The Roommate Ch. 01

Chapter One:

Change comes when you least expect it. When it comes, it comes full force, and then your life is altered before you realize what has happened. About a year ago, I was being evicted from my apartment and was in fear of losing my job. I could no longer afford where I was living and needed to move fast. I did what most people do; I began searching through the news paper and online ads. It seemed that everyone wanted more than I made at my low income job and I had begun to lose hope. After 2 weeks of online ad searching, I found something that sounded promising.

"Room for rent in 2 bed apartment, $400 a month and no deposit. Low rent for exchange of household chores and services. I am a 35 year old business woman and I need someone to look after my place and myself. Female preferred but not specified. Room available ASAP. Call for appointment. "

I figured that a few chores would be worth paying that amount of rent, and I needed to move within a week or I would be homeless. I immediately called and ended up leaving a voicemail message. I didn't hear back for a few days and I began to get scared and desperate. Just as I thought I would be living out of my car, the woman from the ad called me and I scheduled a time to come by and see the place the same day. She requested that I buzz at the front gate and ask permission to enter when I arrive. I figured her for an old fashioned gal.

The map directions from the internet said that it was a few miles away. I decided on a nice button up shirt, slacks and brushed my long hair into a pony tail and headed out the door. After driving in traffic for an hour, I arrived at a nice looking apartment building and parked in the street. I buzzed the apartment number and waited for her response.

"Yes, who is it?"

"It's Daniel, I phoned about renting the apartment. May I please come in?"

"Yes you may, please come up. I'll see you in a second."

The door buzzed, and I went into the courtyard and then to the elevator to her apartment. I knocked on the door, and when she opened it I nearly fainted. She was dressed in tight blue jeans and a tight black low neck baby doll t-shirt that showed off her massive breasts. She had long black hair that was placed in a bun on the back of her head. I began to speak and stuttered a little.

"H-H-Hello Vicki, I-I-I'm Daniel."

She giggled a little. "Well hello Daniel, very nice to meet you, would you like to come in?"

"Y-Y-Yes please." I shook her well manicured hand, and then entered and she shut and locked the door behind me.

"You seemed to be very well mannered Daniel, I like that. I was raised in the south and respect those that know how to treat a lady. If you were to stay here, I would prefer you were respectful and well mannered. Is that a problem?"

Seeing as I didn't have many other housing options, I knew I had to play this the right way. I figured I would try to treat her as she wished and try to quote a western I had seen to maybe make her laugh.

"Yes ma'am that would be fine with me."

"Oh, I like that answer. Makes me feel like I'm back home. Let me show you the rest of the house."

She escorted me around the apartment, pointing out my potential room, living room, dining room, kitchen, bathrooms and laundry area. She said that her room is a private place and she would show it to me once I established her trust. She made a joke that if I was female she wouldn't have a problem showing it to me. We then sat down at her table to discuss the living situation. I would be required to do all the chores of the house including the cleaning, vacuuming, laundry, watering of plants, taking out the trash and whatever random tasks she needed. She went on to say how she was away on business a lot and liked her place to shine with or with out her presence. She would be very strict about it sense it would be part of the rent that the house be cleaned. The more responsibilities I took on, the less rent I would have to pay. The conundrum being that if I took on my chores I could not work as much and would have less money to save up and try to find another place, as I figured it would be a temporary home. As I didn't have much time to find another place, I figured I could stay there a few months until I was back on my feet. She applauded me becoming her new roommate and taking on what she called "women's work" to stay there. I told her I didn't mind and I was glad to have found such a nice place. She asked that I sign a contract that stated our agreement on rent and chores. I signed without reading it to get the ball rolling, and with that she welcomed me to my new home. She shook my hand to seal the deal and I left for home to pack and move.

On the way home, I could not get her image out of my head. When I got to my apartment, there was an eviction notice on my door which didn't faze me in the lease as I would be out in a day or two to live with a beautiful woman that is 10 years my senior. I decided to just pack what I needed like clothes, personal belongings, CDs and DVDs and my laptop computer as the new place is fully furnished and I wanted to leave as soon as I could. I packed up my car with all I could fit and decided to leave the rest. I awoke the next day for work taking anything else I could think of, and left my old apartment and life forever.

