Sasha meets Trixie

“Um… Hi” John said voice hardly audible as he quickly waved his hand. So much was going on and he was having a hard time following any of it right now. His thoughts felt sluggish, like when he walked through thick mud. His ass and hips felt stretched out like he had been stung by a jellyfish and while that was also true for his chest, that felt worse. The computer… Hanna it had done and he wasn’t really sure why. He had seen how his hair was now blonde and cut into a bob cut and wow… he had tits. His brain moving back to his chest as he looked down at the mounds pressing out from the floral dress he was wearing. His eyes widened looking at the short dress he was wearing, down his smooth shaven legs and to the pair of heels he wore. It had seen them before, but it was all just starting to come together.

Looking up at Sasha and Della he brought both of his hands up to his chest and the mounds up and together. They were sore and while part of his mind ranted and yelled at having them it was slow to push through the fog, while the more primitive part of his mind was just happy to see breasts. “I have tits!” The angry part of his brain tried to push through, but instead of sounding upset it came more that he was impressed because of how great they looked. Soon as he said the words he felt mortified, that was his girlfriend and Della had introduced him as someone… Trixie. She had introduced him as Trixie.

“Not the typical greeting I get when I meet someone new, but it is awesome that you so proud of your body. Do you have a boyfriend you get to show it off too?” Sasha smirked as she teased her boyfriend, soon to be ex. She wasn’t sure why he said that, but his large mascara covered eyes told her he wished he hadn’t. She looked him up and down, Trixie looked incredible and she wasn’t sure how their come system pulled it off, her chest looked so real. Heck if she didn’t know better she wouldn’t have thought Trixie was John at all. The way she leaned forward slightly pressing her chest up and together, batting her eyes lashes at her as her eyes went wide. It was like Trixie was trying to seduce her. The way the disguised man looked and those actons along with how Trixie shook her head at the question made Sasha want to push it further.

“No? Oh I get it, you're not the type of girl to settle down with just one boy. You play the field, wow, umm. You get it girl, I could never act like that myself. How long is your cousin in town for?”

Della could see her brother looking at her with a worried expression from the comments. He was obviously uncomfortable. Seeing this now and understanding how much power she now had over her older brother she wanted to see how far she could push him. Stepping over to him Della put her hand around her brother’s waist and whispered. “Play along so you can get out of this.”

“Trixie has never had much of a problem with letting her slut flag fly.” From the corner of her eye she could see her brothers blonde hair turn as his eyes looked at the side of her face.

“No I’m not.” Even with how upset he was John just wasn’t able to bring himself to get physically riled up or raise his voice. It came out small and softer almost like he was whining.

“No need to hide who you are, Sasha knows how much of a double standard it is for boys to be allowed to sleep around, but when girls do it they are labeled a slut. If nothing is wrong with a guy doing it, then there is nothing wrong with being a slut.”

He lost track of what she was saying as he tried to figure out what was going on. Not only did his thoughts feel slower, but it was like he could only focus on a few things at a time. Della… she. She told Hanna to lock the door and to unlock it earlier, this was her doing, but how? He was the admin, he was older and in charge. God his body was sore and his feet were uncomfortable. He looked down at his feet, picking up one to inspect the heeled shoe he was wearing.

“Those are pretty shoes, where did you get them?” John blinked a few times, fluttering his lashes as he looked at Sasha. The voice was directed at him and it pulled him out of his thoughts on what was going on. He just pointed to the wall where Hanna had pulled him into to be dressed.

“Her parents were so mad at her, not only had she broken her phone before she came here, but she was so upset about it she forgot to put her suitcases in the car. If Trixie and I couldn’t share clothes I bet her parents would have grounded her for the rest of the year.” His parents, his father would be mad if he found out he was wearing girls clothes and thinking about them calling when they arrived overseas fille dhim with dread.

“Aww that is too bad, maybe the three of us could go shopping sometime, but it is super nice to get to know you, Trixie. My parents have left me alone when they went on a trip before, but none of my cousins came to visit and spend time with me. So tell me about yourself, beyond you having nice breasts and being boy crazy I mean.” Sasha laughed unable to contain herself at the thought of her boyfriend who had a hard time accepting no for an answer about sex being boy crazy. Most people thought she was a prude, that wasn’t the case. She just wasn’t that open about those sort of things and really she didn’t want to go any further than giving him a hand job from time to time.

“What about me?”

How uncomfortable he was, was more than clear to Della, but she wasn’t sure why he was acting like such an airhead. “Yeah, you know. For instance back in highschool I was doing track and field, was part of the future business leaders of america. One year I was even on the chess club, but I dropped that after people started bullying me for being such a nerd. From the looks of you, I bet you are a cheerleader. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Close, she has always wanted to be, but just recently got her grades high enough to be allowed on the team. She was just telling me about how excited you were about finally being allowed to try out for the team before you came over. Weren’t you Trixie?” Della slid her arm away from her brother’s waist before bumping her hip into his.

Catching himself on the bedpost he gave an small smile, hardly enable to keep up with the two of them talking. If they had been talking at the same time or a third person was here he wasn’t sure how much he could grasp. His mind might try to listen to everything and get nothing from it or be completely ignorant to part of the conversation. One thing was for sure though, Sasha needed to leave so that he could talk to his sister and figure out what was going on. “Yeah, yeah cheerleading. I love cheerleading.”

The phone in Della’s pocket beeped with a notification from Hanna.

Hanna: User Trixie has indicated her love for cheerleading and boys in conversation. Requesting permission to update profile

“I knew you would and hey I was expecting to find John here, but at home I was just going to watch some reruns of Gilmore Girls. Would the two of you like to do that or did you have something else in mind?”

Either Sasha didn’t see him shake his head to the question or she ignored him completely. He hated that show and he needed her to leave. “Sure, do you think we could maybe watch it from the first episode? I know Trixie here would love the show, but just has never seen it. Why don’t you head downstairs, I need to talk to my cousin privately for a second.”

Sasha’s face lit up at the idea of making her soon to be ex boyfriend sit through the show. She started toward the door, but then turned back. “What do the two of you think about getting some Indian food? I could really go for some naan.”.

The look on his sister's face already told him he wouldn’t be getting what he wanted, but her not sticking to that deal was the last of his worries. “Yeah, naan is good.” John replied, just wanting his girlfriend to go. Today her brunette hair looked shiny and straight with a white hairband, which meant she took the time to work on her naturally frizzy hair. She had on minimal makeup, eyeliner, light blush and lip gloss, that much was normal for her and he loved looking at her through her glasses. He always had a thing for girls with glasses and if Sasha wasn’t such a prude he was sure they would have been fucking like bunnies at this point in their relationship. As she left his foggy mind hadn’t even had the chance to really take in what she was wearing.

When the door closed John collapsed into a sitting position on his bed, like strings had been cut. His nerves were shot and he didn’t know what was going on and couldn’t think straight to put it together. “Della, I don’t know what is going on and I need help. Something is wrong with Hanna.”