ROLEPLAY HQ - writers-retreat

@Teddy6

Finally I had reached the cabin, it was a long 2 mile walk from where the Uber dropped me off, it was completely isolated in the woods. The cold, thick rain continued to pour as it had done all morning. I was completely soaked from head to toe. By clothes almost completely see-through. However I was relieved that I could get some warmth and rest in the comfort of the cabin. I continued to trudge down the path, it was eerily quiet but peaceful. I could hear the birds beyond the trees and rivers running fast. For a writing retreat, it certainly wasn’t a half bad location. I looked up and saw the cabin. It was cosy, you could tell. It’s wood exterior shone and it looked like it only had a couple of rooms. It had a chimney that was extruding thick smoke. It looked like the perfect haven for me in this moment. Even if I did have to share with my old roommate from college. I hadn’t seen him for years but we recently rekindled over social media. I finally finished my approach and looked at the wooden door. Shivering, I knocked on it twice firmly, awaiting a response…

*She was coming to the door. Well, still masculine in frame and presentation, that would all change, soon. I knew how feminine my old college roommate was. So many drunk nights. Drunk nights, when she would admit things, admit things one probably shouldn't. Admitted things about their body, about the way she thought of herself. Still going by he, still living the lie. I knew I could change her. Help her. Set her free. *

And, of course, I was in love. I don't think she ever thought of me that way. Just, a friend. So typical, so cliché. Always, the friend. Even when she was still trying women. Even when she was struggling with that horrible, masculine body. Even when so much of who she was, what "he" looked like, was something we would change, if we could. Now, now I had my chance. She was coming. To me. All because I asked. All because I sent an instagram post, liked a few pictures, and sent a message. She was coming. She would be here. My plan was all coming together. It was perfect. She would be mine. I was practically dancing, watching her come to the door. I could look past her frame, slim, slender, but undeniably male. I could look past it, for now. She would be mine. I could change her. It was all coming together. I raced to the window, as I heard her knock. It was finally happening. She was here.

10:45

Opening the door, I saw this pale, shivering form, clothes stuck to her, the rain lashing her, her eyes desperate to come in. "Robert," I said, and the sound barely came out a squeak. She was here. Even saying that hated, manly name, I could not contain my love. She was here. Her clothes stuck to her, and even in this form, my chest leaped, as if to attack. What beauty. What beauty, even when she looked like this. I hesitated. I could not contain myself, my joy. I barely even tried.

“Hi David, how are you buddy?” I say offering my hand out him, I took a look around the cabin, it was beautiful. It was so warm and cosy inside. The fire was blazing in the corner and the interior was beautifully decorated. There was a desk in the corner littered with paper and stationery. I could already pick out a spot where I wanted to write. I nice little corner facing a window. That looked out into the vast forest I took a look at David next. He hadn’t changed a big since college. His physique and face still the same. Whilst he had gotten a bit more grey, his frankly incredible body was still as chiselled as it once was clearly. David practically lived in the gym anyway. He had an excited yet quite concealed look in his eye. But yet David was always like that from I can remember

I wanted to kiss her, right there. It hurt not to. Things, stirred. I was trying not to be mortified. I was. Every part of me, in that moment, hated the way I reacted to her. The power she had over me. A leash stretched from her to me, in that moment. I knew, I knew I was hers. Body and soul. I hated it. With every ounce of me, I hated it. To know, deep down, where it counted, what she could do to me with a whisper, with a wink, and knowing that for years. Years and years. Since we met. I almost vomited. There, on her feet. To be here, seeing her, after all the pain. The loss. I contained myself. Pulled myself together. If she saw but a flash, but a spasm, on my face, it would have killed me. I knew how to control it. How to keep it in.

"Robert, come in, old chum." I laughed, and she laughed with me. Robert. It killed me to say it. Robert. Rob. Bobbie. My old friend Bob from college. It could never do her justice. This lithe, elegant, supple creature before me. This fiend. This symbol of sex. Bob. Nature's cruel joke, one, I could fix. But the thought made me weak. I stayed on my feet, met her eye, and we both laughed soundly at my joke. She was here, finally. I could not believe it.

“I’d love to sit and catch up Dave but I really need a shower and a change of clothes, let me just get sorted out and we can get catches up with each other.” I told Dave as I lugged my suitcase into the cabin. I brushed past him and carried my suitcase all the way down the narrow hallway into my room. It was only small. It had a window next to my bed, a desk tucked away in the corner and a small wardrobe. The only light source apart from the window was a small lamp on a bedside table. I didn’t have much time to get aquatinted however as I was freezing to my core, so I threw my suitcase on the bed and went into the shared bathroom in the cabin. I got unchanged and started to run the shower, it was loud and powerful, but it took a while to heat up. I finally got in and it felt like bliss, the warmth filling me to my core. My freezing body instantly had relief

I shook my head at her abrupt departure. Hadn't changed a bit, not even an iota. I wanted to hang her jacket, but she had rushed out without even giving me one. Not that she had one. Her clothes clung to her in every way. Attractive, gorgeous, and perfect, even in her current form I wanted to pin her to the wall and mount her. Right there. Astounding. She had barely come in. "Okay," I said to her departing back, and I watched her walk away. Perfect, in every way. I let her go. Watching her move, though, I knew I couldn't wait even a night to start my plans. Not even one. I had thought about putting her off. Making her wait. For her bliss. For her happiness. I couldn't. Not even one night. It had to start now. I went up to my room, a small little loft bedroom, barely room for a bed, queen, of course, and a desk, and a nice view overlooking the large windowed living room, fireplace crackling on a rainy, foggy day.

