Make You Make Believe

[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Break, Mind Control, and Non-Consent]

The roommate application wasn't a guarantee, but it at least gave you a good chance of finding someone with similar interests. Lloyd was excited for his third year of college, because this year he was allowed to stay in the Upperclassmen dorms. More space, a full kitchen, and even queen sized beds!

They were essentially apartments. They cost a fair amount more then the normal dorms, but the price was well worth it. The only cause for worry was that each apartment had two students living in it. None of his friends could afford to live in these dorms, so he was forced to go live with someone he had never met before.

Lloyd made it to his third floor apartment. The door was held open by a box. So the his roommate was already there. He took a breath and prayed to whatever God was listening that his roommate was a normal dude.

After walking into the room, Lloyd backed out and looked at the room number. It was correct. He walked back in. A woman was unpacking a box of decorations. She was wearing teal yoga pants and a purple tank top that hung loosely jist below her shoulders. She turned her head causing her hair to shift. It was blonde with brown highlights.

Lloyd was taken aback. "Um uh hi there. Are you..are you supposed to be in room 302?" He wanted to kick himself for talking like an idiot.

She sighed. "Yea I'm not too happy about it either." She turned back and placed a small stuffed animal on the shelf. "Im trans, and Unfortunately for both of us, the university has decided to ignore my identity."

Lloyd wasn't exactly surprised. Their university was in the southern part of the US. Now that he heard her speak, he though he could hear the masculine undertone. Maybe. If she hadn't said anything he might have never known. "Im sorry to hear that..."

"Freya." She said without looking at him.

"..Freya." Why did trans people choose the strangest names? "What do you plan to do?"

Freya looked at him and tilted her head. Looking at her closely he could see she had brown eyes. Her lips were a deep shade of red. "Plan to do about what?"

"About..." he gestured around the room amd to himself "This I guess."

She shrugged and picked up a box. "I'll adapt. I suggest you do to, there's no other units available!" She carried the box into the kitchen.

Lloyd looked at the door he had entered. Lodging a complaint would probably only give him a referral and land him back in the regular dorms. He wasn't against trans people, he had just never really interacted with them before. The fact she was insanely attractive was also messing with his decision making.

With a sign, Lloyd made his choice. There were separate bedrooms, so really they were just sharing a kitchen and living room. The one bathroom and shower might be an issue though. Still, he was willing to deal with it. He wasn't going back to sleeping in a twin bed and eating at the University cafeteria.

Lloyd started moving his stuff up the stairs. After his third trip he saw Freya through the window. She was down in the parking lot, staring at a recliner sitting on a trailer. Lloyd sighed and made his way downstairs and to the parking space. He wasn't against helping, he just hated lifting heavy things. Freya saw him approach and waved.

Freya put a hand on the loveseat. "I know the units come with furniture, but this thing is too damn comfortable!"

Lloyd looked at it. It did look pretty soft. "Well in trade for helping you, you let me give it a try."

Freya held out her hand and Lloyd shook it. "Deal!" She said while grinning.

It took half an hour for the both of them to get it up three flights of stairs. Lloyd had never held much interest in lifting weights. He was also a victim of a high metabolism, never able to gain much weight. He wasn't overly thin, but enough that he wished he worked out more to at least appear toned.

Once the recliner was placed in the living room, they both collapsed on to the couch. "You know...I would have expected that to be easier..." Freya said in between breaths.

Lloyd laughed. "Its your recliner, how could you *not* have known?" God he was exhausted.

Freya stood. "Excellent point, however I've never lifted the damn thing." She kicked the recliner softly. "My brothers put it on the trailer and sent me on my way."

Lloyd snorted. "How kind of them."

Freya shrugged and patted the top head rest of the recliner. "Now, I remember saying you could try this baby out. And you look *awfully* tired."

Both of those things were true. However. "Im a bit sweaty after lifting it, I wouldn't want to ruin-"

Freya grabbed him by the wrist. "Oh don't be a pussy about it. I grew up with brothers you think sweat bothers me?" She pushed him into the recliner. Lloyd sank into it. It was comfortable, incredibly so. He felt like he sank into the cloth, like it hugged his back and neck. Freya put the seat back until Lloyd was staring at the ceiling.

Freya smiled down at him. "See what I mean?"

Lloyd was starting to feel even more tired. "Yea its...*really* soft...I think ill-" Freya pushed him back down as he tried to sit up. Why was he so tired?

