Author's note:
It's just a work of fiction folks.
Ch.02
The crab angel hair pasta that Becca bought me was amazing. Marciano's didn't look like much from outside but was a really great mom and pop place where everyone was treated like family. We waddled out of there well satiated after the pasta and a huge serve of tangerine chocolate semifreddo for dessert. Mrs Marciano, who Becca introduced me to, tried to ply us with some fritole as we went to leave, but we promised her we would come back another night to taste them. It was like visiting Nona's house on a Sunday. You had to eat more that you needed to just to keep her happy.
Becca helped me take the bags of my new clothing purchases from the trunk and down into my basement abode. After pulling me into a long kiss she pulled back and held both my hands in hers, and smiled at me.
"Lets get your new look sorted," she said.
The little part of me that was feeling a bit overwhelmed wanted to leave that till morning, but a larger part of me wanted to keep on going this very moment. It wasn't long before she had gone through my drawers and wardrobe and pulled out almost everything, leaving only a few non gender specific items in their place. She then had me model all my new purchases, taking photos of me on her phone, before pulling the clothes off me and putting them away. The tight jeans, boots and pink sweater combination looked pretty good for a Walmart outfit and Becca took more than one feel of my denim covered ass before having me change.
"Becca, why the photos?"
She smiled sweetly at me. "I want to record the moment. You look freaking great, girl!"
"But I don't want you to post these anywhere," I said.
"Rune, are you saying you want to post them?"
I shook my head. "No Becca! I hardly use social media at all. I've told you I don't post anything. I only use it to stay on top of class schedules and the like. I certainly don't have family or friends to keep track of. I liked a few of your posts just to show you I was interested. I'm sorry to say that I didn't really look at what you posted."
"I don't know whether I should be offended by that," she said as she stuck her tongue out at me.
I picked up a pair of my old male boxers and threw them at her, missing her.
She laughed, adding "I think someone needs to be taught how to throw!"
Becca then came and hugged me. "Its okay Rune. I won't share these with anyone. I may finger myself silly when I get home to a few of them, but that's all. Trust me."
She gave me another item to parade in and ended that conversation. She put the phone down for a moment, but not away, and picked it back up after a while, taking more pictures. Eventually all that was left out was the grey tshirt nightie and a pink cotton thong, her orange underwear that I had worn out shopping and me, standing there with a boner beside some garbage bags containing my male clothes.
I was kind of hoping that she would blow me, but instead she went to my small refrigerator and grabbed two ice blocks and returned, using them on me with no mercy until my penis was flaccid. She had me pull on the thong, tuck myself away, and slip on the nightie. She made me twirl on the spot and lifted up the hem of the night shirt so she could inspect me.
"It's a freaking great ass, Rune. You've got a teen girl's curves on those cheeks," she said, smacking me hard on my left cheek. "I gotta get going. Help me with these bags and I will drop these off at a good will bin on my way back to my place."
I felt a little conspicuous out on the street in the cool night air, particularly as she was parked right under the nearest street light, and I was dressed like a young woman. She closed the trunk and came round the car, pulling me into a long kiss. Breaking away, she looked me over and smiled.
"Trust me Rune. You've made a great start tonight. Believe in me and yourself, and your life will keep changing for the better. I'm flat out tomorrow, but I will come by Sunday and help you out with makeup and styling, not that I think you will need much help with either."
I blushed and she giggled.
"Don't go all coy on me, you said you had plenty of practice dressing up in your sister's clothing, and with that complexion, you don't need much makeup. Anyway I'm sure you will look at a few youtube tutorials without me!"
She got in, started up and headed off into the night.
I scooted back inside, down the stairs and looked at myself in the mirror. I did look pretty good, as good as my sisters did when they were walking around in a night shirt. Turning to face my bed, I saw Becca's orange underwear on my pillow. Picking it up and sniffing at it, I could smell her sweet aroma in the background of my own funky smell.
Removing my thong I placed Becca's on my now erect member and began stroking. I turned to face the mirror again and the new me looked amazing. I looked like one of my sisters. I focussed on the face in front of me, with its blue eyes, high cheekbones and fine skin and soon felt my orgasm build. The girl in the mirror bit at her lip and her eyes flared, betraying the urgency that was building with her. She moaned softly, sweetly and amazingly.
Her faced changed as her orgasm hit her, her eyes burning and that classic feminine O face taking over. It became too much and I gushed into the fine fabric in a quick but satisfying orgasm. I washed Becca's panties clean and hung them off a hook on the side of the wardrobe and got myself ready for bed when I heard my phone notification chirp.
Becca: Did my orange present assist you with the boner problem I knew you'd have?
Me: Yes.
Becca: I knew they would! Good night lover girl. Sweet dreams... BTW: I pulled over on Wheeler and fingered myself thinking about you. I now have a wet seat.
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"Oh my god! You look fucking amazing!" Becca said as she looked me over from the doorway, a take away coffee cup in her hand. "What did you get up to in the last 36 hours?"
I turned and went down the stairs, glowing at her compliment and reveling in the feel of the black yoga pants that clung to my legs and sports bra with inserts that sat under my bright pink puffer jacket. She followed me down and stood there, smiling, then biting slightly at her bottom lip. Her eyes drank me in and my trapped member pulsed in its confined space. She placed the coffee on my bedside table and beckoned me closer. I inched forward, her lips calling me in.
We kissed passionately and one of her hands found my ass, squeezing at a cheek, whilst the other made its way inside my jacket and pressed at my chest. She kissed down my neck and up across the other side, tracing my carotid artery until her lips found my earlobe and she whispered, "You went shopping without me? You got your nails done too? You bad girl! I wanted to have the experience of taking you out little miss fashion slut."
She then spanked my ass cheek and nipped at my earlobe.
I squealed. "I couldn't resist. I hardly slept that night. I was awake at dawn, so I hatched a plan, and went up to Peroria to the malls there. I would have gone further to Chicago, but that was a little too far for the weekend."
"And it went well...?"
"As you can see, very well. I got a sideways look and a smirk from the nail lady in the salon I went to, but no body else paid me any undue attention." I showed her some of the purchases, including some basic makeup items, and described more about the day I'd had. She told me off for some of my plainer purchases from Marshalls but approved of some of the other things I'd bought.
I then told her about the evening of cosmetic play I'd had, and the fact I'd been out jogging around the area this morning, dressed like I was. Unlike our earlier encounters, I was now the non stop talker and Becca was the passive listener. That was until she pulled off her shoes, shimmied out of her jeans and purple thong and knelt on my bed.
She motioned to the space below her bald pussy and spread thighs and gave me a command. "You! Under here! Start licking!"
