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CAREGIVER Part III by Natalie Finn In this third exciting installment of Caregiver, Shawn has still more strange dreams, and stranger adventures. Shawn's older sister continues to dominate and feminize him. While he continues to be humiliated by, but resistant to, his sister's efforts, he is thrilled to be the romantic target of his beautiful cooking teacher. My date with Jacqueline Jacqueline switched the hand she was using to hold her handbag, and grabbed my hand and pulled me gently from the Clinique counter towards the escalator. We rode the escalator up four stories, smiling and laughing and saying how cool it was that we were getting together. At the caf?, the ma?tre d' sat us at a window overlooking the city. We each ordered a licorice herbal tea and sat and talked about shopping at malls, school, her work as a chef. She complimented me on my move to contact lenses and said that my eyes were "heart-stoppingly gorgeous." I complimented her on her nice outfit and she said she loved my jeans and top. As we finished, she took a lip gloss from her purse and applied it to her lips. "Here you need some, too," she said. "You know, Jacqueline," I said, reaching for her lip gloss, but trying to hide my manicured fingers. "I hope you don't think I'm crazy. That night you came over and I was dressed that way. Well, that was a really strange day. It was actually all a huge mix-up that I was accidentally wearing Marilyn's clothes. I'm really a total guy at heart, so if we could put that behind us, I'd really appreciate it." "I know, Shawn," she said, looking into my eyes. "Don't worry about it. I've always really liked you and I'm glad that I finally get to know you a little better. It's just a little lip gloss," she said, still trying to hand me her lip gloss. I looked warily at her glossy lips. But I took the offered tube and dabbed it across my bottom lip and closed my two lips to spread it. Jacqueline smiled prettily. I paid the bill and we walked out of the caf?, Jacqueline putting her hand in the crook of my arm as we walked towards the escalator. I held two shopping bags in my manicured fingers. On the bottom floor of the department store, on our way out, she paused briefly to look at earrings. "These would look so cute on you!" she said, holding a pair of faux diamond studs up to the side of my face. I looked in the mirror. I was the same height as Jacqueline, and just as thin. We both had long slender legs and were wearing tight, feminine blue jeans. She wore a yellow t-shirt with cap sleeves, showing off her long slender arms and long blue-colored fingernails. I wore a black t- shirt, also with cap sleeves, showing off my long slender arms and my French manicured nails. I could see her pert breasts and make out the outline of her bra and bra straps. Thankfully, I had no breasts and no bra! We both had clear skin and pretty eyes. Jacqueline was wearing eyeliner and mascara and sexy lip gloss with a pink tint. My eyes were subtly lined and mascara'd and almost as dramatic as hers. Jacqueline's brown hair was long, shiny and straight and tied in a pony tail with a white ribbon. My brown hair was long for a boy, very long in the bangs, slightly shorter on the neck, and softly surrounded my face. Jacqueline noticed me looking at us in the mirror. "We make a cute pair, don't we! I'd love to see what a cute haircut would do now that you don't have those silly glasses. C'mon, let's go." Jacqueline took my hand and pulled me towards the door at a brisk walk. I thrilled to feel her holding my hand. I had to really move just to keep up with her. "We have to be at your house soon for the cooking class. And we need to stop by a friend's shop, so I can pick up my shoes." We walked out of the department store and walked past the store that still held the men's shirt and pants I had selected an hour ago but was unable to pay for. I thought of buying them with Marilyn's credit card, but thought the store clerk would be pretty suspicious. The last thing I wanted was to bring attention to myself, dressed the way I was. Jacqueline held my hand as we walked in the direction of Angie's Nails, and before I knew what was happening, she pulled me into Angie's store. Angie, at the register and talking on the phone, covered the mouthpiece and said, "Hi Jacqueline, Hi Shawn!" Jacqueline turned to me. "You've already met Angie?" My heart started beating harder remembering both my attraction to Angie and my waxing ordeal just a few days ago. I tried to think of a reason that I would know Angie. And the reason has to be more masculine, I thought, than that I had just had a mani-pedi and a leg and bikini waxing three days ago! "Angie's great friends with my sister, Marilyn," I explained lamely. "Angie knows everybody." Jacqueline winked at me. While Angie wrapped up her call, Jacqueline told me she was here to pick up her shoes. She explained to me that she had gotten a pedicure two days ago and was on her bike. Angie had lent her some rubber flip flops and Jacqueline had asked if she could leave her shoes and pick them up some other time, which was of course, fine with Angie. Lots of her customers left their shoes. Angie put down the phone and came over and gave us each a big hug. Then Angie completely blew my cover by asking, cheerfully, how I liked my mani-pedi and leg waxing, and if I had received any compliments. My, but Angie is a beautiful woman, but not as pretty as my Jacqueline, I thought greedily. I replied they were all fine, and that my mother and sister liked both. Jacqueline giggled. A few of the women at the spa stations glanced our way. Angie held up my hands and smiled that none of my nails were chipped. She looked down at my black espadrilles and said, "Shawn, what did I tell you about espadrilles? When you wear closed shoes like you're wearing now, nobody can see your beautiful pedicure, and worse, the cotton will scratch and rub off the nice finish." "I know, Angie," I said. I didn't have the heart to tell her I was going to remove all the polish as soon as I could find some remover. "I don't have any open shoes and I'm trying to be a bit more low profile. Anyway, Jacqueline here is teaching me how to cook," I said, trying to change the subject. "That's so nice, Shawn. Let me go grab your shoes, Jacqueline." Angie returned carrying Jacqueline's shoes, a pair of strappy sandals with very small heels. She said to Jacqueline, "You know these shoes are nice and open. They're the same heel height as the espadrilles Shawn is wearing now. Do you mind if he tries them on here?" "Not at all! But it's up to Shawn," Jacqueline said, looking at me hopefully. "They look a little small. I don't think I can fit into them," was all I could think to say. