You do as you are told.

Of course you do as you are told. You skip gleefully to the bathroom and hop in the shower, nice and warm. The smell of breakfast in your nose. As you scrub yourself all over you can’t help but notice just how smooth and sexy your body is. How is it that I never really noticed how girly I am? It seems impossible that you would go your whole life without noticing. Sure you’ve been mistaken for a girl before as a kid, but this almost seems magical somehow.

You hop out, dry off, and look in the mirror at the beautiful blonde with pink highlights. A little eyeshadow, eyeliner, a bit of pink gloss. You kiss at yourself. “Fuck.” You whisper, “My boobs are bigger I think.” You cup them, no, maybe not, they wouldn’t even be A cups, but your recently pierced nipples are oh so perky. You turn around, back ever so slightly arched. “All this fucking is making my ass look hot as hell. She’s right. I’m a trap or whatever that other one was. Eeep.” You clutch your hands into fists and gleefully wiggle. You shake it off and stride proudly out the door and head to the bedroom to get some clothes. Nut sure what exactly you were given.

She catches you after a few steps. “Where are you going you sexy little bitch?”

She pulls you in for a kiss. “To get dressed.” You answer quietly, her face so close.

She points to the little table, “No, I’ll grab you a robe, then we eat, then I want your cock in me. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.” You say smiling.

She smacks your ass, you yelp and hop, then giggle. She returns with a pink silk robe, it hugs your skin. “There you go. My sexy little slut.”

Another quick kiss, then the two of you munch down the wonderful breakfast. You let her know about school, photography, and discuss favorite movies, cars, and more. She tries her best to persuade you that motorcycles are better than cars, but you can’t be swayed. You tell her about your recent contest win, and she decides that you should either buy a cool new sports car, or a used motorcycle that she can train you to ride.

“I should really use the money for school.” You eventually decide. But she is persuasive, it would be fun.

Breakfast long over, she sets her napkin on the table. “Mmm, that was good. Now to the bedroom for dessert.” She stands. You follow. She looks at her dildo collection and asks, “Want me to fuck you a little first, to get you in the mood?”