You seduce Sam.

"My first day as a sissy succubus and already my slutty Mommy is trying to steal my prey." You leave a smile in your voice so Mommy knows you're kidding and begin drying off while she looks on proudly.

You put on the same outfit as yesterday, noticing it fits a little tighter already. You hadn't noticed in the shower, but the pills have already given you the hint of cleavage as your almost A-cups peek out and the upper puffy ring of your areolas are visible. Your ass makes the skirt bulge obscenely from behind, no longer fully covered by the pink pleather. Your sissy cock bulges even more obscenely in your new white silken tights. You are ready for Sam, and you know he's not ready for you. Mommy promises to keep out of sight but says she hopes you'll share your leftovers with her.

You smile hungrily as you text him. "Bored. Hungry. Come over and we'll play and eat." You are sure he is expecting the usual pizza and playstation and when he replies back...

"Sure thing. Get ready to get your ass pounded." You have to smile. He usually does beat you at every game you play, but this is one you will win. You suspect you have a head start. He's always read only slightly less effeminate than you, but he never seemed as frustrated by the taunts of "sissy, fag, or the favorite nickname for you two: lesbo lovers".

You wonder if he was just more comfortable in his own skin, or if he already had a secret sissy side he hadn't shared with you. Either way, you are confident you can turn him out tonight, and only the eensiest bit horrified he will reject you and find you a repulsive freak...

DING DONG

"About time...I'm staaaaaarving." You purr to yourself, whether for practice or if it is just starting to come naturally, you aren't sure. You are sure of one thing, Sam's stunned expression isn't one of repulsion, but reverent revelation...

"Brian?! Is that you? You look...you look...amazing!" Sam's face grows fetchingly flush. His bee stung lips hang open in shock, or possibly desire. You push up his dainty chin and lead him inside.

"It's Barbie now, sweety. Now pull your jaw off the floor. We don't want you filling up on flies before it's time for the MAIN COURSE." You sway seductively as you lead him up to your room. You take the steps very sloooowly, letting him ogle your plump cheeks. You giggle as you hear him panting halfway up the stairs. "Out of breath already? We need to get you to WORK OUT more."

Sam follows you in your room, still looking stunned but also starving. His gaze is ravenous but **** as he takes you in, too shy to stare but to captivated to look away. You are feeling much less ambivalent. You stare openly at him, undressing him with your eyes and loving how uncomfortable and hopeful it makes him look. Sam is dressed in what could be generously described as "gender neutral" clothing. A pastel form fitting top and skinny cut jeans that show off the junk in his trunk and the not entirely unimpressive bulge in his jeans. You smile noticing he can't stop sneaking peeks at yours, and noticing you're bigger than he is.

"So what kind of game did you want to play?" You purr seductively, drinking in his stammering indecision.

"I...I...don't...maybe we could...well if you want to...or maybe...what do you think, Barbie?" He shifts nervously from foot to foot. You slowly make your way towards him, holding him in place with a predatory stare. He skitters backward at the last second, pinning himself to the wall. You giggle musically, like a siren calling a sailor to the rocks. You put one arm on side of Sam and lean in until your lips are a breath's away from his.

"I was wondering if you would look as cute in my clothes as I do. And I can tell by your shy little stares you hope I won't notice, that you've been wondering how I look out of them. So I was thinking we could play a fun little game of swappies. For every article of clothing I take off, you have to put them on."

Sam nods dumbly. You aren't sure if he's signaling his understanding of the game, or his agreement to the rules, and he probably isn't sure either. Either way, you know he'll play when you start peeling off your clothes.

"But first, let me help you out of these boring boy clothes." You can see him open his mouth to protest, but you quiet him a kiss before he can find the words on the tip of his tongue. You suck the words right off his tongue and slide your own inside his mouth. "Yes...yessss...yesssssss..."

You unzip his skinny jeans and giggle inwardly at his tighty whiteys that peel off with them. He is already hard and dripping, an average six inches...still, twice your size only days prior. He hurriedly kicks off his shoes and socks and whimpers as you break the kiss to lift his shirt off. He whimpers even more as you suck on his hard, dark nipples as he struggles to get his shirt over his head. Now he is naked, drooling, achingly hard, and completely at your mercy. Part of you wants to turn him around and fuck his pert little ass right here and now, and you know way more than part of him probably hopes you will...but you want to toy with him before you turn him completely.

"Hmmm...these tights are so constricting around my thick...kneadable ass and my hard...throbbing cock..." you see Sam's boy dick bounce and dribble as you tease him. He especially zeroes in when you mention your cock. Mommy was right when she told you to always refer to it as a clit with studs and a cock with sissies. As you peel off your tights, he can't take his eyes off it, no longer looking away even as you catch him peeking. He moans as he slides the tights over his aching cock. You resist sucking his little dollop of precum staining your tights.

"I think this top would look cuter on you, don't you, Samantha?" He whimpers at the first sound of his new name. He probably tells himself it's because he's staring at your soft handfuls of teen titties and hard, puffy mouthfuls of swollen nipples. With the top and tights, he's looking decidedly girlish, and his bashful blush makes him look like he's wearing rouge.

"I think this skirt is too small for me. It should fit your HEE HEE measurements much better." Samantha isn't sure if you're making fun of her ass or her cock as both are cute, but decidedly smaller than yours. You can see her wrestle with the indecision of which she should be more embarrased at coming up short in, and you pounce on her moment of hesitation as she is fully dressed and off balance...

You pin her to the wall again with another kiss, grinding your naked body against her tight pleather and silk encased form, sliding your hands over and under her clothes, confusing her with greedy gropes and seductive strokes. She is putty in your hand. You could shatter her into a million pieces or mold her into a beautiful sissy.

You have always loved Sam as a friend, shouldn't you love Samantha as a girlfriend?