My Roommate Found Out I Cross-Dress
by 凛春风
A beautiful, unaware cross-dressing fool (bottom) × A leg-loving, dominant, wicked, and cunning schemer (top)
Xu Yan accidentally went viral online with a faceless cross-dressing photo. Thanks to his soft, slender waist, delicate pale legs, and a unique mix of innocence and allure, he quickly became the new “goddess” of a certain app.
Countless people flooded his DMs daily with praise, and tips demanding more content piled up. Xu Yan secretly bought pretty little skirts online, only daring to put them on and snap a few photos when his roommates were out.
But then, a strange fan suddenly appeared—tipping generously without ever messaging, soon climbing to the top of the fan rankings.
Following tradition, Xu Yan offered private perks to his top fan, like chatting or gaming together.
So, he took the initiative to message the silent No. 1 fan.
[Yan Yan]: “Big bro, you’re No. 1 again~ What reward would you like? Anything’s fine~”
The aloof top fan replied after a long pause.
[Year]: “Even you?”
[Yan Yan]: “……”
N-no, that’s not possible!
Wen Sinian, the aloof male god of the computer science department—rich, taciturn, academically brilliant, tall, handsome, and built like a dream.
Countless men and women had thrown themselves at him, yet none could claim this unattainable flower.
As Wen Sinian’s roommate, Xu Yan had always maintained a polite, distant, and friendly relationship with him. From the day he moved into the dorm, he knew this towering, muscular guy was homophobic.
What he didn’t know was that Wen Sinian was an extreme leg connoisseur.
He had a thing for slender, pale, long legs with just the right amount of softness—preferably with pink, delicate joints that would turn a vivid, bruised red with the slightest friction.
One day, Wen Sinian’s accidentally installed app pushed him a post.
It was a faceless cross-dressing photo. The legs in the picture made his breath hitch.
He had never seen a pair of legs so perfectly suited to his tastes—especially with that tiny red mole on the inner thigh. It was downright indecent.
He scrolled through the blogger’s past posts.
Black lace miniskirts.
Slit-high, rose-red cheongsams.
Pure white tight pencil skirts.
Sweet lolita dresses with ribboned fishnet stockings.
…
The deeper he looked, the darker his restrained gaze grew.
Then, by chance, Wen Sinian caught a glimpse of a white ribbon peeking out from his well-behaved little roommate’s bed…
Later, Xu Yan decided to quit cross-dressing and never log into that account again.
Just as he was about to secretly dispose of his little skirts, a tall figure bumped into him head-on, scattering the pretty dresses everywhere.
Flushing crimson, eyes wet with embarrassment, Xu Yan had no idea how to explain.
But Wen Sinian simply bent down, picked up each skirt, folded them neatly in front of him, and put them back.
“Keep them,” Wen Sinian said, wrapping an arm around his stunned little roommate’s soft waist and wiping the tears from his eyes. “They’ll still be useful.”
Xu Yan later learned exactly where those skirts would be “useful.”
He moved out of the dorm and into Wen Sinian’s off-campus apartment.
He never had to buy skirts with his own money again.
His top fan had already prepared a whole walk-in closet of little dresses for him.
And every night, he’d personally help him into them.