Becoming his girl (Sissy story by GirlyGay)
Date: 10/28/2017,
Categories:
Fetish,
Shemales,
Taboo
Author: sissyAlyna, Source: xHamster
... confession in his voice. "Sometimes I wear that bikini top." I looked at him again - the slim hips, narrow waist, smooth skin, longer hair... with the right lighting... "I bet you make a hot piece of ass," I said huskily. "I do," Nick giggled, in a high-pitched girly sing-song. "Wanna see?" "Yes," I breathed. I sat on Nick's bed as he primped and preened. In a few minutes, a bathing-suit wearing Nick emerged, one piece hugging his lithe form. Below his collar bone perched two nicely rounded lumps of breasts. He felt them in lazy circles. "I've got some forms. I like to have tits." "Tits are nice," I agreed. I couldn't get over how nice his waist looked, so feminine and curved. "OK," Nick said. "I did it, now you?" "Me?" I spluttered. "Yeah. Look, I can see your dick through your shorts. Either I turn you on, or the thought of dressing up like this does. Which is it?" I didn't want to answer. "Nick," I said, "what's it like, being... girly?" "The first time I did it was with a guy in high school. He dared me to dress up during truth or dare. I put on my mom's bra and some high heels. I never felt so free in my life. Something was just right. I blew my friend that night, while dressed. I felt so slutty and perfect." Nick sat beside me on the bed. I could smell the perfume he was wearing, light and floral. He kissed on my neck. "Do you want me?" he asked. I ...
... thought about it. The kiss felt good, but... friendly. "I don't think I do. I want to be like you..." Nick jumped up. "Then we have to get you out of these boy clothes and into something proper. Let me see what I have in your size." Three hours later, I was fully dressed and made up. I was never a hairy guy, but Nick insisted we take care of what little I had. My legs and chest now freshly shorn, Nick applied a generous amount of lotions and creams to my skin, making me soft and precious. He fitted me with a black and white polka dot bikini top and matching sarong that emphasized my hips. "Jealous of those hips, girl," he said in that same voice. I tried to mimic it. "Oh stop. You're the one with the great boobs!" Nick smiled approvingly. "Your ass and my tits. The boys won't be able to keep their hands off of us!" "Boys?" I gulped. "Oh you look too darling to keep all to myself. Let's go out and scare up some dick." "Nick," I said, returning to my normal voice. "I've... I'm not..." "Gay? Who cares?" Nick said. "You're a hot girl right now. Don't you want to go all the way?" The truth is, I kinda did. I looked at the pink glittery lipstick on my mouth and imagined it sliding up and down some guy's shaft... and was instantly hard. "God yes," I muttered. "What is it about these clothes?" "You like femininity," he said. "Whether it's you or someone else, it turns you ...