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My Sister Tormentor
By Peg Thebois
Chapter Five
The next hour was not much different than my experience at Shimmer, I
shudder to think I was beginning to get acclimatized to this treatment,
trotted out again and again in outfit after outfit in three different
stores, since the first two didn't have what my sister Sherri and my
fianc? Amy would dub "The outfit" for me or as the girls were calling me
now 'Tiffany'. If anything this leg of the experience was less
humiliating, the store clerks in the more typical stores we went to
didn't have any real interest in what we were doing, unlike Shannon from
Shimmer so it was just the two ladies who I was living with that were
scrutinizing my feminized appearance; as well the outfits were much more
respectable than the club wear they had me trying on in before, more like
the sort of thing the women from my office would wear.
In the end I left the store wearing a black skirt which came down to my
knees and a soft pink satin blouse with a large ruffle hanging down the
front, now showing appropriate curves from the false breasts stuffing my
bra. This showed off the black thigh high stockings I had been dressed
in all day under my man's clothing, and I was walking with a click in my
step from the 5" anklestrap heels I would also be wearing tomorrow night.
If the girls had their way this would mean a night of dancing at the
trendy nightclub Envy while wearing the humiliating and revealing dress
we had already bought for me.
Amy was clinging to my arm gushing over how pretty Tiffany looked, "And
after this one last stop you are going to look even more gorgeous," she
couldn't entirely suppress a squeal of excitement at this point so Sherri
took over.
"We know you probably haven't practiced your make-up in years so we made
you an appointment to have a professional make-up artist make you
beautiful." I would not admit it but she was right years ago I had
actually gotten fairly good at putting on my own make-up, back in our
teenage years when Sherri had made a regular habit out of manhandling me
and forcing me to dress and act like a girl.
The girls left me at the door to MAC Cosmetics and went off to an errand
of their own while I was getting my make-up done. The store was already
crowded with girls, some of them clearly still in high school, and more
than a few of them were glancing at me as I walked through the store to
the counter; everywhere I glanced I saw giggling and whispering behind
their hands.
The girl at the counter though was entirely professional, she didn't
giggle or store, she didn't even smirk, "Hi there, how can we help you
today?"
I could feel my cheeks getting hot, talking to a strange girl in public
while wearing this skirt and blouse. "Hi, I have an appointment, to uhh,
to get my make-up done."
"Sure, what's your name?"
"Tiffany." I knew my sister better than to think they had made the
appointment under anything else.
"Okay, you are booked to see Sam, she'll be out in a moment if you want
to look at anything while you wait."
If I hadn't felt so strange I might have laughed about that in the dress
shop a boy named Shannon, and in the make-up store a girl named Sam. I
wasn't really looking at anything but ended up waiting near a stand of
false eyelashes since it was away from where the other customers were
gathering and not far from the till. It felt like five minutes but was
probably only a minutes or two before Sam came out to get me.
Sam was a pretty girl, not exactly in the conventional way but not in the
same way Sherri was either; her build was pretty typical of what most
people consider attractive, that is to say thin. However her hair was
shaved on the sides of her head and she had those piercing in her ear
with the hole you could pass a pencil through. She also had a ring
through the center of her lower lip and several visible tattoos.
Sam led me to a chair in the back make-up area and started off applying a
foundation base. While she worked on me she struck up a conversation
between instructions of 'close your eyes, open them, look up and that way
'etc. "Have you worn make-up before?"
"Well, maybe as a teenager my older sister might have done it on me a bit
but not really, my fianc? got the idea that I would make a pretty woman
and so she wanted to see me all dressed up for her." That was the trick,
don't deny it but downplay it, it is no big deal right?
"Well she is definitely right, you have a great face, you are going to be
gorgeous when we're done. What sort of look do you want to go for
tonight?"
"Well we're going to dinner from here so I guess something classy, not
too wild."
"Okay sure." There was a lull for a bit before she said anything again,
"I love your shoes, did you get them at Shimmer?"
"Yeah, they look nice I guess but aren't exactly easy to walk in."
"You get used to them after a while, did you buy anything else there?" I
guess I must have blushed or something because before I could even say
anything she giggled, "You did! Sounds like this might be more than just
dinner."
"Yeah tomorrow night my sister and my fianc? want to take me to Envy so I
bought a dress for the club too." That was unless I could add another 15
Princess Points to the 10 I had already earned, first for finding and
disarming the assumedly humiliating alarm Sherri had set on my phone and
the other 5 for the height of my heels 1 Princess Point for each inch.
"Ohh that sounds so fun, you know what I am off tomorrow, we should get
together and I can do your make-up again, something more appropriate for
the club."
My stomach dropped at he thought of having to see her while wearing that
skimpy little dress but I knew I was going to be seen by a lot more
people than just one if we ended up at the club, and I knew how Sherri
would feel about the idea. "That sounds great."
"You don't sound so sure about that." She was pretty perceptive but then
again I guess it is hard to lie to someone who is only a couple inches
from your eyes.
"No, no, it isn't that, I'm just nervous about going out in public like
this."
She stepped back and examined me, "No need to be, you look fantastic."
Sam stepped aside and I could see in the mirror I did look pretty
beautiful. If I wasn't so familiar with my own face I might have thought
this was a pretty woman looking back at me, I mean not model or actress
hot, but kind of the plain pretty girl you see at the supermarket and
give a second glance.
