Turning my Roommate into a Sissy Slut

Another long day in school. I sat down on the small couch in my dorm room, exhausted.

The work is pretty tough, although I like it here better than my last school.

My name is Aaron Walker. I’m a junior in university now, but it’s my first year here. For my freshman and sophomore years, I attended a local community college near my town just to get in some of the simple course requirements for my major. I found that it was a lot cheaper than if I took those classes here.

But the easy stuff is over, and I’m a ‘real’ college student, now. But what doesn’t help is the fact that I was forced to live in a dorm room. It’s a rule here that first year students have to live on campus, so even though I’m a junior, I’m still technically a first-year. Which meant rooming with a freshman. Which I eventually found out meant that I would be spending most of my time with a snobby, rich kid, with only a 3-inch wall between our rooms. It’s not exactly the ideal situation.

Well, not yet, anyways.

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“Hey, Aaron!” Tim yelled before he was even through the door.

I sighed and grunted in response. This obnoxious asshole was the guy that I’d been living with since the start of the school year. It’s only been a month, but it sure felt like a lot longer. This guy’s habits were just terrible. He would spend days in the dorm, playing video games and eating my food. Then if he ever left the dorm, he would be gone the entire day and come back after midnight. I don’t even know where he goes after taking his classes. However, I could tell that he grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He never throws out the trash, washes the dishes, or does any sort of housework. For a the first month or so, I wondered who took care of his stuff, because I only clean my own stuff, and I’m sure as hell he didn’t clean his. I eventually found out that he paid for a cleaning service that came in every other day or so to clean his room and our shared living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The cleaning service only came during my school hours, which also explained why I occasionally saw some of my stuff missing.

I did try to confront him about it. I tried to tell him to stop getting the service to come, since they were taking my stuff, but he just scoffed at me. He thought I was joking. He then just asked, “So who’s going to clean up?” This kid was a real piece of work. Needless to say, I always made sure to keep my stuff in my room, as it was the only place the service didn’t clean.

Right now, I’m working on a report for my biology class, one of the mandatory classes for anyone attending this school. Well, I was working on it.

Tim dropped his designer sweatshirt on the laptop I had in front of me. The kid flopped himself down on the couch next to me.

I only call him a kid because it seems like he never even hit puberty. Either that, or he’s just very feminine. Tim is shorter than most people in the school, including the girls. He also has a pretty high pitched voice.

But one defining male feature that he has is that fact that he relentlessly hits on girls. He just tries and tries, but he never seems to get anywhere. And I only know this because he pretty much follows me around to any social event I go to. Now I’m not saying that this is primarily a male thing, it’s just that I haven’t been around enough women to see this kind of behavior.

I just ignored Tim and threw his sweatshirt back at him. I had to continue my work.

“What are you doing?” he asked, oblivious to the fact that I didn’t want him here.

“Homework. And I don’t want to be distracted right now.”

He looked closer at my screen. “Oh, that?” the kid scoffed, “I finished that like two weeks ago.”

I sighed. Probably the only thing going for this kid besides his rich family was his smarts. And as I said, the work I’m doing is for a mandatory class, so guess who else was also taking the class? Of course, the asshole sitting right next to me.

“Then can you do this for me?” I asked him, hoping that would discourage him.

Instead, he just looked at me and smirked. “Yeah, I can do it for you,” he started, “but what’ll I get out of it?”

I wanted to punch this guy so bad. Then, I looked down at him and thought of something. It was crazy, but I might get a laugh out of it. “I can get you laid.”

The smile disappeared. I had his attention now. He was trying not to show it, but I could tell that he was interested.

“So what, I get laid all the time, I don’t need your help with that,” Tim seemed like he was getting serious now. He got up from the couch and started walking away.

“Sure, kid, I bet you’re super successful with the ladies,” I called out after him.