Elizabeth: Beginnings of a Sissy

Once dressed she grinned, checking my out. "My boyfriend is coming over tonight." She stated. Wait, mom left ME in charge. I opened my mouth to speak out, but anticipating this, she cut me off.

"For the next two months, I'M charge. You'll do what I want, and let ME do what I want, or mom will see this video. Facebook will see this. Everyone will know. Now, Jimmy's on his way. You can stay here, or you can join us in the TV room, but either way, you're wearing that all night." But the way she said it, wasn't so much an order as a beautiful choir of angels asking me please. What could I do? She giggled, and kissed me on the cheek, and I spent the next four hours in her room, on her pink bedspread, in her clothes, reading her Cosmo's and lightly touching myself as I heard from outside a lot of moaning and thumping. In my younger sister's room, on her bed, in her clothes, reading her fashion magazines, I never felt more like Lizzie, my inner girl.

Eventually, the place quieted down, and she re-entered her room. "You should've come out and said hi. No one likes a mopey girl." She strutted over to me, and climbed on her bed, standing tall. She walked right up to me, sitting cowgirl style and dropped to her knees inches from chest to chest, face to face. She had on her leather punk miniskirt, and a dark pink babytee, with clearly no bra. She pushed my shoulder, and I fell backwards. She started shifting up, so she was kneeling above my face, as I lay on her bed. As her skirt approached my field of view, I could see she had no panties on at all. Her light blond bush rimmed her small lips and erect clit as she lined it up above my face, inches from my nose. I identified one smell instantly, her personal girl cum. But there was something different about it. She, lined up, lowered herself onto my mouth and, grabbing my panty clad balls, commanded "Lick!"

I did, and discovered why she smelt different from the dirty panties she'd been leaving me all this time.