Adventures in the Dorm

I met Lyubasha at a disco. I was a first-year student at the institute, majoring in computer science and programming, and she was at a medical college. We were both from out of town and lived in student dormitories. It was an interesting time—a strange city, no parental supervision, limited money that needed to be saved, though at some point it seemed like there was plenty. In short, we became a couple. I never asked my friends about my appearance, and I think most people don't either. The best advisor in this matter is a mirror... And it told me I was handsome, slender. Well, judge for yourself: my face is simply angelic, average height,

a great body without excessive bodybuilding muscles, slightly naturally tanned.

We walked for long winter evenings along the boring streets, sometimes stopping at a bar for a cup of coffee—we couldn't afford more. We felt good in this foreign city because of love and mutual affection, but terribly bad due to unsatisfied desires and simply the basic cold of December. All our acquaintances were also dorm residents, and we had no relatives or friends in this city. I lived with three other guys in a room for four, and Tatyana lived in her dorm with strict entry rules. Outsiders were allowed, but only women. They might even allow an overnight stay, but again, not guys—you understand.

New Year's Eve was approaching. Most out-of-towners were leaving for home. I, due to overspending, couldn't afford that, and I wrote to my parents that I was slightly ill and wouldn't come. Tatyana also wasn't planning to go anywhere. We started thinking about where to celebrate New Year's. During the holidays, she would be alone in her room, but how to get to her? There was only one way: I needed to transform into a girl for a few days and thus get into Tatyana's room.

We approached this idea quite seriously, but overall it could be seen as searching for a carnival costume for New Year's. The most serious problem was that for a woman's outfit, I was rather large—not extremely so, but Tatyana's clothes didn't fit me, and there were no others. Of course, we had made new acquaintances by then, and we could have invited ourselves to someone's place that day, but we wanted privacy and to test our mutual bond.

Preparations for New Year's now took up all our time. It was a secret and a mystery at once. The very thought of living as a girl for a few days excited me greatly and, to some extent, rubbed off on Tatyana. For several days, we went with her to markets and second-hand stores looking for things "for the masquerade." The thing is, this dorm had very strict control, both at the entrance and on the floors, and going to the shared kitchen and toilet—which had broken doors—required being in women's clothing. The most difficult task was buying a wig and a coat; boots were easier—we bought them directly from a woman, and they weren't fashionable but didn't stand out. We bought food and champagne in advance, a day before the 31st.

We thought for a long time about where I could change so no one would recognize me, but we couldn't come up with anything. In the end, we took an electric train and went out of town with a large bag and rented skis. There was a light frost of about -5°C outside, and after getting off the train, we headed into the forest. We didn't ski for long and soon left the beaten track for the dense woods. After a while, we found a small clearing, slightly overgrown with young spruce trees, and nearby a fallen old pine. I had a small axe and a handsaw. Without any trouble, we gathered dry lower branches from the spruces, topped them with branches from the old pine, lit a fire, and had a sort of winter picnic. The main event began after drinking a bottle of champagne and with the fire blazing. I started undressing down to my underwear. Despite two months of dating, I had never had to undress in front of Tatyana—there simply hadn't been the conditions. Standing in just my underwear in the winter forest in front of my girlfriend, I got so aroused that I took them off too. I undressed the girl, already aching with desire, occasionally adding wood to the fire.

There was no wind in the forest, and the warmth from the fire nicely toasted our sides, leaving other parts to the mercy of the light frost. For both of us, it was our first time together and romantic, like in a fairy tale. Of course, it was a bit cold, but for young flesh, it was quite in the spirit of further adventures. We started freezing quickly, so we dressed quickly—fortunately, I just copied Tatyana. Women's panties, warm tights, a dress, and a long coat, with a women's wig on my head. The girl didn't have to transform much; she was dressed for skiing, while I was no skier—even ski pants were out of place for me. While dressing, from the cold and satisfied desire, I didn't even realize what I was wearing now! They lightly made me up, adjusted the wig, suggested I pull up the light gray woolen tights, we gathered our things, and headed back. Tanya went on skis, while I "trudged" behind, trying not to sink too deep into the December snow.

