Get Ready for Tomorrow

"I'm gonna go clean this off now tho. When I get back here you better have some pants either on or to try on for the office tomorrow." Amy said entering the bathroom.

"Wha?? Oh yea sure." Brendan replied trying to recover from cuming twice and still processing everything that had just happened. 'Jesus I feel bad for calling those guys weirdos all this time. If I had known they felt like this.....' he mused as he slid the yoga pants the rest of the way down his thighs as he made his way to his closet. He turned to get a better look at his new ass in the mirror as he passed it. 'Damn if it isn't fine as hell tho. Amy did a good job picking out those pants. Wait a minute what the fuck is that?!?!'

It looked like someone had drawn on his leg with some markers. He licked his finger and tried to wipe it away but it wasn't coming off. Almost like it was a tattoo.

"Amy! Why does it look like someone to a marker to my leg?!?" He shouted.

"Cause I did! Let me see!" She said emerging from the bathroom with a towel in her hand.

"Wait you did? Why? Am I going to find you drew on my face as well?" Brendan said examining his face in the mirror.

"No this is all I did. Remember how earlier when you had the goth makeup it stayed on your face when I hit the button the first time? Well I wondered if that would work if I drew something on you." She explained as she started vigorously rubbing at the drawing. "So since we were going to hide this fine ass from everyone I figured I might as well test it now and drew this nice little flower on you!"

"Is that what it's supposed to be?"

"Oh everyone's a critic!" Amy said rubbing even harder and causing Brendan a bit of pain.

"Ow! ok ok it's not coming off it works!" Brendan said pushing her off and massaging his thigh as it had already started turning red. "Looks like it worked now we can give me Crayola tattoos. Horary.... How are we going to get this off then?"

"I mean figured some makeup should work fine. Women already cover up stuff worse than this all the time. Now I think you were supposed to be doing something other than checking out your own ass when I left you." She said sitting back down on the bed. The next few hours consisted of Brendan giving a fashion show through his wardrobe for Amy's amusement. After a while they had settled on a lineup for the week.

"A little loose around the waist and a bit to long but it should be fine." Brendan commented posing for the mirror. It seemed that he was right and the new legs had taken a couple inches off his height. While his rear poked out when he bent over that he was just going to have to avoid this week.

"Yea. I think the same thing." Amy said standing up. "Well while I brought plenty of clothes here not quite enough of them are mine yet so I really need to be going if I'm going to be presentable tomorrow."

"Do you really have to?" Brendan said walking close to her and planting a loving kiss on her lips.

"Mmmhhh." Amy moaned as she finally broke it off. "I really wish I didn't. I'd have loved to spend more time with this fine ass of yours." she smiled grabbing a handful of his rear.

"Oh you'll see it tomorrow." Brendan responded. "But isn't there something else you need to do before you leave?"

"Hmmm" Amy said putting a mocking finger to her lips. "Now what could that be. I have my keys and my purse....."

"The feet thing."

"The feet thing?!?! What ever could that mean?"

"Come on Amy. I still have a foot fetish."

"Oh goodness!" She said in mock surprise. "Most men keep that to themselves you know Brendan. I suggest you do the same." She said as she shut the door behind herself.

"No! Amy!" Brendan called after her but he knew she wasn't going to be swayed. He sighed as he undressed for bed. Dropping his pants he was greeted with his miniscule cock standing at attention. It had been easy to hide his arousal from Amy... he hoped. She had spent the last hour or so teasing him with her stupid sexy feet, but he wasn't going to let her win. He was surprised the little thing was standing at attention already after the work it had gotten in such a small amount of time. But he guessed there may be more than a few things to learn about his new pecker. "Well little guy how do you wanna handle this? Looking up feet pics on the internet or standing in front of the mirror?"