You drive to the party

Claire blazed the radio as I was stuck in my thoughts on Claire and Jackie’s relationship had been, and the type of relationship I had to emulate as “Jackie”. I was still wet from the sexual escapade push upon me by Claire, a girl I had a crush on since middle school and assumed was a nice, gentle girl. Many times in the past I had jacked off to pictures of Claire on Basebook. However, tonight my deepest desires had been pushed upon me by Claire herself, but instead of me penetrating and dominating her, she had put me in a different type of position. The domination she had over me sexually was thrilling and I craved it again, and was excited to provoke another episode of her lust against my new feminine form. Perhaps tonight, after the party, I could somehow get more of this deviant Claire I had experienced.

Along the drive, Claire was provoking conversations and I listened to them intently. As she talked, I was lusting for her body, but I followed the conversations well. We talked about shows, people at the party, and even fashion – my male preferences were even taking well with Claire. She believed I was the Jackie she knew for years, her oldest friend, and I loved that I slipped in so well as my sister. How long could I really keep this up though? Perhaps Claire’s relationship with Jackie was so strong that she noticed something was off but didn’t want to ask in consideration for Jackie. Maybe I seemed off as Jackie in subtle ways? What if I don’t know something?

Claire clicked the radio off, “So, almost there. I’m gonna get wasted, so make sure I don’t do anything stupid.”

“Alright, but you can do something stupid with me instead,” I said, rubbing my legs together.

Claire smirked, “Maybe after the party… but you got to talk to Jared!”

I pouted, “Fine… but keep your word!”

We slammed out of Claire’s Yamry and walked across the street to a house bustling with voices. Every window I could see was littered with the shadows of excited occupants. There was a strange feeling in my stomach, knowing I was going to be surrounded by people looking like this. My body jiggling made clear that I was had an especially unusual appearance by my standards. It felt almost like walking into the party naked, with the skirt especially, and it thrilled me a bit. Underneath my cute skirt and panties, I was dripping wet with excitement.

Claire opened the door and the smell of liquor, perfume, and other smells overwhelmed my nose. Suddenly, everyone was looking at me as I entered the house.

“Who’s that, Claire? Jackie? HIII!!!,” screamed one girl in the crowd. I smiled and waved back.

“Hi!!!!” I screamed excitedly, attempting to match her enthusiasm. Instantly, the girl unhooked herself from a guy’s arm and squeezed through the crowd to us.

“JACKIE! You haven’t been out for weeks! How are you doing?” She asked.

“I’m doing fine! My parents are on vacation right now, so I thought I’d have some fun.” I said, smiling as much as I could. Who am I talking to!? Someone say her name.

“Are you not wearing a bra? That’s daring… haha. Are you trying to … seduce Jared!”, she whispered loudly.

I looked down at my chest and saw that my nipples were poking through my tight shirt.

“Oh my god, shut up Rachel!”

My eyes went wide open as I tried to comprehend why I said that. Her name? I didn’t know her name, did I? Now that I look at her, she does look like a Rachel somehow.

“What’s wrong? Did you forget something?” Rachel said.

“No, I just remembered something. Don’t worry about it,” I smiled and tried to move the conversation along.

I looked around for a second and noticed a guy looking at me, or rather, down me. Wait, his friend, too. Ohoho. I looked down myself quickly, to see my new curvy body that I was now wearing. They want it - they want to do things to this body as well. However, I, was doing things to this body that they’d never be able to imagine, and it felt nice to flaunt her flesh in front of them. They saw a cute, girly Jackie – but in reality, the Jackie they saw was not there – and they were unaware that her perverted, younger brother had wormed into her tight, curvy body.

As Rachel talked about how they had helped to organize party, I began to move my hips to music. The feeling was amazing, I could feel my tits and ass swing separately from my body and as I switched directions, I could feel them resist following. The sensation of this bodily rhythm was amazing, I pushed my thighs together and could feel cold air against my pussy as it rubbed together inside me. The boys I had caught looking at me were now glaring at me, exciting me even more.

“So… want to play beer pong or something?” Rachel asked.

Beer pong was a little toooo much attention.

“Uh… I don’t know. I think I’ll just watch for now,” I responded hesitantly.

“Oh common, Jared’s playing too.”

Oh my god. I’m tired of this Jared guy… why the fuck does this guy keep coming up? How bad did my sister want to fuck this guy.

Claire grabbed my wrist roughly, “COME. ON. Let’s just go and watch.”

“Fine,” I responded.

We walked up the stairs to the second floor, and it opened up to a room bustling with spectators standing over a ping pong table. I quickly took an open spot of the couch nearby, but Claire glared over me menacingly. It was then that I began to realize that I was being very strongly pushed towards something by my friends, into doing something.