"You can stay there and nap. I want you nice and rested after helping me." Freya patted his head and walked away. He decided to obey her wishes. He had earned it after all.

Lloyd dozed off. His dreams shifted and flowed around like water in a gold pan. A feminine voice was speaking far away. He drifted with the voice, sinking deeper into an empty blackness that surrounded him. Arousal cut through the blackness. It engulfed him. Need raged through him and he felt an emptiness inside himself.

Just as quickly it disappeared. He woke up soon after. Lloyd blinked a few times and sat up quickly. It was dark, how long had he slept? Noise was coming from the kitchen. There was also the smell of cooking meat which made his stomach grumble.

Lloyd walked over and peaked around the corner. Freya was cooking, wearing a blue apron. She looked over and smiled. "Nice to see you sleepyhead. I was just making some steak Alfredo, want some?"

The food was fantastic. The alfredo was made exactly how liked it, the sauce cooked in the pan that the meat had been seared in. Lloyd went on to have seconds and thirds while Freya watched happily.

A few minutes later they were both on the couch, stuffed full of alfredo. Lloyd concealed a burp and shifted to the corner of the couch, stretching out his legs. "Thanks for the food, it was really really good!"

Freya smiled and gave a thumbs up. Her legs went across Lloyd's lap as she stretched. She left them there, but Lloyd didn't mind. "I felt like I had to reward you with more then a comfortable chair. Not just for the recliner, but also for not freaking out on me."

"Its not a big deal." Lloyd waved his hand "You didn't ask to be given a guy for a roommate. And you're really chill anyway, so it all works out."

Freya bit her bottom lip. "You're chill too. I wouldn't want to live with someone who got *worked up* about it."

Something shifted inside Lloyd. He felt hot, and his dick grew hard inside his jeans. He let out a slow breath and gripped the arm of the couch. What the hell was happening to him? He tried to stay composed. "Yea, it's nothing to get a-angry about..." God Freya looked adorable just laying across the couch.

Freya tilted her head. "Something wrong?"

"No..no just still tired." Lloyd shook his head and shifted on the couch. He couldn't let Freya see him like this. Thing were going too well for him to creep her out on the first day.

It was too late. Freya covered a laugh as she noticed his his hard on. "Or maybe you are *worked up*..." she crawled across the couch until her face was inches away from Lloyd's. He could smell lavender perfume. "Maybe dinner wasn't enough for you...maybe you need something more..." Her hand traced the outline of Lloyd's erection. Lloyd shivered as she playfully bit the tip of his nose.

"I- im not sure-I'm sor-" Lloyd's brain was fried from confusion. Things were happening too fast and he was far too horny to be able to process them. He was almost thankful Freya interrupted him with a kiss. Her put his arms around her waist, welcoming it. Their tongues played with each other and Lloyd savored the taste.

Freya's hand unzipped his jeans. She was already rubbing his dick through the fabric. Lloyd's thumb played with the waistband of her yoga pants. It slid in and out, toying with the top of her panties. His other hand grabbed her ass, and she gasped softly in his mouth.

Freya moved down until she was kneeling on the floor, and her head just above Lloyd's crotch. She pulled out his dick and kissed the tip while looking him in the eyes. She winked at him. "Let me show my appreciation!" Her lips wrapped around Lloyd's dick, sliding straight to the base as she took it all in her throat.

Lloyd groaned appreciatively. His hands ran through her hair as her head bobbed up and down. The room was filled with the sound of her gags and his moans.

His grip tightened on her hair. He was getting close. Freya could tell. She moved her head faster, her tongue swirling around his dick inside of her mouth. Lloyd groaned and pushed her head down onto his cock. He came, wave after wave of cum pouring down her throat. She drank it all. She lifted her head up and opened her mouth wide. All of it was gone, not a drop wasted.

Lloyd panted and fell back into the couch. "That was...that was pretty great..."

Freya stood. Lloyd felt a small pang of surprise as he saw her clearly defined erect cock pressing against her yoga pants. A small wet spot had formed at its tip. She sat on the couch and cuddled up to Lloyd. "You tasted good~" she almost purred with her head on his shoulder. "But now I'm all *worked up* tooooo." She whispered the last half into his ear. It tickled his ear with in a pleasurable way.

