Jerk Bros to Sissy Sisters Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Jerk Bros to Sissy Sisters Ch. 05

I woke up to the gentle morning sun. Coming to, I was laying on the couch, entwined with a sleeping Ginny. I smiled at that. It was a good and serene way to start the day. Although it did get a bit more tense.

"FUCKIN HELL!" Ginny screamed.

"Sheesh," I shrugged my shoulders. "It ain't that bad."

"YOU ARE LITERALLY TEARING ME APART."

It was noon, we had got up, and Ginny wanted to try rid some hair. I showed her the waxing strip I just ripped from her leg, "We have barely began."

"And we have just ENDED. SCREW this. I'll shave the rest." She got up and started combing her hair to calm herself. It had gotten longer, reaching a bit below her shoulders, something I liked feeling through my fingers.

I got rid of the used supplies. "You seem a tad...agitated."

"Well, I must be on my period," Ginny said sarcastically. "Here."

She gave me a list of things, seeming to buy. Most were cosmetics and such.

"You know, I realized," she began, carrying pans and kitchen supplies, "We don't have many basic stuff, like different lipsticks, nail polish, accessories etc. Do me a favour and go buy some for us."

I looked at her puzzled. "Can't we just order these?"

"It would do good to check the quality of these products before we buy them. Plus," she looked at me narrowing her eyes, "It would do good to you, getting out as Stacy. Getting out in general, actually."

I looked down, blood rushing a bit. It was great, being this person in here, in such a protected ...

... space, but outside... I still hadn't made that leap.

"What if...what if people can tell?"

She stopped whatever she was doing and turned to me.

"Okay, first of all, why should it matter? There are all sorts of horrible people out there who should be ashamed, yet they waltz merrily. Why should you? Also, girl, you look as passable as any. Equally tasty too." She stroked my cheek, planting a kiss.

"W-well, what if I get...hard?"

She smiled, rubbing my penis over my panties. "Well that would be a sight."

"I'm seriouuus!"

"Come ooon, panties don't let you get too big anyways. Wear jeans too, that should help."

I looked to the side.

"I guess that could work."

She clapped, "That's the spirit! Now go get yourself some clothes too, have your shopping therapy." She shot a vixen look, "And when you get back, I'll have a surprise for you," She kissed my ear, squeezing my butt.

Ooh boy.

I got out, having extensively combed my chin-length hair, wearing a dark gray top and jeans. Walked out of the building and picked streets with the least amount of people. The mall was not far, but far enough to call for a bus trip. I got in, among so many other people, feeling naked. It was like everyone knew about me and wanted me to quietly boil in anxiety. I looked around, shaking almost, waiting to see signs of disaproval, disgust. I didn't see anything. People were looking at their phones, the floor, through the window. Nobody was paying attention to me.

I got ...