, now, and...