Reluctantly he does

I agreed to stephanie’s plan. As much as I didn’t want to go further down this rabbit hole, it was better than risking anyone recognizing me. Going along with this plan ensured the only ones who knew about my **** experience into cross dressing were Steph and me. Obviously it would be preferable if it didn’t happen and I didn’t have to go to the mall, but that seemed inevitable at this point.

With that, I nodded to stephanie and said quietly and with more than a fair share of shame, “fine stephanie, let’s do it, but please don’t go overboard.”

She squealed with excitement and dragged me to her room. I couldn’t help but glance at the desk I defiled, which thankfully was clean now, and the chair where she fingered my ass while she rummaged through her closet. As I looked at the chair and thought of that experience with Steph, I felt a jolt through my body and my cock jump in its cage. Quickly I looked away, choosing to ignore that strange phenomenon and look around the room.

Her room was surprisingly tidy, no clothes strewn about, bed perfectly made and nothing out of place, except a shoe box poking out from under her bed. I wondered if that was where she kept the dildo she had up her ass the other day and bit my lip as thoughts of her sexy frame bouncing on that thing filled my mind. Once again my cock tried to get hard in its little cage but was denied, and I groaned internally at being denied a simple boner.

Finally, Steph turned around, causing me to quickly shift my gaze to her. I hope she didn’t notice I was staring at that, but if she had, she said nothing about it. Without a word she walked over and pulled the shirt up until I lifted my arms to comply. As it reached my eye level, she stoped and lightly pinched one of my nipples without warning. “Aaahhh!” The noise escaped my mouth, a mix of surprise and something between pain and intrigue, which caused her to giggle as she started fitting the forms onto me.

They felt strangely heavy as she affixed them to my chest and I had to work hard not to slouch as she finished getting them on. I went to pull down the shirt, but felt her mouth on my breast form, which surprisingly sent another burst of feeling through my body and a gasp to escape my lips. As my caged cock jumped once again, Steph lowered my shirt and said happily, “these breast forms are special, they actually connect to your real nipples, so it’s like you have your own cute little tits. Of course you’ll get the real thing at some point.”

“Wait wha-ahhhhh!” I went to ask what she was talking about, but before I could, her mouth dove on my tit, breast form, whatever. I wanted to tell her to stop, but it was the closest I had gotten to release since this madness started. As her tongue ran over my nipple and she sucked in the whole thing through the shirt, I felt pleasure flow through my body in waves. Every time her tongue hit the tip, or she inhaled, a fresh burst broke through my body. It took everything in me not to beg her to continue when she stopped. I was panting and her grinning broadly as she dragged me to the bathroom and started applying make up to me.

I couldn’t tell you what she put on or how long or short it took. My mind was preoccupied with the strange feelings I knew I shouldn’t have enjoyed. Before I knew it, I was back in her room, face contoured to hide the few masculine features, lips a gentle pink, and a light touch of eye shadow bringing out my eyes and the new longer lashes accompanying them. I hated to admit it, but between the b cup tits, the feminine attire and now the make up, I could barely tell there was a man under there, maybe not even at all.