You get ready for Claire

“Fuck… FUCK. Shit.” I cursed aloud.

Can I tell her to go home? She’s almost here though. She’ll just beg me and things will get weird. Can I pull it off? If I act like Jackie, could I just go along with this and come back here later?

Unconsciously, I was rubbing my wet slit thinking, how hard could it be to be Jackie. As I realized what I was doing, I stopped in panic and threw the sheets off myself revealing the horny, girly mess I had become. A dark stain darkened the bed-lining and a slimy, shiny film covered my groin and thigh. Claire was coming! In my panic I grabbed the fur covers and wiped myself clean. However, a strong scent hit me as I cleaned my new smooth, white skin. The very strong odorous scent of my messy sex was strongly radiating from the otherwise cute and girly bed, evidence of the sins I had committed in my sister’s body. Nonetheless, I couldn’t resist and clenched the sheets as I brought them up to my face and breathed in the carnal perfume.

“Mmmm~” I moaned, in character with my girlish form.

“Fuck!”

Exiting the bed, I looked back once again. Evidence. Evidence. There was nothing I could do, so I covered my sins in sheets and made the bed, put away my new vibrating toy, and sniffed the air. I realized I may have formed a tolerance to the smell, being enveloped in it while I worked pleasure from my new body. It was probably stronger than I thought, but something had a stronger odor I had to address. My pussy was wiped dry, but a sticky sensation covered my thighs and a wet sensation still lingered up inside me.

I grabbed a towel and ran into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. My mind was lost in panic, but faded away as I hurriedly washed myself clean. My sister’s body had way more places to wash, and my hands wondered every curve and slid across the slick skin leaving a pleasurably sensation. I washed my thighs and groin, pondering how I should clean up her insides. My fingers rubbed inside my slit, but instead of cleaning up a mess, my lingering heat grew in intensity and so did the wetness. Fuck. Was it because I was a man inside a woman’s body? How am I going to deal with this constant wet horniness? I groaned and forfeited my attempt and rinsed my long, stringy hair one last time before shutting off the water and climbing out of the shower. A smell of flowery shampoo filled the bathroom as steam fell out of the shower. I had an urge to wipe the steamed mirror and look at my body and ass once more but I withheld and started to dry my hair. Brushing, and brushing, drying, it was tedious; but its softness flowed against me and began to heat me up again. Dammit. Everything, everything is hot.

Distracting myself I grabbed the panties might sister had left and pulled them up against my pussy, their embrace of softness laid unnaturally flat against my streamlined groin. Immediately, the heat consumed me. No, no, no! I hurried to the skirt… a skirt? I pulled it up to cover my erotic panties, but even concealed, I felt the draft of my **** ass and my imagination began to wonder. Skirts were girly to an almost taboo level, shameful to my male nature, but in this curvy body I had taken it was permitted, a justice to the body itself. To me, it was hotter than being naked and before long, the warmth inside me was again leaking out onto the cute panties and turning frigid against the air. There was nothing I could do that wouldn’t get this body hot! I moved on quickly to the bra and pulled it up against my moderate breasts. Clipping it like a natural, I felt the weight of my orbs in their clothe frame. Finally, the shirt, a graphic T of some band that held tightly against my body, revealing my bra and curves.

I stood for a second, admiring how well I had recreated my sister’s look, but I felt an urge to customize her a bit and grinned. I was oddly feeling a bit, daring, and in addition to the uncomfortableness, I reached behind my shirt and undid the bra beneath the cloth and it fell to the ground. My nipples peered through the shirt and I giggled, why not? I played with the breasts so nicely visibly even behind clothe, and I liked it. I wanted my version of Jackie to feel a bit more… natural.

I skipped to my room and grabbed my phone, and saw a message from Claire just a few minutes earlier.

[ “outside. Let me in” ]

[ “hurry you bitch lol” ]

Oh man, I loved her response, and responded: [ “no ;p” ]

Putting the phone down, I rushed through my door and downstairs to the front, flinging open the door.

“BITCH!” I giggled.

Claire had been distracted by message and wore a startled face.

She smiled and laughed, “Sure am! Let me in, I need to use your makeup! Wait, are you not going to wear any? You told me you’d be ready before I got out of work!”

She frowned at me.

“I know, I know. I just finished taking a shower! I got a little distracted. I think I’ll go without it tonight!” I sneered.

Claire was completely unaware that her friend’s brother was inside her best friend! As she walked by, I turned and shut the door. In that moment, I felt wetter than before. Impersonating Jackie was turning me on, and while previously I had been worried, slowly I wanted more of this deception, this recognition as “Jackie”.

