Alexis Chapter 2

I paint my fingernails a sparkly pink, along with my toenails. Satisfied with my transformation, I decide that it's time to pick out an outfit.

I know for sure what I'm going for tonight; I want to look like a trampy teenage girl that just doesn't give a fuck. I'm sure I won't have a problem piecing something together from my sister's clothes; she goes out to the teen club on the weekends and some of the shit she wears is just plain slutty.

I pull on a hot pink g-string, tucking my balls back into it. I pull the straps up around my hips like a good little girl. For a bra, I pick out a black push-up and fill it with two white balloons filled with water-just the perfect amount to fit convincingly into my sister's 34b bra.

After trying to decide between a skirt and a dress, I choose to go with the skirt. It's a white pleaded one, and is very short. It's so short, in fact, that if it blew up even a little bit in the back, someone would see my little ass cheeks. I pull on a hot pink/fuscia tank-top and arrange my bra so that the cups are covered. However, the visible black straps of it definitely gave everything a bit of a trashier look. I liked it.

I pull on a pair of white sandals and check myself out in the mirror one more time. I really, honestly could pass as a teen girl, there's no doubt about it. The thought of this starts to get me hard, and I realize that I'm going to have to learn to control that if I am to try and pass as a girl.

I play with my dildo for a little bit, sucking on it and teasing my asshole with it, but I decide that I need something a little bit more. Early today had put me in a very adventuresome mood, and I was willing to do almost anything. It's as if a light bulb turns on. I grab the phone book and look up Mr. Hughes' number. I want to finish what I started.

After dialing him, a woman picks up after a few rings.

"Hello?" she asks.

"Is Mr. Hughes there?" I ask, not bothering to change my voice. There's a pause on the other line.