"Wow," was all I could say, and when Amy and Sherri saw me that was the
first thing they both said too. When I mentioned what Sam had said about
doing my make-up again for the club they both agreed it was a great idea
and Sherri went in to give Sam her contact info. I noticed Amy was now
carrying a black featureless bag which was quite fully loaded with who
knows what.
After Sherri was done talking to Sam we left for dinner. The girls
decided they wanted Sorrento's again. I was a nervous wreck, despite
both girls telling me it was okay and how much like a real woman I
looked. Here I was in the exact same restaurant 24 hours after I had
been here before, wearing a skirt, and blouse, and heels, and make-up.
The same Maitre d' greeted us and the same waitress served us and I was
paranoid that I was going to be spotted, recognized, and called out.
Like at lunch I was not allowed to order for myself but Amy ordered for
me the same thing as she was getting which of course was very weight
conscious, I sighed inwardly, I did so wish Amy didn't pressure herself
to lose weight the way she did but I suppose my opinion was just one
voice against the social multitudes. The dinner experience itself was
much the same as the night before but with a much more conservative
application of wine. I couldn't help but notice the whole time that Amy
was staring at me with bewilderment. It must have seemed impossible to
her I guess to see her husband-to-be as I was now but I hoped she could
still see me as me when this was all over.
Despite my fears nothing happened over dinner, no-one accused me of being
a man or asked why I was dressed this way or asked us to leave or
anything, we simply ate our meal and chatted, the girls talking much more
than I. Our dinner wasn't too long and because we had gone easy on the
wine I ended up being spared the horrifying experience or revealing my
real self by taking a trip to the men's room, we simply finished our meal
paid, on my credit card like everything else today, and left.
I wanted to get changed when we got home but Amy vetoed that idea, "You
are Tiffany and that is who you will be all this weekend, please baby,
won't you be Tiffany for me?"
"Okay, I guess for you I can stay as Tiffany for the weekend."
The kiss she gave me at that moment held the promise of more, and more I
got later that evening when we climbed into bed. As soon as we were in
the bedroom Amy kissed me hungrily, desperately, like in the fitting room
of la Petite Maison d'amour the strange sensation of lipstick on lipstick
seemed to strange and exotic as she struggled to remove her pants without
breaking her kiss. Once they hit the floor she pushed me down on the bed
and climbed on top of me. We had never done anything with her on top but
I went long with her, it was pretty clear she was in charge right now,
better not to fight it, clearly Tiffany brought out the aggressive side
of Amy. As her lips worked at mine and she devoured my mouth conquering
it with her tongue she reached down and bunched my skirt up until it was
around my waist allowing her to then slide my panties down to my knees.
I was moaning into her mouth as she straddled my cock and sunk herself
down obviously she was dripping wet and easily took my meagre length. We
both gasped for breath as our lips parted and she straightened her back
now straddling my hips, starting a slow rhythm she pulled her shirt off
over her head allowing me to watch her magnificent breasts, clad only in
a black lace bra, as she rode me. I reached up to run my fingers along
the skin of her sides, her belly and her back as her tempo increased,
caressing her soft body now slick with a sheen of sweat. "Ohhh God, Oh
baby," she panted, "Let me watch you play with your breasts while you
fuck me, please baby."
At this point it almost seemed stupid to argue with anything she asked so
I did, I took my hands off her smoking hot body and started massaging my
breasts through my blouse and bra. I didn't feel anything of course
since my breasts were fake but the shape and texture felt right in my
hands, like I was fondling a woman's breasts.
"Oh yeah, that's it play with your tits while you fuck me, oh God, I
think I'm coming, oh yes Tiffany! Tiffany!" Amy came hard screaming out
the girl name my sister had given me so long ago, by the time she rolled
off of me several orgasms later we were both sweaty and my underwear was
pretty damp from Amy as well, not to mention a sizable wet patch on my
skirt. I still hadn't come, most guys worry about coming too soon, I had
the opposite problem, thanks to years of regular 'death grip' jacking off
I always had trouble coming during sex. With masturbating off the menu I
was able to come sometimes but for whatever reason not tonight.
We went to the shower where our soaping of each other's bodies soon led
to us feeling pretty affectionate and Amy getting down on her knees under
the shower's spray and finishing me off from what we had started in the
bedroom, while I couldn't get there through regular sex oral worked just
fine. Amy left me to finish showering while she saw to a few last minute
preparations. I thought to myself, sure going out in public was
humiliating and it grated to take orders from my sister again but if this
new aggressive passionate Amy was the payoff to being a little more
feminine in private for Amy maybe it might just be worth it in the end.
It only took a few minutes before Amy was poking her head in the
bathroom. "Come to bed sweetheart." When I got to the bedroom she of
course handed me the babydoll nightie we had bought for me at la Petite
Maison d'amour, I had known all along that she would have me sleeping in
this so I took it in stride. I could see the mystery bag from Shimmer
sitting in the closet while our dresses were hanging in the closet, I
could see a bit of hers behind mine, just enough to tell that it was
blue.
"Tomorrow morning, would you make your homemade waffles for breakfast?"
"Of course my dear." I usually made them on weekends so it wasn't an
unusual request.
"But before you get started on breakfast tomorrow I want you to put on
your surprise, it's in that bag in the closet just waiting for you."
I started walking toward the closet eyeing the bag, "This bag here?"
"No peeking till tomorrow," Amy scolded, "but yes that bag. Now come to
bed."
I could tell from her tone she was sated but couldn't help toying with
her. "Another round?"
Amy chuckled. "Not tonight, for now I just want to go to sleep with
Tiffany in my arms." And that is exactly what she did.
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