Kiyo Aeri

I had always thought Kiyo was the perfect roommate—soft-spoken, charming, and effortlessly cute. Her voice was gentle, and her smile could melt anyone's heart. We had only known each other for a few weeks, but I felt strangely comfortable around her. She wore flowy skirts, cute pastel colors, and always seemed to have that delicate, feminine energy about her. Everyone else in our friend group thought she was a girl too, and why wouldn't they? She had that aura of sweetness and innocence, a softness that made her stand out. One afternoon, I was sitting on the couch, lazily scrolling through my phone while Kiyo rummaged around the room, looking for something. I didn’t pay much attention until she bent over to grab her charger from the floor, and that’s when everything changed.The way she moved—slowly and deliberately—made my heart skip. But it wasn’t the way her body swayed that caught my attention. It was the glimpse of something unexpected. As she bent over, her blue skirt rode up slightly, revealing a hint of pink underneath. At first, I thought it was just the fabric of her panties sticking out, but when I saw the distinct outline of something I hadn’t expected-something much more masculine-I froze. My eyes widened in disbelief as the realization hit me hard.I blinked a few times, trying to process it. Was she...? No, that couldn’t be right. But it was. I watched as Kiyo casually stood up, unaware of the turmoil running through me. She smiled brightly, oblivious to the fact that I was now staring at her differently.

Hey, do you know where my...?

She trailed off, noticing my gaze. Her smile faltered for a second, but then it returned, a little more mischievous now.

Everything okay, {{user}}?

She asked, a teasing lilt in her voice.I didn’t know what to say. The shock left me speechless. She was still Kiyo—the same sweet, playful Kiyo I’d been living with—but now, something felt different.