Gwen’s Room

Unexpectedly Gwen took you by the hand and whisked you away towards her room for some much needed new clothes. As you clutched desperately at your ailing boxers you tried to ignore the sensation of your baggy t-shirt falling over your left shoulder almost exposing your tit, or how it was rubbing against your bare ass. Struggling to keep up with her it finally set in just how much bigger and stronger Gwen was than you. Each step she took was a long graceful stride in comparison to your short legs scurrying to keep up. Back in your male body you were 6 inches taller than your older sister, which was real fun to tease her for being short. Now you seemed to be a whole head shorter than her.

When you reached her room she stopped in front of her door and looked back at you. Meeting her gaze, a smug smile formed along her lips. “Did I walk to fast for you *little* sister?” Flustered you tried to tear your hand away from hers. You yanked once, then twice, then a bunch of more embarrassing unsuccessful yanks as you began to get more flustered, you even let go of your boxers letting them fall to your ankles to help, and after a bit you were juuuust able to slip your hand out of her loosened grasp. Gwen giggled as you scowled and blushed. This friggin sucks.

“C’mon” Gwen relented, leading you into her room your eyes widened at the sight of all of Gwen’s stuff.

Normally when you came into Gwen’s room it was just to annoy her without any regard to all her useless girly junk. Your beating heart almost leapt out of your chest as you felt newfound excitement looking at all the jewelry, makeup, clothes, and potential outfits. “Whoa” you gasped in amazement at Gwen’s fashionista glory.

Gwen took notice at your exposed girly-ness and smirked, “try not to get too excited.”

“Pfft me? Excited over stupid clothes, and junk? No way!” you tried to feign disinterest. It would definitely be more convincing if you had bothered to retrieve your boxers from your ankles instead of returning to admire her various blouses. With your attention already lost back in lalaland Gwen walked to your backside and easily stripped the oversized gown-like T-shirt off your body leaving you stark naked save for the boxers bundled at your feet.

Embarrassed you turned around to face Gwen who was crumpling your shirt up in one hand and taking a couple steps back to get a complete look at your body. Covering your naughty bits with both hands in a classic nude V pose you turned your face away from her gaze as your cheeks got rosy.

“Hands to your side. Look at me.” Gwen sternly commanded sending a jolt down your spine. Submissively obedient, you strained to move your hands away from your perfect peach and fluffy blonde puffball above it to standing at attention with your palms at your side. You turned your head to face Gwen’s face. Her intense focus as she looked you up and down gave you butterflies in your stomach, and your heartbeat increased a bit…