A costume party

"Oh emm gee! You sissies are gonna have so much tonite. I'm gonna dress you up in slutty cheerleader outfits...well even sluttier than usual, an Sammy Bammy is gonna show you how to tuck your sissy clits. A little make up, a little lie about Aunt Flo so they know its backdoor only, and no one will even know it's you." You feel butterflies in your stomach, both in apprehension, and anticipation.

Samantha leads you to the shower and helps you clean up and shave what little pale hairs she can find. Her hands explore your wet skin a little too thoroughly. She teases you with quick kisses on your lips, her tongue darting in and out of mouth too fast for you to catch it with your own. Your little clitty begins to throb. You feel Samantha's sissy stiffy cuddle against yours. "Uh oh...we need to get these bad babies soft if we are going to tuck them away. How do you think we should do that?"

Moments later you're moaning, pressed against the shower wall as Samantha slides in and out of you in growingly familiar frenzied pace. Your bodies grinding against each others under the steamy shower spray. You turn your head and this time Samantha lets you catch her tongue. You know you should be mad that she just assumed that you'd be willing to jerk her clit off with your ass, but you have to admit it's becoming a pretty fair assumption. A part of you is worried how easy all of this is coming to you, the rest of you is wishing Samantha's cock was a little thicker, longer...manlier. You feel a giddy twinge of guilt as you imagine it's Becca and her big dong plowing into you, then a guiltier gush shoot from your clit as you imagine it's Slade "bullying" you in the locker room.

You feel her sissy spunk flood your ass just as yours coats your shower wall. "Mmm that was fun, but we better hurry or we'll miss the party." Samantha cleans you up a lot more quickly and a lot less sensually, and shows you how to slowly, gently to push your balls up and inside and how to wrap, tuck, and tape away your sissy clit.

You feel a longing itch as Samantha help you slip on your pretty pink silk thong, but you struggle to ignore it. You feel a cool sticky gel applied to your tingling chest, then Samantha presses two realistic silicone breast forms to your chest and hides them in lacy pink bra. You squeeze them absent mindedly, imagining rough hands groping you and the itch grows worse. Samantha slides white silk stockings sloooowly up your legs, and the itch gnaws at you. She gives you a cheerleader top that reads "Slut" which crushes your new "breasts" beautifully, and cut so high you can see your whole milky midriff. You imagine eyes...and more...crawling all over your smooth stomach, and the itch grows hungrier. She hands you a pink and white pleated skirt so short it leaves the bottoms of your bouncy butt cheeks exposed. You imagine everyone at the party seeing you swaying, your skirt showing glimpses of your fat, fuckable ass...everyone seeing it as an open invitation to bend you over and take your sissy pussy...the flimsy fabric of your thong no protection from their hard, hungry cocks...the itch grows interminable. She applies makeup to your already feminine features, and your reflection begs to be filled...the itch grows ravenous...

"Oh God, Samantha, it itches so bad, how are we going to deal with it?!" You cry out hopelessly. She smiles as she puts the final touches on her own outfit. She gives you a conspiratorial wink as she lifts her skirt and shows you her sissy shaft, untucked, untaped, and raring to go.

"I decided I don't care if anyone finds out. Everyone already thinks we're sissies. Why not have as much fun as we can proving them right? If not, you might just go itch crazy and lose your mind trying to cum." You wonder if you should risk exposure? Or the itch?