Chapter 2:

After a little five hour shift at work, I called Vicki and asked if may come by to move in what little things I had. She agreed and I headed to my new home thinking of how I was lucky to have found such a steal of a place. Driving through traffic after what seemed forever, I arrived at the new apartment and asked if may enter once again. I then carried the few things I owned up the apartment which only took two trips to my car.

Vicki asked that everything go into my new room and be organized in the dresser and the closet, which she helped me do. As we got everything settled into its new place, she would comment on my clothes or belongings stating whether if it was in good taste/condition or not. She then began to make a pile of things she said I no longer needed and should get rid of or replace. I sat and watched as old faded or torn clothes, holy underwear, collector's items she called toys, and shoes I had worn way past there prime were piled on the floor in the middle of the room. She asked me to retrieve some garbage bags from under the sink in the kitchen. When I returned, she had discarded more items. I didn't want to argue with her and then be in fear of being homeless, so I let her continue. What was left were my work clothes, a couple pairs of underwear, a few socks, two pairs of shoes and a few pairs of sweats to clean the house in. Everything that was discarded, she told me to put in the trash bags and throw away. She went on to say I was starting a new life, a new relationship and I should get rid of the old and live in the now.

I took all of my and her trash down stairs and returned to find her still in my room organizing things. She said that I had to share the dresser and closet with her things in that she had a lot of clothes and hoped I wouldn't mind. I was trying to keep an open mind of everything and assured her it was no problem, but in my mind I was trying not to freak out. My underwear was in the top drawer with her extra lingerie. My socks were placed in a drawer with her extra pantyhose, stockings and garter belts. My clothes were hung in the closet amongst her extra dresses, skirts, blouses and shoes. Once everything was put away, we sat down and she went over what needed to be done everyday and the rules of the house. I would be in charge of the household duties and listen to her request and to be well mannered and respectful to her. Anything not done or done right would resort in a penalty which would be more responsibilities. Nothing seemed to be hard to handle I agreed to her wishes thinking she was doing me a favor of letting me stay in such a nice place for such little rent. Vicki ordered some food to be delivered and we sat and talked to get to know each other. She asked me about my life and I asked about hers.

I found that she was a VIP at a big corporation and worked most of the time. She had moved to the big city to pursue her career and came from the south where she was an only child. She didn't say much about dating but did say she was once engaged to an abusive man and deemed to never be the one on the low end of a relationship again. Vicki had a very powerful feel to her yet very feminine and proper. I envied her confidence and composure and felt that I was lower than her being I was less successful than her and was at her mercy. She asked that I run her a scented bath, clean up the food mess and dishes while she prepared for bed, and asked that I do the same after I was finished. I slapped myself as I remembered I had left my hygiene utensils at my old apartment in which she said I could share with her and that it would be a nice change to the musk scented soups and shampoos I was use to. I couldn't help but feel thankful to this woman for her hospitality and thought the least I could do was fulfill her wishes, what ever they may be. After starting her bath, I cleaned the dining room and kitchen and then went to prepare myself for bed.

Vicki took a long bath then came to my room to tell me the bathroom was all mine to use. She was only wearing a terry cloth robe and had her hair wrapped in a towel. She was beautiful still, even after washing all cosmetics from her face and wearing such attire. She told me that I should first cover my body in a depilatory cream to remove all body to enjoy the full pleasure of a warm bath. She said that a nice smooth and clean body is the best thing to feel after a hard day at work. A strange request I thought. I went to the bathroom and locked the door, found the depilatory cream, stripped and covered myself from neck to toes and sat for 15 minutes to let the cream do its job. While I waited, I ran myself the same type of bath I ran for Vicki thinking that I mind as well endure in all the new luxuries. After a while I began to get fidgety as the cream began to burn a little. As soon as the clock in the bathroom hit the 15 minute mark I jumped in the bath and proceeded to rub off all the cream with a wash clothe after which a sat and enjoyed the warm soothing bath water and smells. I washed my hair with Vicki's shampoos and conditioner. I got out of the tub to then turned around and drained the water. I found another terry clothe robe hanging on the door and wrapped my own hair in a towel. On the sink counter, I found some astringent and cotton balls that seemed to be left out for me to use as well. I cleaned my face, washed out the bath tub of soup suds and hair, wiped up wet spots in the bathroom and dubbed it clean.

