So, a long time ago I had a crush on a guy who was one of my best friends. But, I knew he was straight and I didn't have a chance, so I thought I'd try something. I knew if he found out it could ruin our friendship, but I was so into him it was almost physically painful.

I started cross dressing. I practiced dressing up, wearing makeup, walking differently, until I was positive he wouldn't recognize me, and he'd be convinced I was a girl. I "coincidentally" ran into him later in the day, pretended to be mute and used a notepad to talk to him.

We would hang out around the same time every so often, and eventually he kissed me. We started kind of "dating" then, he took me to the movies a few times, we watched the sunset.

After a while of this, one evening we were sitting in a spot behind some bushes in the park, making out. I unzipped his pants and gave him a handjob. After he came, we relaxed in the grass for a while before we went home.

He asked, but I managed to convince him that I couldn't have vaginal sex because of "a disorder", so we kept meeting up for a while and I would give him a handjob before we went home. Eventually I got bold and started sucking him off, too.

But I knew I couldn't keep it up forever and the longer I tried the more likely it was he'd find out. So, I had to break up with him. I told him it was because I was moving away and I didn't want to try to keep up a relationship long distance, and he was sad but he seemed to accept that.

He got over it pretty quick though, which I was almost pissed by but I reminded myself that I literally made up an entire person so I could be with him so I didn't really have any room there.

And that's the story of how I spent half a year as my best friend's girlfriend without him knowing it was me,