His arousal shot up again. "I- I could help with that..." he said slowly, almost automatically.

"Dont worry I'll walk you through it." Freya teased and grabbed Lloyd's hand. She placed it on her erection. Heat pulsed through it. Was it bigger then his? "Im sure you've jacked off that cock plenty of times before. It's not much different..."

She moved his hand around, rubbing her dick with it. Mesmerized he used his other hand to roll down her yoga pants. Her panties were black with a star on the front. The top two inches of her dick stuck out through the top. Precum dripped onto her stomach.

Lloyd realized that at some point his face had moved closer to it. He was only a few inches away. Suddenly Freya pushed his head down. His nose and mouth collided with her cock. The lavender smell was still there, but there was also a hint of her musk that made his dick twitch.

Freya started grinding against his face. Lloyd could feel precum being spread across his forehead and eyebrows. He started licking through the fabric, tasting the tip of her cock at the end of each thrust. He could vaguely hear her speaking above him. The words seemed to flow through him, unable to be comprehended.

The grinding against his face grew quicker. Freya was moaning loudly. She pulled on his hair so tightly it almost hurt, and orgasmed with a shuddee. It shot up onto her stomach, some of it hit Lloyd's nose.

"Clean me up~" Freya said while petting his head.

By the time he had understood the command, his tongue was already obeying. It was salty, mixed with sweat, and tasted amazing.

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Two weeks later, Lloyd got back from class and collapsed face down on his bed. It had been a long day, but finally the weekend had arrived. He could sit back, play some video games, and pretend he didn't already have three essays due in a week.

Hands started to rub his shoulders. Out if the corner of his eye he could see Freya kneeling on the bed above him. She was wearing only panties, her tits freely hanging off her chest. A couple days after their...introduction she had taken a liking to walking around like that. It drove Lloyd insane, but he stayed silent on the matter.

Freya smiled warmly at him. "You know, you'd be alot more comfortable if you started walking around like me."

That made Lloyd raise an eyebrow. "What, like just in my boxers?"

"No silly." Freya held up a pair of purple panties. "In these!"

Lloyd sat up and to say 'hell no' or 'get out of my room'. Instead he stared at the panties. He could see himself walking around the apartment with them on. It brought a strange comforting feeling to his chest. Followed by an intense erection.

"Come oooon!" While he had been deep in thought Freya had already started pulling his pants down his thighs. "You already shave your legs, they'd look so good!"

His shaved legs had been a point of fascination for her when she had found out. He had always hated body hair, it never felt right on him. So he shaved his whole body, waxed when he could. Freya, for her part, loved it.

Lloyd sighed. "Alright if it'll make you happy..." Something in the core of his stomach began to buzz with excitement. Freya giggled and helped him take off his shirt.

"You'll look so cute! Oh! We should get some make up on you too!" Freya said while tossing aside his shirt. "We'll get you all prettied up while we hang out."

Lloyd's head was spinning. He was supposed to say no, to find this all humiliating. But there was a desire to do it. To let Freya have her fun and just try it out. What was college for if not experimenting?

Lloyd stood up and took off his jeans. Freya eagerly pulled down his boxers. He saw himself standing next to her in his full length mirror. It occurred to him that they were the same height, almost same build tits not withstanding. Both of their dicks were erect, giving confirmation that hers was in fact bigger. Freya opened the panties so that he could step into them.

He stepped into them one leg at a time. Lloyd's chest was vibrating with excitment. Freya pulled the panties up his legs, and snuggly against his ass. Only the tip of his dick stuck out of the top of them. Freya nodded overdramatically, like she was examining a sculpture. She turned him around and spanked his ass. He gasped.

"Look at that!" Freya giggled. "It even jiggled! Your ass looks amazing in these!"

Lloyd looked over his shoulder. He had to admit, she was right. He hadn't realized how much fat had been down there until that moment. He was equally surprised to realize he liked it that way. Freya grabbed his ass roughly with both hands. She moved it around. "Hmm, I like it but I also can't wait to have you come to the gym with me. A couple weeks of squats and you'll have me drooling!"

Two hours later they were cuddling together on the recliner. Just panties had evolved into Lloyd wearing the very same yoga pants and purple top Freya had worn the day they met. Freya was wearing a short skirt a renaissance shirt was low enough to show most of her tits.

