Keep this your little secret.

You cum so hard you can feel it in your fingernails and you realize a few truths immediately after. You are a gorgeous gurl and you never want to go back to being a boring boi. You are absolutely going to live the rest of your life enjoying your beautiful bimboi body. And you can not let your dad find out about this until you have secured a safe place to stay, a steady income, and a wardrobe that doesn't fit inside Wanda's bag.

You pull off of Wanda's pretty prick and quickly rush to the restroom to dispose of the 'DNA evidence' and clean yourself up. You return to the livingroom and make Wanda swear on her piercings not to tell your dad about your transformation. You slip out of Wanda's outfit and put on some boi clothes, but the itch is interminable. You rip them off panicking, "What the fuck, Wanda?! If I can't wear a boi disguise how am I supposed to hide this from my dickhead dad?!"

You are shaking as Wanda comes over and pulls you close. With your head surrounded by her comforting cushions you manage to stop hyperventilating long enough to hear, "Don't worry, Amy. It's just a topical reaction. You can hide girl stuff under the boi clothes and it will go away and no one will be the wiser. I've got some more back up undies in my car. I'll lend you enough to get you through the week and text you all the bimboi friendly laundries and lingerie shops nearby. A hefty hoody and loose pants and your dad won't notice a thing."

Wanda bolts outside leaving you to nervously fidget and figure out your next move. Obviously, you can't hide this forever...or can you? You try to remember the last time you have spent more than five minutes in the presence of your father in the last year. You spend all your time holed up in your room and half of what you wear is hoodies. All you have to do is keep your head down and find an outlet for your cravings between 'feedings'. You feel a scintillating shiver run down your spine as you imagine being a secret slut right under his nose. It's the ultimate thrill, having your cock and eating it too. By the time Wanda returns with your new silky stash, you are blushing and boned and biting your bottom lip to resist begging for another hard pounding.

"Here you go, Amy. We should find a safe place to stash these. Def not under your bed or in your drawers. I recommend a vacuum sealed bag buried under your dirty clothes. Garnish with a few cum filled socks and dad is guaranteed to leave them alone." Wanda gives you a sad, knowing smile and you get the impression she has had to practice what she preaches. You slip into a proffered pair of pink panties and your skin thankfully doesn't itch when you pull a pair of pajama pants over them. Similarly, your skin doesn't sting after placing your perky puppies in a sheer bra and sliding a shirt and heavy hoodie over it.

You check yourself out using your phone's camera and you think you could still pass as a boi if no one looks too closely. 'Luckily' for you, no one has looked closely at you for years. You smile slyly, imagining all the trouble you could get into and then slip back into the crowd unnoticed and untouchable. All this imagining has your body going into overdrive, your skin shivers with cold sweats and flushes with a fiery fever. You feel so achingly empty, and what better time to practice getting away with your sissy secret than the present? You turn to Wanda and say in your best faux baritone, "Hey, bitch, you wanna come up to my room and fool around?"

Before you know it, you are upstairs with Becca's hands mauling your tender titties and fat cock filling your ass. You watch your rapturous reflection in the full length mirror with your pants pulled down just far enough to fuck you and tantalizing glimpses of your breasts as Wanda's hungry hands slide under your hoodie. You've only been a secret sissy for a short time, but you already get a giddy, guilty thrill from 'crossdressing' as a boi. It's so perverse pretending to be what you told yourself you were for years only with a silky secret giving away the real you to those fortunate enough to earn a peek.

You feel your bimboi cunt clench and quiver uncontrollably as climax after climax is pounded into you and spurt after spurt coats the mirror making you look like a cum covered closet case. It turns out it's a good look for you. So much so that you can't resist pulling off the punk's pistoning prick to start sucking her wildly, all the while watching yourself out of the corner of your eye. Her cock tastes so much better with your new tainted tastebuds, and the 'loss' of your gag reflex is amply compensated for by adding a guhgillion new nerve endings that are almost as sensitive as your cunt. Your feel your throat cumming before Wanda does, and you don't slow down slamming your face onto her fuckstick until long after she explodes down your hungry hole.

You finally feel like you can breathe again. You feel a full body glow that lasts long after you change into a oversized sleep shirt and slip under the covers. You are a little disappointed that Wanda doesn't kiss you goodnight, but you strongly suspect that if she did, neither of you would get sleep tonite. Instead, you slip peacefully into slumber, feeling safe and secure and somehow sure your secret will stay safe even after your dad gets home.