Meet My Roommate Pt. 05

Chapter 5: Meet the Sex

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I'm sorry this took so long. Life's been busy, but I also wanted to try my best with this. Since this is supposed to be the ending of Meet My Roommate. I grew to love this series and to feel a personal connection with it as it has grown, I wanted to go way more in depth. However I still wanted to make it digestible for people. Originally I only planned for a five part series, but if people want i can extend it or create a sequel story for these characters. But i would need people who really like the series to tell me what you would want please. Reminder, i am dyslexic. So if anything is misspelled or sounds weird i'm sorry.

I almost screamed as Mateo's thick cock worked its way inside of me. It hurt, I felt like I was torn in half. Mateo stayed still for a second. I managed to not scream at the top of my lungs, get your fucking dick out of me. I'm sure my parents would have been ecstatic to hear that. Ultimately I tried to take deep breaths, sure it hurt. I knew this would happen eventually though, and honestly I wanted it. Sure, it was scary. A big nine to ten inch cock being inside of you would be. I also knew Mateo wanted to take my virginity. Which please by all means take it.

Mateo started to move slowly causing me to gasp. I looked up at him, his amber eyes gleamed at me. They looked like two supernovas, warm and radiant with energy. You could also see his purest emotions, whoever said that the eyes are the windows to the soul was right. I could only see happiness, lust and love in Mateo's gaze.

I pulled him closer, I wanted to be snuggled in his chest. Somehow Mateo was able to meet my demands. He slowly pushed into me, I lightly dug my nails into his back. I could hear his heart beating, it was a little fast, but steady. He rocked his hips slowly going a little deeper each time. Soon the pain faded and all I could feel was a full sensation. I tried my best to relax my muscles, but I knew that I was still clamping down around him. Finally in one swift deep motion, Mateo rocked his hips and bottomed out inside of me. I moaned into his chest, I felt embarrassed. This is fully real; he has in a sense taken my masculinity, not that I wanted it anyways. Or at least that's what it felt like to me, which I kind of loved it.

Mateo fully withdrew his cock, which I could feel my breath hitch. When he lined it back up, he had a little bit more lube on it. I took a moment to reflect on how I got here, laying on my back taking my roommate's cock. I was wearing a bra, panties, and a beautiful dress that Mateo got me was torn from my body. I could feel him push the head of his cock back inside of me, causing me to hiss. Mateo continued to push though, I just laid there and accepted it. Feeling every inch of his nine inch cock slowly deflowering me forever, it was great.

Mateo hit my second entrance? Is that what you would call it? Anyway it caused me to moan, Mateo took on his signature devilish smile. He pulled back lightly then suddenly thrusted into me. I tried to contain the noises that were coming out of me, I really did. You could hear everything: the smacking of Mateos hips against my butt, the small little whimpers I tried to contain, and most of all the heavy breathing that was between the two of us.

Mateo kept up with his long deep strokes, but he leaned back quickly. I was confused as once again I was laying on my back. I looked up at him, and instead of having my legs spread out like before. He put my legs together and lifted me slightly as he leaned forward. I was confused, because this wasn't the most comfortable position. But as soon as he drove himself into me I understood.

"Oh my gods!" I let out, involuntarily. I quickly covered my mouth again. Fuck, that feels good. I don't know what he was hitting, if it was my prostate or something else but every time I felt his head, then the shaft and veins rub against it it made me shiver with pleasure. Mateo looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He did another deep thrust, I felt my eyes roll back and my body shivered. When I was able to open my eyes I could see Mateo looking down at me. He was just smiling but I felt like I was hit by a train. That's when I noticed a small pool of precum was leaking from me. Did I cum? It didn't feel like any sort of orgasm I had before.

I didn't have much time to think about it. Once I felt Mateo bottom out inside of me I moaned in soprano, this time I don't even try to hide it. I felt more sensitive. His hands on my hips were ecstasy, I could feel the heat radiating from his hands and his massive cock made me feel electric. I tried to focus on our adventure together, Mateo and I. Of how I got here, but I was struggling. I could feel every crevice, vein and even the crown of Mateo's cock sliding out of me. Only to quickly slam back in, where was I?

