Better than he thought

As she dragged me towards my mirror I desperately wanted to pull away. Once I saw myself like this, I could never unsee it, but her grip was like iron. I pulled as hard as I could but she didn’t budge one bit and effortlessly dragged me in front of the mirror. In defiance I kept my gaze down until a hand jerked my face up and my jaw dropped.

I hadn’t noticed my short hair wasn’t so short anymore. It really creeps up on you when you don’t like getting hair cuts I guess. My normally short brown hair now fell into what looked almost like a pixie cut. Ordinarily I wouldn’t describe it as such, but given the rest of the ensemble, that’s how it felt to me.

With the pink crop top, I noticed how slender my frame was. Honestly Steph had thicker arms than I did, and since I always took care of my skin, from the neck down I looked like a petite girl that had mosquito bites. Not a hair was to be seen either and my belly button looked like it should have a stud in it. I shook that thought away quickly, but honestly that’s how easily my frame looked feminine.

Dragging my eyes down, i unfortunately couldn’t see a bulge in these tight short shorts, mostly due to the cage, but who knew if there would be one even without it? I hadn’t noticed before I put them on, but as I turned to examine myself, I noticed these were the types with the pockets coming out longer than the shorts themselves! Since my ass was bigger than Steph’s, these just barely made it over my ass and I had to admit, if I saw a girl wearing it like this, I’d give her a spank.

Finally I got down to my legs, which were framed in the thigh high socks. I saw a very feminine pair of legs framed sexily in their confines, making me ache to get hard thinking of a woman in them.

My cheeks burned in embarrassment as I took myself in and had to admit, if you got past the whole no tits and a guy thing, I looked damn good. I would never admit it to stephanie, but I also liked the feel of these clothes and how attractive I felt.

As I examined myself, stephanie came closer and started running her hands up my arms as she leaned in and whispered, “see, you look so much better like this don’t you?”

Part of me knew she was right, but I refused to admit it to her, no way would I let her win whatever sick game she was playing. I opened my mouth to tell her that, when she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. I felt something hard press against my ass as she bit my ear, eliciting a gasp from both surprises and a smidge of pleasure. What the fuck is pressing against me? Does she have a strap on under her clothes? I turned to face her and before I could get a word out, she kissed me hard.

I was backed up against the wall as her tongue over powered my own and a hand snaked down my body to squeeze my ass. Before I knew it, I was following her lead, relaxing into the kiss and letting her take the lead. Her hands brought sweet electricity through their touch, hitting all over my body as she explored. She grabbed one of my asscheeks and squeezed hard, brining out a moan i couldn’t explain as she moved her hand down and brought my leg around her.

As quickly as it started, she pulled away. We both breathed hard as a trail of spit connected us. Both our eyes burning with lust. My cock ached in its cage, once more driving me nuts with its lack of release for days while I have been teased, made out with and even had a finger in my ass.

She recovered her breath first and gave me a predatory smile, asking, “now how about a quick trip to the mall?”

What the fuck? Why the hell is she bringing up the mall after we just made out?