Admire the female bikini (sissy route)

John couldn't bring himself to leave after Rich just yet. He stare at the women in their bikinis, his eyes lingering on their curves, the way their bodies moved to the music. He was torn between his newfound desires and the fear of losing control. The sissy route was calling him, whispering sweet nothings about submission and the warmth of a dominant man's embrace.

What he seen between Rich dominating his stepsister and his hot blonde girlfriend. It's like he had a VIP pass to the most exclusive show in town. The way they obeyed him, it was like watching a king with his loyal subjects. And here John was, just a pawn in this erotic chess game. He knew he couldn't resist the urge to dress like a girl anymore. It was his destiny to serve alphas like Rich.

That dream a few days ago seem almost amplify. John couldn't shake the feeling of his mother's soft hands on his shoulders, guiding him down to worship those alien cocks. The way they filled her mouth, the way she moaned around them. It was like watching a scene from a porn movie that he had no control over. And now, sitting here at Rich's party, the man who had taken his place in every way imaginable, John felt his resolve crumbling.

He watch a blonde girl in a tight pink bikini talking with other guys. John couldn't help but imagine himself wearing that same bikini, feeling their eyes on him instead of her. His heart raced at the thought of being the one to tease and please them. He knew he didn't have the same body as the girls here, but in his mind, he could feel the fabric hugging his own curves, the strings cutting into his skin.

John left this area. Not wanting to see these outfits any longer. He race upstairs to a room. His heart hammering in his chest like a wild animal in a cage. In this bedroom, he sees a large bed and a drawer.

He walks over to it, opening to see if there's something suitable. He finds a pair of red lacy panties and a matching bra. His hand trembles as he picks them up, the fabric feeling softer than he ever imagined. The scent of a woman's perfume fills his nostrils, and he knows they're Rich's girlfriend. But the thrill of the forbidden sends a shiver down his spine. He strip. He then slips them on, feeling the silkiness caress his skin like a lover's touch. The bra is too tight, pushing his small chest up in a way that feels oddly satisfying.

His heart racing, John examines his reflection in the full-length mirror next to the bed. The red lingerie clings to him like a second skin, emphasizing his own curves and making him feel smaller, more ****. He can't believe what he's doing, but the thrill of it all is too much to resist. He's never felt so alive.