I entered my room to find some clothes sitting on my bed. I figured Vicki had left them there and forgot to put them back. Lying there was a pair of pink satin bikini cut panties, pink satin pajama bottoms and a pink satin and lace trimmed spaghetti strap top. I gathered the clothes and found Vicki sitting at the dining room table drinking some hot tea already dressed for bed in a long black satin night gown and a long black satin and lace robe.

"Hey Vicki, you forgot your pajamas in my room."

"No silly, those are for you. I noticed that you didn't have anything to wear to sleep when we put your clothes away, so I got some things that you can borrow of mine. Do you like them?"

"Well they are very nice, but they are women's clothes, and I normally sleep in my boxers and a tank top shirt."

"Well I find your normal nightwear to be daft and I would hate for you to expose yourself while walking around here in boxers. Why don't you just wear what I got out for you until you can get some of your own?"

"Well okay, but just until I get some of my own I suppose."

"Did you also use my things I left out for you in the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Well they were also women's things and they didn't kill you did they? In fact come and let me have a look at you."

I went to her for what seemed like an inspection. She rubbed and commented on my smooth hairless skin and that I should stay like that from now on, stating I looked better than being a hairy monkey. She also loved that we smelled the same and commented on how good my skin looked using her face cleaner. She remarked that I should look at getting a manicure, pedicure and having my eyebrows waxed and that many men nowadays were doing the same. She said that she could get me an appointment at the boutique that she went to and we could go on the weekend, which was only two days away.

I went back to my room to change. I found that satin has an amazing feel on hairless skin. I felt that I was robbed of such a wonderful feeling my entire life. I couldn't believe that something as small as another gender's clothing could feel so good. I then felt ashamed and disgusted to be wearing such clothing. I was a man and shouldn't wear such things, but it was only until I got something better and it would be in the privacy of my new home. I exited my room slowly, as I felt shy to be wearing a woman's clothes in a woman's house. I found Vicki still at the table. She thought I looked wonderful and asked my how I felt. I told her the truth that it felt great but I felt like an imposter. She said that it didn't matter what I wore and I was still a man, and that clothing doesn't make the gender, what's downstairs does. She went on to say that everyone wears the same clothing, it's just cut and dyed differently and some genders favor some fabrics more than others. Her words and her kind tone soothed me and made me feel more comfortable in my new clothes and home. We sat and drank tea until she went to bed in which I did the dishes and went to bed my self. The bed was covered in pink and white satin sheets, pillows and comforter. The feel of the bed along with my satin pajamas and smooth shaven skin, sent me into a deep relaxing sleep where I dreamed of the events of the day and my new home and roommate.

Chapter 3:

The next morning, I awoke and the entire previous day seemed like only a dream. Once I caught a glimpse of my attire and surrounding, I knew it all to be true. I went into the kitchen to find Vicki in a dressing gown about to make coffee.

"Good morning Danny boy, nice PJs. Did you sleep well?"

Trying to stay in her good graces, I responded, "Yes ma'am, I slept great."

"Good to hear. Listen, why don't you make this coffee and set a place for me and you at the table. For breakfast, make us a couple bagels with cream cheese while I ready for work?"

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, "Yes ma'am, coming right up."

"You keep up with that 'yes ma'am' and might keep you around for awhile. Also, don't forget to wear an apron; I don't want my clothes ruined. Be right back."

I put on the apron I found which was a white satin with lace trim and long ribbon which I had to tie in a bow, then I sat out to make the coffee and bagels. Once breakfast was ready, Vicki came back wearing a navy blue dress suit with a knee high skirt, pink satin camisole under hear jacket which hugged her breast, nude colored stockings and blue three inch heals. She had her hair in a bun again and wore long silver earrings, a pearl necklace, a gold women's watch and a silver bracelet. Her make-up was very conservative but accentuated the beauty of her face. I felt in a trance to this woman. She picked up her coffee cup with her long slender hands with long red painted nails.

