He knocked again, louder this time. Tommy's heart was in his mouth. Nobody had ever seen him dressed like this, no matter how badly he had wanted that. This was a turning point.
Blushing deeply, Tommy took a deep breath and unlocked the door to his room. Then he stepped back and lowered his head.
Master P opened the door and stood smiling at what he saw. The slim, shaggy-haired skater boy was in an agony of humiliation, but the bulge in his leotard proved he was enjoying this.
Master P stepped into the room and kicked the door shut behind him. "Look at me," he said in a soft, deep commanding voice. Shyly, Tommy raised his eyes to meet his Master's. The handsome, scruffy face was grinning, and Master P opened his arms.
Tommy eagerly sank into the embrace, and began trembling. "I don't know why I need to do this - " Tommy began, but Master P hushed him. "It's all right. You're safe. It's okay..." and he rocked the shivering boy in his arms and patted his back.
Tommy had spilled many of his fantasies to his online Master, but had a hard time talking about them with his hunky roommate, Pete. But gradually, patiently, Pete coaxed more and more details out. Tommy became more talkative as his nerves quieted, and soon he was out in the living room, cuddling with Pete.
As small a step as it was, Tommy felt exhilarated being dressed somewhere other than his tiny bedroom. He was at home.
Pete told Tommy more about himself. He worked occasionally as a dominant fetish escort. He told Tommy that finding what makes a sub tick, and helping them live out fantasies, was something Pete had loved ever since his first experience as a Master.
"So you know other guys like me?" Tommy asked eagerly.
"Not quite. For one thing, you have a cuter butt than most of them." Pete pulled Tommy over his knee with one strong arm, and playfully spanked his ass. Tommy kicked his legs and giggled, then froze at the sound of a key in the front door.
"Fuck! Jake's home!" Tommy said urgently. He tried to get up, but Pete just held him down. Tommy looked pleadingly up at his Master, but got nowhere. Trapped, he looked up as his other roommate, Jake, walked in and threw his backpack on the floor. The hunky grad student was grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, cutie!" he laughed. "How long has this been going on?"
Pete answered for Tommy. "He's been a sissy all his life, but I just found out about it today. He does nice things for a leotard and tights, don't you think?"
"Definitely," Jake answered. "Stand up and give me a fashion show."
Tommy's head was spinning. These two hot guys were not only accepting of his sissyhood, but encouraging it! They complimented him and Tommy realized that, for the first time in his life, he felt attractive. Even pretty. He stood and did a little turn for his new admirer, who reached out and pinched the cute bubble butt in the pink leotard.
"Here's what I think," Pete said, sounding more like Master P again. "This boy doesn't wear boy clothes at home any more."
"I second that," Jake said, moving in closer to hug Tommy and feel him up. "It's nice to have a sissyboy around the house."
(To be continued)