I couldn't concentrate on my thoughts, the weight of Mateo's body coming down on me felt good. I almost couldn't imagine anything else before this moment. Him being inside of me and feeling every movement. It felt like my bladder was getting punched repeatedly.

"So, you like that?" Mateo's words cut through my pleasure. I felt even more drunk than I actually was.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"This position?" Mateo huffed while he kept on thrusting.

"Shut up," I told him. I couldn't help but close my eyes, as pleasure rang through my body.

It felt like the pleasure was building too fast. Then suddenly the sensation vanished. I tried to look at Mateo but I was quickly stopped. Mateo quickly flipped me over, I landed on my hands and knees. I was now bent over doggy style, before I could process the change of position I felt him ram into me. Fuck, he's so big. I could feel something deep inside of me building, I felt my body give in. I dropped my face and arched my back, I knew that his pillows wouldn't muffle my moans. As Mateo fucked me, i started to push my hips back to meet him.

Mateo somehow was hitting even deeper than before, at this point I didn't even care if my parents heard me. I was fully losing it, I couldn't even describe the kind of noises that came out of me. Mateo kept a hold of my hips, he started to go faster and harder. I wasn't sure if he was close to cumming and it kind of scared me. He kept this up for awhile though, my knees grew weak and i was about ready to fall when Mateo stopped again. He lazily flopped over onto his back, and pulled me onto his lap.

I was confused, I crumbled into Mateo's chest, he rubbed my back lightly. Then I felt his lips brush my neck, finally I was able to pry my eyes open. Mateo gingerly pulls my face towards him, once we lock lips I almost go completely limp. He slowly and lovingly kisses me. With each kiss he lingers for a couple of seconds. I feel Mateo's big hands wrap around my slim form, he brings me in closer and I can feel him fiddling with the band of my bra.

Suddenly I feel my boobs drop as the cool air hits them. Next Mateo reaches for my waist. He also slips his tongue into my mouth, it feels like actual sparks are coming off of him. He reaches the waistband of my panties, he starts pulling them down. They get stuck on my butt, so Mateo sits up and lifts me with one arm. He continues to kiss me and pull them down until I'm completely free of the garments.

When Mateo lays back down, we finally break our kiss. I could feel his hot breath mixing with my own. His hairy abdomen felt contradictory to my hair free skin, it was enticing. Kind of like savory and sweet. I could smell Mateo scent, somewhere between paint, fire wood, and honey. I was completely caught off guard when Mateo took one of my nipples in his mouth.

He circled the areola with his tongue, licking in circular motions. Occasionally he would bite my nipple. I couldn't help but try to pull away, but everytime i did Mateo spanked me. Which i fucking loved, oh my gods. Who ever knew getting spanked felt so good and sexy? So needless to say I tried to pull away frequently. Mateo quickly moved down to my stomach, he traced around my navel with his tongue occasionally he would dip into my belly button. He slowly made his way from my stomach to in between my breast, finally arriving at my neck once again. He slowly bit and licked me like a cat messing with it's prey.

Mateo stopped fully, he took my hand and guided it to his completely erect member. What did he want? I was confused, so I rubbed it slowly. I thought maybe he wanted me to give him a handjob? He allowed me to do this for a while but eventually, he pulled my hand with his cock in it and pressed it in between my ass cheeks. Oh, he wanted me to ride him.

I started to blush, this felt different. This is me willingly putting him inside of me, and instead of him thrusting it's me bouncing myself on him. It felt embarrassing, it would represent me giving myself to him. I mean sure i let him fuck me, but im putting myself on his cock.

I bite my lip as I think about this. I don't want to ruin the moment, plus I also have loved everything so far. I know if I told Mateo that I didn't want to, he would listen to me. Or if I ever told him I'm not in the mood, or wanted to stop having sex he would listen. Mateo doesn't pressure me to make a decision, which I appreciate. Shyly I grab his cock, I stroke it slowly. Some of the lube had started to dry up, so I let some saliva fall into my hand. I continue to stroke his cock again letting my spit lube him up again. I want to show Mateo I love him, and that I want him.

