Of Course You Can Try My Lipstick, Jimmy

"Now purse your lips...see? It just takes a little practice," Lois Lane said as Jimmy stared at the bathroom mirror, his freckled face now adorned with bright pink lipstick.

"I think I can taste it," he said.

"That happens," Lois said. Instinctively, she smoothed back his hair. "Have you ever thought about growing this out? I mean, it's fine as a pixie cut, but you'd look so cute with some bangs."

"You think so?" Jimmy blushed.

A part of the reporter said that she shouldn't encourage him...but then, she had always thought that perhaps Jimmy had been a bit in the closet about his gender identity and sexuality. If wearing a woman's clothes and putting on a little makeup—and sucking a cock—made him happy, she wasn't going to pop his particular balloon.

"Is it...always like that? With...sucking cock, I mean," Jimmy's face burned.

"Well, that was my first time doing it with someone else," Lois said with a smile. "But no, it's not always so rough and fast. Most guys, they appreciate if you take your time...and dicks are sensitive. Easy to hurt, if you're too rough. It's better to take your time...slurp a little...try to stare them in the eye...maybe finger their butt, if they're into that."

Jimmy's big blue eyes were wide. Lois didn't want to think about the stains he was probably making in her panties right now.

"Can we...do that again sometime?"

Lois sighed. She really shouldn't encourage him.

"Maybe. First things first, we need to..."