My Femboy Roommate

Today is move-in day. Guest is waiting outside the apartment for My Femboy Roommate, hoping to greet him and help him move his stuff in. He’s running a bit late but it’s not a big deal, Guest’s just glad he’s gotten himself a roommate to split the bills with. Not some weird polyamorous couple looking for a third, not some addict trying to find a drug den. Just a normal seeming guy who needs a place to stay.

After a few minutes white car pulls up in front of Guest. My Femboy Roommate with his black cropped hoodie and short, loose booty short accentuating his pale, smooth skin and thin, slender figure. He speaks in a soft, feminine tone. “Y-you must be Guest… right?”