Girlfriend's Panties Ignite Roommate's Sissy Lust

Alex had always been careful. In the cramped two-bedroom apartment he shared with Jamie, a stunning trans woman from his college psych class, secrecy was his survival skill. At 20, with a lean build, smooth skin from his obsessive shaving routine, and a hidden stash of women's clothes buried in the back of his closet, Alex harbored a filthy little secret: he was a crossdressing sissy at heart. Jamie, 22, with her long raven hair, piercing green eyes, full C-cup breasts from hormones, and a confident strut that turned heads, had no idea. Or so he thought.

They'd been roommates for six months, splitting rent to afford the off-campus spot near campus. Jamie was out most nights—partying, hooking up, owning every room she entered with her dominant vibe. Alex admired her from afar, jerking off to fantasies of kneeling at her feet. But he never crossed the line. Until laundry day.

The washer-dryer combo in their tiny utility closet hummed as Alex pulled out a mixed load. His boxers, her thongs, socks tangled together. He sorted mechanically until his fingers brushed something silky: a pair of Jamie's lacy black panties. High-cut, sheer mesh panels, a delicate bow at the front. The scent hit him—her musky perfume mixed with faint pussy juice and sweat. His cock twitched instantly.

"Fuck," he whispered, heart pounding. He glanced at her closed bedroom door, then stuffed the panties into his pocket. In his room, door locked, he stripped naked. His body was primed for this: slim hips, a pert ass from squats, five-inch dick already leaking pre-cum. He stepped into the panties, the lace hugging his smooth balls and shaft, the fabric riding up his crack like a promise. Mirror check: he looked slutty, feminine, his erection tenting the front obscenely.