We reached the platform half an hour early, and only then did I realize: there's no guy here! We were two "defenseless girls." Not far away stood a group of guys, clearly bored waiting for the train. One of them approached and started hitting on us, clearly hinting at the mismatch of our "ski" outfits. I, of course, "remained silent"—everything fell on Tatyana. The guy was attractive and clearly had a crush on my friend, and she wasn't too eager to brush him off. They chatted until the train arrived, while I "inconspicuously" freaked out; at least no one hit on me—I didn't match the others in height, or we'd be walking in pairs! The train arrived, and the guy, clearly pleased, left—probably having arranged a date.

The coat was long, and my tights weren't visible, which greatly calmed and protected me, though I felt the short dress and my tight-clad legs, which would be on display sooner or later anyway. We sat in the train car facing each other, and Tatyana, looking at me, occasionally snorted into her fist, which drove me mad, mixed with helplessness—now I was completely in her power and couldn't stand up or run away, like a trapped animal in a cage. We approached the dorm at dusk and without skis. Tatyana went to change to later meet "a friend from another city" who had come to visit for New Year's. We wandered the streets a bit more and then went into the warmth. The exam began, in which Tatyana risked the most. We had the passport of one of her acquaintances, who somewhat resembled me. On duty at the entrance was Zinaida Ivanovna, an older and not malicious woman, but very protective of her position, as in life she couldn't do anything except gossip about everyone and everything.

With a modest look, "I entered" the long lobby and came under the scrutinizing gaze of a professional with lifelong experience. From fear of failure, I was ready to wet myself—I had never felt such cowardice. I was literally (morally) stripped naked, but for some reason, they didn't discover my masculinity—probably at that moment, it simply dematerialized, and I didn't even have anything to wet myself with, and I passed!

Despite many having left, there were still many girls in the dorm who hadn't gone anywhere, and life was bustling. We went to our room, I took off my coat, and found myself alone with my short dress and woolen tights. Quite uncomfortable, but warm and cozy, and alone in a huge world of possibilities available only to me. Though the unusualness was oppressive, and I planned to change a bit to not look provocative, but suddenly there was a knock at the door, and a neighbor came in and invited us to the shared kitchen for tea.

 — We'll come right now.

I wanted to take off the tights and finally look like a guy, but guys keep their word, and my word was secrecy, so I had to go like that—in light gray tights emphasizing slender long legs, in backless fur slippers, with neat heels. While walking under everyone's gaze, I almost came from the sensation of my own outfit. Since there were no guys in the building, everyone was dressed very casually, even more so. I spoke in a slight whisper to not give away my natural voice, telling my story and hiding behind the table leg my growing excitement from the "friendly" company and frank conversations about female virtues. The tea party ended, but I couldn't get up for a long time due to the table leg, waiting for my "virtues" to calm down.

I got into the role quickly, and the next day, I was freely and casually shuffling around in my robe, getting to know new girlfriends. On the last day, we were invited to a shared New Year's gathering on our floor's kitchen, where they had set up a Christmas tree. The tree was tall, reaching the ceiling, and they decorated it using a stepladder. I started handing ornaments from below to Inna, a rather tall girl in a half-wool robe. Soon I realized she had nothing else under it and almost lost my mind, but Tatyana came in her "bikini" and dragged me into the room, where I immediately atoned for my "sin." Doors in the dorm usually aren't locked if the occupants haven't left, so everything had to be resolved quickly, without taking off robes and stockings. I got so aroused that Tatyana tried not to let me out of the room without properly satisfying me. Naive soul—as soon as I stepped over the threshold, another "robe" drove me crazy, turning me from a romantic youth into a dog in heat, though only in my mind for now.