I slowly line his cock up to my hole, next I ease myself down. I can feel his tip pressing into my entrance, nervously I keep his cock still while I sit down. It was a little bit difficult, but after some trouble I felt Mateo's head slide into me. I didn't realize it, but my body missed him. I felt empty without him inside of me. I took a breath as I took him fully, it felt strange from this angle. I could feel myself expanding around him.

I only exhale when I'm fully sitting on Mateo's lap. I roll my hips slightly, feeling his cock move with me. I can't help but feel embarrassed. Not only because of the position but because I've never done this before.

I put my hands on Mateo's chest, I try to lift myself slightly slowly impaling myself again on Mateo. It took a couple of minutes for me to get used to it, but I quickly understood how to do it. I was lifting myself off of him, almost to where he would come out of me, then I was slamming myself back down. I couldn't help but feel worked up. I could feel a pressure building, it was the same as before. It felt like I had to pee, so I rode Mateo until I got closer to that feeling. I felt a primal warmth run over me. I leaned forward and surprised Mateo kissing him, I took the lead this time. Invading his mouth with my tongue.

Mateo quickly made me feel submissive again. He propped up his knees, making me lean forward even more. Mateo grabbed my hips harshly, although he was kissing me like a prince. I let out a moan as Mateo fucked me from underneath, he made quick and powerful thrust.

Mateo continued his assault, I could feel the heat rushing through my body. Why is it that anything I do with this boy is heaven. Whether it's just laying down watching shows, kissing and cuddling, or anything intimate is always explosive to me. I know I've told Mateo that I love him, but I couldn't imagine anything else but him sometimes.

As he pumped his cock into me Mateo took my nipple into his mouth. My boobs were still rather sore so like early I let out a shocked expression when he did this. My small A cup breast pulled forward everytime he tugged at them, he also actually bit them and sucked on the skin surrounding my nipple.

Mateo eased on his assault, I could tell it was tiring him out. So I took over, I would lift myself up and slowly let myself sink back onto him. Mateo was staring at me as he breathed heavily. His eyes examined every movement carefully. He would watch me lift myself and then as I let my body fall he would watch my thighs and boobs jiggle.

"I love you," he spoke softly. I was surprised; sure, I'd heard it before, but this time it felt more sensual. I could feel my heart throbbing and my body heat up. It almost felt like I was blushing all over. I stopped bouncing for a second and looked at him.

"I love you too," I said lightly. I leaned down and kissed him tenderly.

We let our lips part for a second, and I took a deep breath. I knew what was coming next. Mateo cupped my face, and I buried my hands in his curls. He kissed me quickly; every time our lips met, we would slowly come apart. Soon enough, we were in longer kisses, teasing each other with small things--like Mateo biting my lip and pulling it. I would give him small teasing kisses around his face and neck before he'd make me kiss him on the mouth again.

I could feel my body burning up; everything felt perfect. Being this physically close to Mateo--kissing him, running my hands through his curls--the significant difference in our body types was striking. He was strong and muscular, precise in a way that probably came from painting. I was slimmer, with a somewhat curvier body. Plus, he had body hair and I didn't, and I had much longer hair on my head.

It felt like two halves of a whole--contradicting but perfect. Kind of like Venus and Mars, love and war--two things that seem different but can lead to similar outcomes. Or, it felt like a chemical reaction, like magnesium and oxygen.

I could feel Mateo's body tense so I was prepared for what happened. He scooped me, I wrapped myself around. He moved off of the bed, before he put me back on the bed. He moved his hips with surprising force. It cause me to bounce on his cock, I almost actually let go of him. I was so surprised, he did this a couple times. I was barely hanging onto him. Every time he did it too, it was loud and you could hear my ass hitting his hips.

After a minute of this Mateo gently laid me back on the bed. He was still standing, he leaned forward. My legs spread to accommodate his body. I held my knees as Mateo made steady slow strokes.

