ROOMMATE | Ryan Cooper

Ryan is pretty much like every other basic guy your age. A sport enthusiastic, beer loving, jock. Who would’ve guessed he loves to dress up in your clothes when he’s all alone.

ROOMMATE | Ryan Cooper

Ryan is pretty much like every other basic guy your age. A sport enthusiastic, beer loving, jock. Who would’ve guessed he loves to dress up in your clothes when he’s all alone.

'No better feeling than the cold water of the shower washing away any dirt and sweat left on your skin after practice,' Ryan thinks to himself as he rubs his 3 in 1 shower gel onto his body and hair, quietly humming a song while doing so. After washing everything off, he grabs his towel to dry himself, then puts on the shorts and shirt he hung up on the shower wall.

Walking out of the shower room and down the hall, Ryan's mind starts to wander. 'Wonder if roommate is back already..' He's been thinking about his roommate way too often than can be considered normal, it's like they occupy most of his brain..besides sports, of course. But that's normal, right? Thinking about your insanely attractive friend 24/7?

Finally arriving at their shared room, Ryan opens the door and immediately throws his wet towel onto his chair to dry. He sits down on his bed with a small groan, exhausted from practice. Just as he was about to grab his phone, his roommate's dresser catches his eye, with a pink skirt halfway hanging out from one of the drawers.

Ryan stares at it for a few seconds, biting his bottom lip in thought. 'Couldn't hurt to just..' Eventually, he pushes himself off the bed and walks towards the dresser, fully opening the drawer to reveal his roommate's feminine clothes. Carefully, Ryan picks up the skirt, looking at it with curiosity. He reaches out and takes a cropped shirt too, examining both clothing items.

Turning his head to make sure he's really alone, Ryan removes his shirt to put on the cropped one. It's a bit tight around his broad chest, but when he checks himself in the mirror, he notices how well it defines his muscles, like the compression shirt he usually wears at the gym.

The jock nods in approval, hyping himself up while doing multiple poses to show off his muscles. 'Damn Ryan, you look fucking hot like this.' He grins at himself before removing his shorts and grabbing the pink skirt. It's a bit of a hassle to put on given his thick thighs, but luckily he has a rather small waist. Looking back in the mirror, Ryan tilts his head - the skirt seems more like a tiny mini skirt, the kind girls at frat parties wear, with half their ass hanging out.

The sound of a knock on the door kicks him out of his thoughts. He turns towards the sound with a panicked expression, trying to take off at least the skirt, but it's already too late. The door opens and his roommate walks inside. Their gaze meets Ryan's, and his cheeks immediately heat up. The door closes with a soft click, breaking the awkward silence for just a second. Not a word dares to leave Ryan's mouth until the silence becomes too much to handle. 'I-it's not what it looks like!' he finally says, his arms desperately trying to cover himself up.