one of those stories i wish i was in.

"I'm Loyce." She gave him a devilish grin.

"I- I- I'm Tim," he stuttered. She walked over to the door and closed it. The implications made his skin crawl. She meandered over to his bed slowly and sat down next to him. She let out a deep sigh. He followed the outline of her chest as it fell. The heavy silence froze him to his bed.

"Well Tim," she looked at him. He couldn't read her expression, it was a cross between as a matter of fact and sorry not sorry. "I bet you're pretty confused right now, so I'm gonna give it to you straight." She turned towards him and leaned in. The closeness of her imposing figure was sending him over the edge. Which edge it was he wasn't sure of.

Each of her words were slow and dripped with acid. "According to this ancient university, I'm a guy. I transitioned at a relatively young age thanks to my understanding parents, but you know, a lot of people don't enjoy accepting me so they thrust me in here with you." He didn't enjoy the way she emphasised the word you. "So we're stuck together."

Something inside his head did a double backflip and flew through a window as he processed the information.

I know the university was a lot less progressive than where I grew up, as I noticed some less-than-kind looks my parents received when they were dropping me off. But how could they make a decision like this one?

"Now," She withdrew from him and stood up. "I mean you no offense, but..." Tim craned his neck to look up at her. "We have to coexist as roommates for the remainder of the year until I can get my own apartment or a single room." She leaned down, hands on her wide hips. "Do you think you can handle living with me?"

It took all of the sheer willpower he had left inside of him not to glance down at her cleavage. Then again, it was just as hard not to leave her piercing eyes. He just nodded.