I was preparing for this. I have started doing yoga, so I could be more flexible. Mateo lunged forward and started to speed up, he was quickly making the sane loud slapping noise. I could only lay their and breathe heavily as he pounded me.

He started going almost too quickly and deep. He was hitting the second entrance inside of me, once I even felt him slip inside of it and I gasped. My nerve endings were on fire, it felt like an electrical wire. Mateo continued like this for awhile, he pumped in and out of me. I moaned freely, allowing myself to give in fully to the pleasure. Mateo started to slow down and I could feel his cock throb and tighten inside of me.

I tried to say something to Mateo, but he pushed past that second entrance again. I shrieked as Mateo bottomed out for the last time pumping me full of his warm cum, for a second I forgot that I was born male. I almost yelled at him for cumming inside me, and I laughed to myself. That feeling of panic for a second was actually kind of comforting. I ran my arms along his naked body feeling his muscles tense while he still cums. He really cums a lot. I can feel it inside of me, it's warm and squishy. When he is done he doesn't pull out he continues to thrust just as fast as before. I quickly throw my head back feeling my body shake, and like an outlet meeting a fork an explosion of pleasure surges through my body. I moan in ecstasy as my own pleasure erupts and my shrinking member leaks its own discharge.

I tried to take small breaths, but I feel paralyzed. I don't think I ever had an orgasm like that. Not even when Mateo has fingered me. I can feel myself rolling off of my high. I can tell that Mateo has stopped, he's also breathing pretty heavily. He goes and tries to move but I quickly grab him.

"Stay." I tell him, he looks at me. I told him I still want to feel him inside of me, and his body heat. Mateo didn't want to crush me though so he rolled both of us over. I was now laying on top of him, with Mateo's softening cock inside of me.

I curled into his chest hair, feeling safe and especially warm. I loved the heat. I also felt fulfilled, like something inside me had fundamentally shifted. Everything felt like a puzzle fitting together correctly. Mateo tried to make small talk, but I had no idea what he said. I was already passing out. I fell asleep as soon as he pulled his blankets over us.

When morning came, it felt way too early. Someone was knocking on Mateo's door. Mateo shot awake and practically threw me off him. I groaned in protest, hearing him talk to someone. Even though it felt like I'd only blinked, I felt pretty good. My stomach grumbled, and it also kind of cramped up.

Mateo came back to the bed. He lightly shook my shoulder. I lightly smacked him, mainly because of my stomach and how he'd thrown me off him.

"Babe," Mateo whispered. He planted a kiss on my head, then lightly shook me again.

"What?" I asked, still tired.

"Your mom said we should get up. It's like eleven in the morning," Mateo finished, yawning.

I begrudgingly opened my eyes. Mateo was still naked. I took in the light from the sun shining through the window. I really didn't want to move. I groaned as I started to stir and stretch. I felt a pressure, kind of like I had to pee, but from both sides. I quickly threw on one of Mateo's shirts to cover me; it practically looked like a nightgown. I started to head to the bathroom, but Mateo followed me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my hand still on the door handle as I looked at him.

"Well, I assume you're heading to the bathroom. We both need to shower, so I'm coming with you. Might as well just shower together," Mateo said.

He was right. We both needed a shower. We'd seen each other naked, and we had just had sex last night.

"Okay, but I don't think my parents need to see you naked," I told him. He just smiled, then put on boxers, shorts, and a shirt.

When we got into the bathroom, I instantly sat on the toilet. Mateo started running the water, then looked at me weirdly as my muscles gave out and fluids leaked. He just laughed as he started to strip.

"What's so funny?" I asked him.

"You're just cute." He said.

"I don't think I'm cute when I'm peeing, and I've got lube and your cum exiting my body," I told him.

"If you want, I can put more in," Mateo teased.

"Not right now, you're not. I'm too sore. Plus, you know anything you put in me is going to come out, right?" I asked him sarcastically.

