I sensed someone in my room, opened my eyes. My roommate, my best friend, as sitting next to me on the bed staring at me.
"What?" I mumbled, trying to figure out what time it was.
"Well what?" I responded, still dazed.
"How was it?" she demanded. "My god, don't be difficult."
"How was what?" I asked, not sure what she'd seen, what she knew versus what she speculated.
"You're such a jerk," she said, "sex with a man, how was sex with a man?"
"Ainsley..." I looked down, tried to figure out if she knew or if she was speculating. Tried to remember what happened. I saw the swell of my breastforms in the pocket bra, the babydoll I wore over. I felt the familiar tightness in my panties, where my little penis was safely locked in a cage. I also felt sore, down there, not just my penis, but lower. I tried to keep the reaction off my face, but knew it was obvious what I was thinking about.
"You slept with him," she said, half question, half statement.
"We were drinking," I said, which was both an excuse and a cover.
"Ainsley?" I blushed, thinking about him, first sucking him, then him wanting more, pushing, gently, slowly, entering me. He was slow and patient but always pushing us forward. It was while he was on top of me, pushing my legs back, just before he orgasmed that it happened. I was moaning, calling his name, when I started leaking, a little, then more, shaking, having an orgasm like a woman.
"Oh. My. God." She giggled, touched my leg.
"My bestie, finally giving in to what she is."
"I told you the cage would help, didn't I tell you? All these years pretending you like girls...all it took was some focus and here you are, less than month later, admitting you like boys, not girls."