I jumped up the stairs behind Claire and we retreated into my room before closing the door. Claire quickly moved to the top drawer of my dresser and pulled out a few instruments and shifted across the room to the tall mirror. She patted her face with a powdered pad before pausing and staring closer at the mirror. My heart sunk, she saw the print of lips I had placed while kissing my sister’s reflection in the mirror. Her face was expressionless, and then shortly after, I could hear the frightening noise of her sniffing the air. Could she... ? She was frozen, thinking, and then quickly went back to tending her face.

I sat petrified on the bed, but still, my heat grew and my panties dampened even further.

Finally she spoke up, her face still focused on itself.

“So… how’d you get distracted?” She asked.

“Huh?” I responded, a trembling in my voice.

“You said you took a while because you got distracted.”

I gulped. “I, uh… was just talking to my brother before he went to his friend’s house and lost track of time.”

Claire snapped the makeup closed, and placed it on the dresser before turning and leaning on it, her hands crossed and her face glaring at me intensely.

“You don’t usually talk much to your brother, you always call him a ‘gross little brother’…”

Does she know!?... how could she know I’m not Jackie. How would she find such a thing out so quickly!? A person becoming another person, taking their body… I would have nothing thought such a thing was possible until today.

Claire grew impatient and quipped again, “You’re acting more innocent that usual, that’s not like you at all.”

She walked up to me with a jaunt, her hips swaying in an unusually sensual way, a side I had never seen from Claire until today. She grew closer and closer as my mind struggled to understand my own situation and in that fear I let out a moan.

“ah~ I… I…”

Claire reached out to my shoulder and pushed me down onto the bed sheets, her leg pinning me down as she continued closer towards my face, no, my ear. I moaned again, what was she going to do… how…

“Cuter too~” She whispered quietly into my ear.

She lingered beside my ear as I felt her hand grab my breast, squeezing it roughly.

“AHH~”, I moaned out in my sister’s voice

She pinched my nipple and slowly traversed further along the curves of her friend’s stolen body. Down, down, down… before her hand rotated against my slender stomach and slipped beneath the band of my girly skirt. Her fingers grew focused and drew down to the lowest point of my drenched slit before stopping, and then suddenly digging deep into my hot, wet pussy.

“AAHHH FUCK~” I exclaimed.

Claire was startled by my loud reaction and then giggled.

“Who were you masturbating to, me or Jared?” She questioned.

I was confused, and in heat, and for some reason I cried out.

“BOTH… both…”

She laughed again, “Jackie you little slut…”

Her face moved back in front of me and I could see her smiling smugly, her face covered in red. It moved closer before our foreheads touched, and for some reason I giggled and a smile stretched across my face, then she tilted downward quickly in that moment and her tongue penetrated my mouth. For a moment I was lost in the kiss, but shortly after she began feverishly fingering upward into my sister’s tight pussy, sending jolts into my body and sending my back up, up, up into the air and pushing my soft breasts against hers. She was rough, but I loved it, and she knew exactly what she was doing. I moaned and gasped, but her mouth worked to keep the seal, I could taste her with every breath. Her saliva leaked into me, I could feel into dripping down against my teeth and mouth, even out across my lips. My pussy clenched tightly against her fingers, and I could feel their shapes and rhythms - she was moving them in just the right way. My breaths rattled as I was overwhelmed, and my body jerked and jerked as I grew closer and closer.

“Mresh, mresh…” My voice muffled by Jackie’s mouth called out, “Mre-YES”

I exclaimed as she pulled off of me, preventing me from cumming.

“Mreahhh… WHY!?”

Claire leaned up in the bed with her startled face, “Jackie… you’re really in the mood tonight aren’t you? If you really want something… you need to talk to Jared like you’ve been saying for WEEKS!”

Jared? I felt a strange pain in my chest. I cried out in frustration, but didn’t know how to respond.

“You know I’m right… That’s your mission tonight! Talk to Jared! Everyone will be drunk. Come on. Get up! It’ll be easy.”

Lost in heat, I sulked like a child and rolled along the sheets and fell onto my feet. My maneuver was obviously unusual and prompted laughter from Claire.

“Haha. What the fuck Jackie. Grab your purse, I’ll drive.”

Grabbing the purse hanging off the headboard of my bed, I followed Claire towards an uncertain fate - my head clouded with desire and panties soaked with my own juices.