After our conversation we got into the shower. The water was warm, though I wanted it hotter. But Mateo joked that it would boil him like a crab. We took our time washing each other's hair, and bodies, relaxing in the warm water. Just talking and getting clean felt good. It was probably the first time I realized I had wanted to take a shower since I started HRT. It was a little weird to think about, I guess I just didn't feel as bad about my body. Mentally, I feel pretty good.

Mateo grabbed me around the waist, I guess I looked pretty distracted. He pressed into me, I could feel everything about him. His warm caramel skin, the black hair that covered his body. I could even feel his cool breath on the nape of my neck, not to mention his soft cock pressing into my back. It felt nice, he had his arms laced around my hips. We stood there for a minute before Mateo spoke.

"You okay?" He asked, finally breaking me out of my trance. I laughed a little.

"Besides being completely sore, and no longer a virgin." I leaned back and looked up at him.

I didn't have to turn around to see him smile; I could feel it. Mateo always carried this assured sense about him. Even though we knew each other, and he knew way more about me than I did him, I didn't know a lot about his life before we met. I knew his grandma died. I knew he loved art, music, and meat. His favorite color was red, and he loved books and gory shows. But I didn't know too much about him personally. That's when I remembered the farmhouse he drew the day we had that huge argument.

"Hey Mateo, can I ask you something?" I sounded the question out carefully, the last couple of days have been sweet. I didn't want to ruin it because I was curious.

Mateo seemed shocked. He shrugged. I wasn't completely sure how to ask, so I decided just to express myself. It was harder than it seemed; I'd like to never do it again.

"Sure, I guess."Mateo said audibly. I guess he thought I didn't feel him shrugging.

"I know you in a sense, but I didn't know you before we met. So I was just wondering if you could tell me anything?" My question echoed off the walls in the shower. I felt Mateo tense, but quickly relaxed. He sighed, kind of like he knew this was coming.

"Of course. So I grew up in Georgia, I had a brother. We lived in the countryside with our parents. Our mom was an addict, and our dad hit us. So we left when we were about twelve, we were in the streets of Atlanta for a while. We just tried to eat, survive, and find some place to sleep. Most of the time we slept underneath bridges, other times we would stay in alley's. One day though, someone offered us a job. To make some quick cash you know, well my brother ended up passing away. I got taken to the hospital, they tried to call my parents. Neither of them responded, so they called the next contact. Which was my grandma, my grandma lived in Kentucky. So it was a while before she got there, she took me with her. Then I ended up here, that's practically it."

I almost started to cry, I could never imagine that. Mateo always seemed so carefree, he sounded like he was almost a ghost telling me his story. I quickly turn around and bring him into a hug, no wonder why he hasn't talked about it. So when he'd mentioned his family moving from the farmhouse, he'd been talking about him and his brother. I wondered how he'd been able to keep it together after getting here; it seemed his grandma meant the world to him. Mateo didn't cry though. He hugged me back tightly, and I could feel his pulse quicken then fall softly again.

We didn't talk for the rest of the shower, we didn't need to. We just embraced each other in the warm water, feeling each other's skin and breath mixing. Occasionally our lips would meet, lightly dancing. I could only love Mateo more, he had been open with me. Besides that one argument we practically never fought. He was always tender, and attentive to me. If anyone tried to flirt with him, he would always walk away. There was this one time, before I started HRT. We were both on the campus grounds outside, a girl had walked up to him and tried to flirt with him as he was walking. I could see them from a bench Mateo and I met at for lunch. He just ignored the girl, walked up to me and kissed me publicly. I smiled so much after that, I could see the girl's confusion. She said a couple of things and just walked away.

After we were done in the bathroom, we headed out to the kitchen. Mom had cooked breakfast, and Dad was reading a newspaper. My mom gave me a hug and a kiss, but Dad looked completely red and practically said nothing to us until they left. I felt so bad; I was sure my parents had heard everything last night. When they finally left, the first thing Mateo did was light a joint. He said he'd be in his room and not to come in for a little bit.