We chatted as we ate breakfast. I told her I was to go to work later. She said that sense I enjoyed them so much, to wear her panties that wear in the dresser in my room to work and from now on, until I got some new underwear. She went on to say that while I was in the bath the night before, she cleaned out more of my clothes which consisted of my boxers, socks, and under shirts. I already knew she didn't want me to wear boxers in fear I might expose myself, but couldn't figure why she disposed of my other under clothing. She said that they were daft and that I needed new ones and that I could borrow hers until I got some of my own. She must have thought that I could afford new clothes at the time, but truth be known I was broke after I paid her the first month's rent. I would have to wait to buy new underwear and clothes. I sat and stared at her after her request and what she had done the night before. As I began to protest, she started running her long nails along the inside of my satin covered thighs, while she commented on how great it felt if that it would be our little secret. She added that no one should be without the comfort of nice underwear and that I looked amazing in her lingerie. How could I say no?

She left me to go to work and I sat out to ready my self for work. I went through the drawers of the dresser in my room to find some blue satin panties, a matching camisole top and some navy blue knee high stockings that I could pass off as socks. The panties had a thin layer of lace trim around the edges that I hope no one would notice under my clothes. I dressed in my normal work clothes, cleaned up the breakfast mess, did the dishes and went to work. All day at work, I was aware of my new underwear and thought everyone knew I was wearing them. I was glad to only be working another short shift. When I went to the restroom, I was carful to not let anyone know of my panties. I also felt a small connection to all the women at my work being that we might be wearing the same underwear. After work, I raced home to find that Vicki must have come home at some point and left me a note.

"Hi Danny, Please change into your sweats and put on the apron and put your hair into a bandana and do your chores. I made an appointment at the boutique for us for tomorrow. Please wash yours and my laundry in my hamper. Please be careful with my undies and wash in the delicate cycle. Dust the apartment, wash all the windows, water the plants, vacuum and cook the dinner I have prepared in the refrigerator at 5 p.m., then put away the washed clothes and divide all the panties, bras, stockings, pantyhose, garters and camisoles into our dressers. I will be home at 6 p.m. and I expect all to be finished. Please wash up and change into the clothes I sat out for you for dinner, put your hair into a ponytail and sit two places for dinner. xoxo, Vicki"

I immediately changed and saw the clothes that she laid out for me to wear for dinner on my bed. Laying there was a pair of black women's slacks, a white satin low neck blouse, white satin and lace panties and matching camisole plus a pair of nude pantyhose and a pair of black ballerina's shoes. I thought the outfit to be extremely feminine, and thought it to be an odd request. I figured she wanted me to be dressed nicely for dinner and the only nice clothes I had were my work clothes. I changed clothes, put my hair in a red bandana, put on my apron and sat out to complete my chores. I went into her room to find her clothes hamper. Her room was very feminine and smelled of her. Everything had its own place and was very clean. This was a very tidy woman. I found her hamper in her closet along with a huge collection of dresses, skirts, blouses, jackets, high heals slacks, coats and some boxes. I grabbed the hamper and collected my dirty clothes from my room which was only the things I had worn the past two days. I put all the regular clothes in the washer only leaving the underwear, put in the flowery scented detergent, started the load and went on about my chores.

I went through the duties on the list until the time came to change clothes and start dinner. I put away all the laundry and distributed all the underwear between our two dressers as requested. I changed into my clothes that had been laid out for me, made sure my bed was made. As I was putting the plates out for dinner, Vicki came in. She commented on how beautiful I looked and once again asked me how I felt. I told her I felt good but I would have to get use to my new underwear and the tight fit of women's clothes. She said I would learn in due time to appreciate and become accustomed to women's clothing. I didn't quite understand what she meant and hoped that the clothing change would only last until I could afford some new clothes of my own. She commented on how great the place looked and suggested that I should light an incent in the apartment when I was finished to make the place smell good.