13:14

Only pausing for a second to take in the view, something I would normally enjoy for longer, I reached into the special drawer of clothes I had ready for Becca, my Becca, and finished out a small, almost daring, pair of boy shorts. Blue, light, and almost see through, more supple than anything, I had spent hours choosing them. Delicate, and feminine, they would suit her perfectly. They were also just masculine enough for me to get away with. A few shirts followed, crop tops, mostly, nothing terribly slutty, but still, it would prove a point. Send a message. I also added a few pairs of jean shorts, something a hot, attractive 20s something would wear, and some socks. Because, I wasn't an animal, and I wanted her to see the wardrobe as complete. If she asked, I would simply say they were European. I quickly took the clothes down the loft ladder and made my way down the hallway to her room. Opening it, still hearing the sounds of the shower, I made my way to her luggage, thrown hastily on her bed. Opening it, relief flooding me that she had not taken them into the shower with her, I opened the bag carefully, always listening for the shower, and quickly searched. Her underwear was there, more masculine than what I had picked but still, cute. Images haunted me of her prancing about our dorm in such things, gorgeous and tiny, and I almost growled. I took her underwear out, what I had picked out clutched in my hand. She would see it my way soon enough. I placed everything else in her closet. She could wear the rest when it fit her. The panties she might wear tonight. She might not, that was her choice. But, I wanted to get things started. I could not wait. Not even a little. I quietly closed the door behind me. She would be out soon enough. I could wait, a little.

I finished up in the shower after about 15 minutes. I emerged from the steamy bathroom with a towel around my waist. I quickly went into my room and shut the door behind me I got out all my clothes and began to start to get changed, i realised that every single pair of my underwear wasn’t there “What the fuck!” I said under my breath “I swear I packed them first?” I tore apart my case looking, but no luck “I must of imagined it, ill just ask Dave” I thought I quickly but the towel back around my waist tightly and walked into the living room, where he was sitting “Hey Dave, im an idiot, I completely forgot to pack underwear, can you grab me a couple spare pairs bro?” I asked with a laugh

It was hard not to laugh in her face. So hard. "Of course, Rob. I think there should be some in your room, actually. I had a friend stay here for a few weeks. She left some stuff. Kind of a ditz, most of the stuff you probably wouldn't like, but I think she had a few things more masculine. Her underwear, shockingly enough." I threw up my hands defensively, already laughing at the intrigued look on her face. "Hey, hey, just a friend. She's European. Liked to walk around in barely nothing. Kinda like you in college." I threw up my hands even higher, laughing even louder at the outrage on her face. "Just look in your closet," I said, laughing as I walked away. "You should be fine."

I stomped into my room, embarrassed, I knew I had a crazy time in college but didn’t know he saw me like I was. I looked into the closet. It had various items of clothing littered around, some Jean shorts, crop tops and what looked like a skirt. I looked down and saw a pair of blue panties. They’re were not bikini or thong cut or anything, but they were still Lacy and almost see through I walked back through to the living room and shoved the pair of panties into the air “is this really all you have?” I asked with a sense of anger in my voice “Because it’s too cold to go commando”

I laughed in her face. Was that a smirk in there, or was she kind of enjoying this? "Hey, I told you, she was European. We can get you more in town, only a few hour trip, but until then, you'll be fine. I blew her a kiss. "Just try not to enjoy it too much.

“Fuck your man” I said with a chuckle, I went back to my room to get changed. I started with the panties. I mean it wasn’t the first time I’d worn panties, but not sober. I hesitated but realised I had no choice. I stepped into them, there silkiness already apparent on my legs. I hoisted them up and tried to pull them over my ass, it was a tight squeeze as the panties were tight and small. It felt soft on my crotch and I honestly enjoyed the comfort of them. It hugged my crotch like a wrapper, but it felt… good. I couldn’t help but look at my ass in the mirror and smile. Anyway, I snapped out of it and finished changing, I walked through awkwardly back into the living the room. The shorts riding my ass underneath my tracksuit pants

She looked good. Better than I remembered. The pants were a nice touch. I couldn't see yet, but even with this boyish frame, and how I hated it, she still looked good. Feminine. She was, at least. Now, time to make it obvious. "See? Can't even notice. You look like every other boy. Now, are we going to stand around all day, or are we going to drink?" I tried not to smirk. "Dinner is almost ready. The fire is roaring. I think it's time we caught up.* I held out the wine to her. Glasses, just like in college. For when we were trying to be superior, and failing, but man, it felt so good when she would sway into me, whispering things about how I was the only one around here she really trusted.

(@Teddy6 can this channel be archived? :D)