Freya was groping Lloyd's ass absentmindedly while watching TV. Lloyd did the same with hers. "You know.." Lloyd said in between small gasps. "I dont think the housing authority would find this particularly appropriate."

Freya giggled and put a finger on his lips. "What do you mean? Were just two girls living as roommates, they cuddle all the time!"

Something about that statement sent a small thrill through Lloyd's chest. Freya giggled again. "I felt your cock, you *liked* being called a giiiirrrrlll didn't youuuuu?" She poked his stomach teasingly.

Lloyd swallowed nervously. "I- it may have been exciting to hear it...doesn't mean anything though!" He was a little too defensive and Freya knew it.

She grabbed his cheeks and forced him to look her in the eyes. Her hips grinned against his, and he could feel their cocks pushing against eachpther. "Now you say it." Freya said with a sly grin.

"Say what..." Lloyd was trying to avoid her eyes. Something about them just made him want to fall into them.

Freya squeezed his face harder. "Say that you're a girl!"

"OK ok!" Lloyd took a breath, on the edge of something. "I...I'm a girl." A weight lifted off his chest and his body felt hot.

Freya giggled and kissed him. She pulled away "Your girl dick reeeeaaaaally liked saying that! Youre all *worked up* now!" She pushed her hips harder against Lloyd's. He moaned softly and did the same. A fire had started inside of him that only she could put out. They grinded against each other, rubbing cock against cock as they kissed. "Say it again. Say it again. Say it again~" She said as she moaned into his lips.

"Im a girl. I'm a girl. I'm a giiiiIIIIIRRRLL" Lloyd came, gripping Freya's ass tightly.

Freya came shortly after, biting Lloyd's shoulder while she did. For a while they just continued to hump against each other, giggling as they basked in the afterglow.

Lloyd looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. Freya had done wonders putting make up on him. He couldn't even really tell that he was a guy. All he saw was a short haired girl with a wide smile and red lips.

It was strange that being dressed like this made him so happy. He was wearing a black halterneck dress that showed off his freshly waxed legs. Freya had had a good laugh while doing *that* to him. She told him it lasted longer then shaving, so he relented.

Freya finished applying her lipstick. Her lips were the same red as Lloyd's, and she wore the same dress. "See? Were twins now!" She hugged Lloyd tightly. He hugged her back, enjoying the scent of the perfume they shared.

Down the stairs and out the front entrance Freya shoved him. "We're just going to daaaance!" She said as he reluctantly put his seat belt on. "You don't have to talk at all, unless you feel confident in the voice training you've done."

Lloyd didn't even have confidence in his ability to dance, let alone the few days of voice training he had done. He wasn't sure why he kept playing along with Freya's insistence that he was a girl. There was a thrill to it, sure, but things were starting to get out of hand.

"I've never danced like a girl before, how am I supposed to..." Lloyd trailed off, not even sure what his question was going to be.

Freya wave the implied question away as she drove. "We'll get a few drinks in you first. It'll come naturally, dont worry about it~"

Standing at the bar, Lloyd was thankful for every cocktail Freya passed him. Air blew past his legs, reminding him just how high his dress was. A few more and he may even be able to walk around without constantly worrying if anyone would recognize him.

Freya didn't give Lloyd time for that. She grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him towards the dance floor. "W-wait I'm not- I dont-" Panic made his heart race. Everyone watched the dance floor. How many people would see him dressed like this?

It must have shown on his face, because Freya pulled him in and started whispering in his ear. "Dont think about what's around you. Listen to the music. Feel the base flow through you." Her hand traced a circle on his back. Lloyd's shoulders loosened, and he rested his chin on her shoulder. "The only two people in the world are you and me. Keep your eyes on me."

Freya moved back and danced to the beat of the music. Her hips swayed and her arms moved above her head. Her black dress blended into the background. "Just do what I do, don't think about anything else~"

The beat pulled Lloyd in. His hips swayed, and he raised his arms above his head. As he matched her movements, excitement replaced the panic. He closed his eyes. There were no thoughts racing through his head. A barrier he hadn't even know existed broke down. The dress he wore felt natural, the way he swayed his hips was fluid and *fun*!

A body pressed against him from behind. The perfume told him it was Freya. Her hands held his waist as she pressed her hips against his. They swayed together in time with the music. Something hard poked against Lloyd's ass and he grinned. Freya whispered in his ear. "Sorry, I'm just a little *worked up*."