The Roommate Pt. 03 - Miranda

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To be or not to be.
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Part 3 of the 17 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 06/16/2016
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ValoryG
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Author's note: I notice there are several other Literotica stories also using the title "The Roommate," so I decided to differentiate this series by adding "Miranda" to the title. Thanks for your comments; I enjoy reading them.

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Miranda and Josh didn't see much of each other for a week and a half. She took off for a few days to visit relatives (driving her 10-year-old Volvo) while Josh spent some heavy time in a university library researching details for his book.

When they finally met up back in the apartment again, they cooked a meal together -- fortunately their tastes coincided -- and Josh was developing that old girlfriend/earth mother feeling toward her again. Sitting down at his rustic, plain-wood table with red wine, it was time for them to catch up with each other.

Miranda talked at length about the rural area she'd visited, and spent too much time relating how wonderful her aunt and uncle were -- that they were almost like second parents. Once when her own parents were near divorce, she'd lived on the farm for a year, she related.

"Were your parents' problems hard on you?" asked Josh.

"If you mean that's what makes me moody sometimes, no," she replied, with a hard edge to her voice. So he let the subject drop.

They were dispatching the Zinfandel rather quickly and he ate more of their cheese, rice and broccoli dish.

"And you, Joshy, what have you been up to?" He felt her use of the childish name meant she was broaching his passion for panties, and he felt peeved, diminished . . . and excited. But he sidestepped over to relating the progress on his book, a work of historical fiction.

"You have such drive and discipline, Josh."

"I love research. Love to dig up obscure facts and all that. . . . So how do you find it, Miranda, helping Roger with his newsletter? What's it like with him?" he asked, feeling his words slur a little.

"You know, he has me do a little research, but I'm a stranger to deep financial stuff. But Roger, he's pretty rambunctious for his age. He started to touch my arm too much, so I just told him I was a lesbian and didn't like men touching me, and he seemed a bit taken aback and that was that."

"You lesbian or bi?" asked Josh.

"Oh, you would love to know, wouldn't you?" said Miranda. "That's really none of your business, Joshy." A fleeting cloud of anger passed through her face.

Josh was silent. She was the one who had pushed him to expose his own sexuality. She was making the rules. And he was finding he didn't mind at all. He was now more interested than ever in her sexual world.

"And now," she asked, "what's with the lingerie I gave you a while back? Are you wearing anything right now?"

He reddened. She was so perceptive, so right on about him. "You have to have known someone who cross-dressed," he guessed, "because your questions are always so close to home, so close to the target."

"Fine, OK. My college roommate's brother was, well, she called him a sissy, and she told me all about helping him do dress-up when they were adolescents. He was mostly hetero. A couple times we three went out clubbing as women, and he passed very well. It was a sexual turn-on for him, clear and simple; he confided everything to me. He had very good tastes, and looked better than the average woman. There were just those thingees between his legs."

"And you, Joshy. About you . . . Which panties are you wearing, honey?"

"While you were gone, I worked up the courage to buy some things downtown."

"Like?"

"Panties, a bra, a dress, some pantyhose. Some jewelry. I put myself in the frame of mind that I was buying for a wife. I don't know if they bought the story, but I had myself convinced."

"That's wonderful, Joshy. Good. So what kind of woman would you like to dress up as -- I mean, do you want to be prim and proper, or a party slut, or a hippy girl, or a housewife, or what? Well, come on, show me what you have."

They went into his room, probably the first time she'd entered his territory, and he excitedly and guiltily lay out his acquisitions on his neatly made-up bed.

"So, so this is how your squirrely, perverted mind -- just kidding about the perverted part," -- she laughed -- "works."

She added, "Your style is kinda all over the map, but you seem to be tending toward proper hotel manager on the outside and hotel hooker on the inside." She held up the bra against his chest. "Are you sure you want boobs this big? 38C?"

He was sweating. This was foreign territory and he was distinctly uncomfortable.

"B better?"

"Yes. Men think women's boobs are so fantastic, but look at my two girls. Too big. They take a lot of support."

At that moment, he wanted to bury his face in them and smell them.

"What are you wearing? Let's see, Joshy. Oh, wait a minute, now's the time to give you a new name. After this, when it's just us here, or with Stevie, I'm always going to use that name. Josh ... J ... Joy, Jan, Janice ... Jackie, Julie, Jeanne, Jill . . . What appeals to you? I may allow you a tiny bit of input."

"Ah . . . " Josh was again feeling like he was floating up into some gender heaven. "I think I like Julie. It feels right."

"That's close to what I imagined, but not quite. I am instead going to name you ... skip the J's ... Lori. L-O-R-I. Lori. Welcome to the world, Lori."

"Lori, show me what you're wearing. Not a time to be shy, honey."

Underneath his falling trousers was a pair of all-lace stretch black panties with some sexy white edge trim. Underneath, his bulge was noticeable, with some white skin showing through.

"You're wet, aren't you? Lori is wet and her clit would love attention." She laughed again, heartily. "Oh dear, where are we going with this? . . . Roger, you are not. You're not what I'd call a sissy, but you are passive. You will do what I tell you to, won't you? I feel it. And I kind of like that. When you're in a female mode, I can help mold you into Lori. Take your maleness away . . . "

"Do I have anything to say about this?" he asked in a sardonic tone.

"Oh, we can just go back to the way we were at the very beginning of being roommates. Is that what you want, to go back to your boring Josh self, wearing plain clothes and white jockey underwear?"

"No. No."

"You know, why don't you dress and be Lori the whole time you're here in the apartment? Can you afford to buy a new wardrobe?"

Josh felt lightheaded. "This is all going a bit fast for me."

"Make up your mind, Lori. Is it Josh or Lori? You are so lucky to have me as a roommate -- so supportive of your feminine side. You will fly, Lori. I haven't mentioned this before, but you have the body and face to look very womanly, with a few adjustments. Haven't you always wondered what it would be to look at yourself in a mirror and see an attractive, sexy woman?"

(To be continued)

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I can't believe how much i can relate with this guy. This is turning oit to be exactly what i've wanted to experience.

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