I was kind of confused. Maybe he just needed time to debrief and relax. So, of course, being a nerd, I grabbed a snack and went to the couch. I've been re-watching old cartoon shows, so of course Ben Ten was like first on that list. I didn't realize it when I was younger, but I guess I liked the show because it made me feel like I didn't have to be how I was born. I mean sure Ben turned into aliens, and I transitioned to a girl. But hey we all see things differently. Plus I love Omniverse for the Ben x Rook shipping.

A couple hours later Mateo came out of his room, he had a dumb smile on his face. He also smelt like pure weed. I was curious what he was doing until he stepped in front of the T. V. I looked at him, but he smiled at me and grabbed my hand. He was pulling me up. I was laying down and was still confused.

"What?" I asked him, laughing.

"Come on." He said. He seemed almost too happy. I let him drag me off of the couch, i was still wearing his shirt but i had panties on underneath of it now. He quickly pulled me to our room, i was stunned when I got there.

Mateo had completely cleaned the place up, even made his bed. But even more importantly in the middle of the room propped up on a stand was a portrait. I looked at Mateo for confirmation, he led me in the room gently.

I studied the portrait, it was the one Mateo was drawing of me. He said it wasn't done and he would need me to model again, but that hasn't been for a month or so. He said it was an end of term grade. The pencil strokes were masterful, you could even see the background of his room was drawn in delicately. It was painted though, I could see my long blonde hair falling down my shoulders painted in a majestic yellow-gold color.

You could clearly see the slight masculine features of my face, but they paired well with my high cheekbones, as did the light layer of blush. But what caught me by surprise were my eyes; they were startlingly realistic. My gray eyes showed my impulsiveness as easily as they showed my anxiety. My face looked slightly stoic, but with a small smile. My shoulders were narrow but ever so slightly broadened, so I looked confident.

The outfit looked amazing as well, you could clearly see that I had a flat chest though. It added a little bit of thought to the portrait. The sage green sweatshirt hung off of me lightly, but you could still see a slight curve in my figure. The black mid thigh skirt flared out from my hips beautifully, it went well with the tights. How he had managed to make the tights look slightly see through but still dark, I will never know. The whole look felt grounded with the light brown Mary Jane shoes, it brought a sense of reality back to the beautiful work. I looked at Mateo. I tried to speak, but I fumbled every word.

"How... end did this." I stopped and shook my head. "I mean, how did you do this?" I questioned Mateo, who was still smiling.

"Do you like it?" He asked gently.

"I love it, but you said it was an end of term thing?" I questioned him. Mateo took a drag on another joint--when had he lit that? He looked at me carefully.

"I might have lied, it was done a couple of weeks ago. I was just waiting for the grade." He said. I was shocked, I actually smacked his chest.

"Why would you do that!" I exclaimed while laughing.

"Ow hey stop." Mateo said. I quit hitting him. He looked beautiful. I got lost in his amber eyes, feeling my heart flutter and pound.

"Explain." I said, smiling. I couldn't even try to look upset, it only made me smile even harder.

"Well." Mateo began. " I originally just wanted to do this for us personally, but I ended up turning it into an actual homework project. I finished it, and I got a hundred percent so."

Mateo grinned like a devil, I would never get used to his smiles. Every time he did something mischievous his eyes would practically glow. I couldn't even be mad at him. I let myself deflate, sighing. Mateo won, he knew it. It wasn't like I would ever win against him; he played the long game. I was completely entranced by him. Mateo walked over to me, wrapping both arms around the small of my back. I put my hands on his arms at first. I studied his face: the way his black curls bounced slightly, the way his smile curved, his small whiskers he'd started to grow, even his soft caramel skin. But what caught me the most were his eyes; they stared at me. His amber eyes had analyzed every section of my body to the fullest, and when they met my gray, calculating gaze, he loved me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. Mateo bent down slightly, he pressed his lips softly to mine. Gnawing at my own willpower, you could hear our soft struggle. We both had our eyes closed, but I didn't need to see. I buried my soft hands deep into his curls, feeling his tongue dance elegantly in my mouth. I knew I would want to be with Mateo forever.

