Ride of My Life

I don't think either of us believed that.

I would never have done what I did next had I not been dressed in the pretty orange dress. It seemed to posses some strange magical quality that took over converting me into the sort of girl that was destined to wear it. I reached for Dave's hand and placed it on my hip, then put my arm on is shoulder. I smiled a closed-mouth smile so my braces would not twinkle in the twilight. Dave figured out the rest. He turned beetroot red, and if I hadn't known better, I would have sworn he was counting in his mind 'one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi ...' before he leaned down. He finally moved his head down towards mine, and our lips touched in the best moment of my life that far. I counted, the kiss lasted five heartbeats. I hung my arms around his neck. He kissed me again and I responded with all my female desire that had built within me. One hand moved over my huge tits and caressed me. His other hand slid onto my bottom and cupped my cheeks. He gave them a squeeze and gently fondled me letting the dress slide over my silken panties. I was hot and as his tongue darted frantically in and out of my willing mouth, I could not help myself. My love just poured out into my pretty panties. Embarrassed I clung to him like a leaf to a tree, as my orgasm sent tiny electric jolts through me. This was a dream come true. I smiled as realised, though not directly, my bike was after all my best Christmas present ever.

Did mum and dad know about my girlish desires? Did they give me the girls bike to help me find myself? Or perhaps it was them who bought the orange ruffle dress using Mary as part of their plan to turn me into their pretty daughter. Who knows? Did Jonny play a part and despite his rough and tough facade did he really fancy a sissy too?
And how about Dave? Do we roll in the dry leaves romantically or does he bend me over the tree trunk and slip me his own special Christmas gift? If so does Dave get the ride of his life or had he mistaken me for someone else? Did Mary upload the mobile video? And what about Jonny and Mary did they have an alternative motive in dressing me up and what was Mary's initiation that our sissy heroine has to endure.

Wild sex or dress up. Male or Female. You decide.