Heather improvises a costume

Heath’s handsome face shifts becoming more foxy and feminine by the second until Heather is looking up at you with her dazzling eyes under long lashes. She’s every bit as beautiful as Heath was handsome and then some! She’s a bombshell! Her tits are big and squeezable her waist is tiny her stomach is taut and her thighs thunderous. Her cage is even fuller than it was when she was a boi, Heather is packing! You must’ve been staring because she startles you “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” You meet her eyes guiltily and she laughs “No I get it, tell you what get that fucking cage off of me and I’ll do whatever you want and I mean anything you want.” She doesn’t need to wink, but that doesn’t stop her.

“I don’t suppose you have any bright ideas on that front?”

“Well actually…” she kneels beside the bed and pulls out a box, you can’t see it with her back turned as she sets something on the bed. When she steps away you see a set of lock picks “I was trying to get out of this cage Mom put on me. I just don’t know how to use this stuff.”

That’s a stroke of luck. Ha, stroke! You used to watch a lot of lock-picking videos, though if you’re being honest you never thought you’d actually use any of it. You might as well!

It’s awfully awkward fumbling around, but the way Heather looks at you somewhere between worship and hope keeps your hands busy. You don’t feel like you’re doing anything at all and then the tools slip you give them a twist and Heather’s cage slides apart. “Ohholyshitthankgod!” Heather is massaging feeling back into her thick cock and the massaging is only making it thicker. “Nnnnnnnn ohhh fuck being a sissy is so hot! I want to fuck everyone, including me!” She’s going to be a handful until you handle that erection. You grab her swelling cock and stroke it drawing her undivided attention. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d be busting big loads of sissy cum everywhere?” You aim her cock at the discarded cage and open fire, she’s a pump action shotgun! Chuchack Pow! You help her decorate her room alarm clock Bang! Fish-tank Splat! Baseball glove Catch! You empty her out, for now and let her know the score “Time for you to get dressed slut we have a party to attend.”

She looks around frantically “Ah what to wear...” her eyes settle on the lock-picking kit on the bed “oh, I know!” You promised not to look and you hear her bumbling around behind you it’s making you so curious! However, glancing out the window is entertaining too Mavis is trying to get off of the upper roof. You’re staring at her lush legs and swinging erection as she dangles from the upper roof for a minute before falling flat on her round ass. Phbbbt hahahhahahah at least she has plenty of cushion. You open the window and languidly gesture her over. Mavis is her normal cheery self rainbows coming out of her tight ass and all. “Hey who’s the red chick?” You turn to see that Heather has indeed painted herself red, she has a couple of small black curved horns peaking out of her dark brown hair and a tight belt that holds up a small loin cloth, her set of lock-picks, and a sheathed dagger that you hope is just a toy. She looks pretty good with dark eye-shadow, black lipstick, and black nipples that pop against her bright red skin. “So what are you supposed to be hot stuff?” This red horned sissy looks at you like you’re the weird one and proclaims “I’m Enara, the tiefling rogue of Marshmire spoiler of safes and virgins!” Ok wow you really weren’t ready for all of this. She’s busy telling you about her backstory how her mother was a succubus and her father was a carpenter it goes on and on.

You manage to shut her up by stuffing one of her socks in her mouth. It seems like playing along is probably the best way to put an end to this.
“Tricksy rogue I come bearing a quest that I would entrust to no other! Your quest, should you accept it, is to infiltrate the lair of your fair father with great stealth and deliver him unto me. Do you understand?”
Her pupils dilate and her eyes glitter with mischief she nods.
“Very well make haste!” You throw the used sock aside and let her get to work.