Caris monologues I guess?

Caris looked at you with a contemplative look, sizing up your short feminine body.

“You’re so cute now lil’ bro!”

Her free hand left it’s darting swipes across your phone instead reaching towards the gap between her legs. Biting her small lip and with a fire in her eyes, her hand slithered its way inside her pants beginning a slow rhythmic pace by the look of the cloth moving above her cooter.

You shuffled awkwardly, trying to look everywhere but your sister’s crotch while also trying to shift your hips so your hormonally suppressed cock wouldn’t show how much your sister’s position was affecting you.

You hated it when your sister called you something masculine, after the procedure and all the time spent taking pills… well it would be nice for her to recognize your struggle there.

“Mhm… just look at you, so small and sexy” she sighed deeply, face flushing as her fingers moved.

“You’re helpless, standing there waiting for me to just ruin your soul! I can do whatever I want!” she said with a bit of excitement bubbling to the top of her throaty monologue.

Her eyes looked once again to the phone she grasped in her other hand, the look there reminding you of the stereotypical super villain who’s just obtained limitless power.

And you supposed… she just did.

She looked at you once more, hand frigging all the while.

“What do you think lil’ bro? Are you just as excited to be changed into big sis’ little slut?”

You’d been wanting to speak up all along, to try and talk some sense into her but you also didn’t want to overstep her other command. Now given permission you spoke up.

“N-not really… I mean, uh-hum, shouldn’t we be a little bit more careful with…” you pointed in the direction of the phone she held.

The frown that grew on her face made you reconsider your words slightly.

“Well, I mean, we could uh… still do some fun stuff?” you quickly added in.

Your shoulders relaxed, seeing the frown recede slightly at your words.

“Great! then I’ll just do this…” she said, whipping her hand out of her pants, some slime fwipping into the air as she reached for the screen. You cringed seeing her wet fingers now playing with your phone.