Epilogue

It's been two years since Mateo showed me the portrait. It hangs in our living room in the dorm. Occasionally I stare at it wondering what will be next. Along with all our other photos, we'd gotten a table in the living room where we kept a photo of us together on our anniversary. Other photos hung up around the wall too, like some of Sarah and me, my mom and dad.

I loved every minute of it. My dad is still a bit touchy with the whole trans thing, but my mom just sees me as her daughter. Sarah had opened for some big band, she made sure to have Mateo and I come for that. It was great, she really is doing good. Mateo and i are still in school, still in the same old dorm. Mateo is still going for art, but I decided I wanted to help kids like me. So I started changing my classes to become a teacher--a special education teacher, specifically. Even the general education classes were tough for me, of course.

I heard the door open, and I was brought back to reality. I stared at Mateo as he walked in holding an envelope smiling. I looked at him confused, i had just gotten ready for the day because Mateo and i had to run errands after he got done with classes.

"One letter for Elizabeth Solveig Thompson-Lund!" Mateo declared sarcastically. He handed it to me, then went to our room. I tried to read the letter; it was in very formal print.

It was only a paragraph or two but I still couldn't make out the letters. The words and letters seemed to dance around or melt away every time i tried to read them. I'll show you what it looked like for me.

Dear Elzibateh,

We are dielghted to infmor you that your aplpciat oin to the Secpa il Eaucdt aion Teac her Triraug Porgam has been acceeptd. The ad misions ciommittee was impeesred with your psasi anote esasy o utiling your peosnral expeir ences and your cel ar deidcat ion to supoprt ing stduenst with die vrse lera ning neesd. We beivele your uniu eq isnigh ts, combin ed with the comp rheensiv e train ig our pog ram offres, will eu pqi you to make a sngifiiant poitise ipmact in the fiel d of spec ail ed ucat ion. Con grat ul iotans, and we loo k of rward to wecol ming you to the pog ram!

Sincerley,

The Admissonis Comitt ee

Secpa il Eaucdt aion Teac her Training Porgam

I tried to read it, but I couldn't. Mateo came out of the room; I think he could tell I was frustrated. He came over to me and gently put a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you want me to read it?" He asked. I tried to be stubborn, but eventually i gave it to him. I have been trying really hard to work on my reading, just some days it gets really bad.

"Dear Elizabeth, we are delighted to inform you that your application for the special education teacher training program has been accepted." Mateo kept talking but I quit listening.

I'd done my application a couple of weeks ago, though I'd been told sometimes you have to apply multiple times. They could only accept so many teachers at a time. I couldn't believe I'd gotten accepted. I didn't even know how or why they'd choose me, but I was glad. I didn't hear when Mateo stopped talking. He grabbed my arm, which made me jump a bit.

"You okay?" He asked, smiling.

"Yeah, I just can't believe I got in." I told him.

"Well I'm proud of you." He said and kissed me lightly. " We should celebrate but after we relax."

Mateo went to the couch and unceremoniously jumped over the back of it. I just shook my head and followed him, we wouldn't be going grocery shopping today. I grabbed the remote, and I turned on Doctor Who. We were up to Peter Capaldi, the Twelfth Doctor. Mateo liked him, but he said he wasn't better than Matt Smith. I personally liked Tennant the most. After I turned on the show, I laid on top of Mateo. One of my hands was folded on his chest, and the other was trapped between him and the couch.. Thinking back on the last two years, i don't think i would change anything. I love Mateo, even though he's a bit weird. I also love everything that's been going on with my transition; my dysphoria isn't completely gone, but it's pretty close.

I went up to a B cup for my bra, also my hair had grown quite thick and longer. I actually need to get it trimmed, I also get my nails done regularly at the expense of Mateo. My wardrobe has also increased, and I make sure Mateo looks handsome. Not that he needs help. Plus our sex life is great, i can't get pregnant. But I swear he is trying. I hope you enjoyed my story, this concludes "Meet my Roommate."