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I had the sense, again, that people outside the shop were staring at me through the huge front window. I could feel my ears, burning red hot. "Shawn, just step into these, let's see how they look." Angie, smiling warmly, sat me down in a chair, knelt at my feet, and slipped off my espadrilles. "The cotton upper on these espadrilles are really not very good for pedicures," she said, looking in disdain at the shoes and lifting up my feet to inspect her handiwork. "Thankfully, your nails are still beautiful and in perfect condition," she announced as she put the first sandal on my foot, adjusting the straps over my feet. "These sandals are very nice, and the one inch heel is practical and casual. And look! They fit you perfectly!" she said, fastening the thin beige straps at my ankle. "They look fantastic with your slim jeans and spidery legs, but they'll go great with so many things." I groaned in despair and shame. She put on the second shoe, and asked me to fasten the strap. Standing up from the chair, my knees discreetly together, I could feel the loss of stability in my heels. Below the shortened slim leg of the jeans, I could see my slender ankles and the thin beige straps of the pretty heeled sandals. My French pedicure seemed to scream out, I'm a sissy! I squirmed in the humiliation of my feminine situation. "Those are Burberry suede sandals with a kitten heel," Jacqueline volunteered. "And they look better on you than they do on me," she observed smiling. "God, they're terrific," Angie enthused. "I need a pair of those." "I don't know about these. They're really too girly for me," I said looking up at both women, still looking for a way out. Glad that I was wearing jeans, even if they were tight women's jeans. Jacqueline grabbed my hand while Angie placed my heeled espadrilles in a plastic bag and put the bag in my shopping bag. "Lots of guys wear sandals, Shawn. They're kind of nice, now that it's evening," Jacqueline said cheerfully. "I have a special meal planned tonight." I looked from Jacqueline to Angie and back to Jacqueline, wanting to rip off the shoes and take Jacqueline in my arms. I wanted to ravish Jacqueline with my masculine kisses, but instead felt only the despair of my shameful appearance wash over me. "Well, that sounds like fun," Angie said, looking at me with a cheerful smile. "Good luck, Shawn. You're so sweet." Jacqueline turned towards the door. "We have a big cooking lesson tonight, Angie, but it's so great to see you. The three of us should get together some time." "For sure! Maybe a shopping and lunch. See you soon, Shawn." "Yes, see you soon, Angie," I said as we hugged Angie goodbye. We walked out the door to a bench that I had collapsed on after my waxing atrocity. Angie had my espadrilles and one of my Clinique shopping bags. I had my bag with my sweater. "Shawn, do you think it would be okay if we put my bike in the back of your car and we drop it by my house? It would save us some time. My house is on the way to your house." "Uh, sure, no problem," I said, thinking that I would have to walk all the way back to my car, on the other side of the mall, in the heeled, strappy women's sandals. I shivered in fear, but also because a cool evening breeze suddenly blew across my bare arms. I watched her walk ahead of me to her bike, which was locked to a post a few feet from the bench, her long brown legs and slender, roundeded hips moving gracefully with each step. "Shawn, we have a lot to carry. Let's put on that sweater of yours." She pulled my sister's dreadful sweater out of the Clinique bag, leaving my espadrilles in the bag. She put the bag at my feet. She unfolded the feminine sweater, admiring its cool, gauzy feel. "What a cool sweater. Is this yours?" "It's Marilyn's," I said. "My sweater got lost and it was the only one we had in the house. We wear the same size and sometimes we get our clothes mixed up," I explained dimly, hoping that it explained why I was constantly wearing feminine pieces of clothing. "Well, it's very pretty. Can I wear it some time?" She put it over my head and I felt the sweater drape over my shoulders and down over my hips. It stopped just below my crotch. I could clearly see the black women's tshirt I wore under the sweater. She put her hand up to her pretty mouth to cover a grin as she realized how feminine I looked wearing it. Before I could object, she kicked up the kick stand of her bike and started to roll forward, awkwardly, because she still had her handbag draped from her shoulder. "Could you do me a huge favor, Shawn, and hold my handbag til we get to your car? Jacqueline slipped the shoulder strap of her cream colored leather handbag from her shoulder and hooked it on my shoulder. She adjusted it on my shoulder. I had never worn a woman's bag on my shoulder before. Every woman in the store was watching me. "My bag is very fetching on you. Do you like the way it looks?" she asked hopefully. I looked at the purse, and the tight women's jeans and the heeled sandals I was wearing and felt only complete shame. My Tarzan of this morning, who had beat his chest in manly victory at securing a date with a beautiful woman seemed a million miles away. But I didn't want to disappoint Jacqueline. She only wanted help carrying her bag to the car. And she looked at me with her huge brown eyes, asking for me to give her a hand. So I cheerfully said, "Sure, it's great. Let's go to my car." Jacqueline's house We walked through the mall, she walking her bike, me carrying two Clinique shopping bags and Jacqueline's purse over my shoulder. As we walked, we passed by a few groups of young people our age. I said a silent prayer each time, and amazingly, we didn't run into anyone we knew. Jacqueline's bike fit easily in my car, and I was glad to return Jacqueline's purse to her when I sat in the driver's seat next to her. I started my car and looked over at her and winked. It was almost like in the movies, or almost like a wonderful dream. It finally felt like a "date" as I understood the word. "Are you okay to drive wearing my heels?" she said, shattering my dream. "Seems fine," I said, as I backed out of the space and drove forward towards the exit. She sat in the passenger seat looking from me to the road and back to me, chatting amicably about our adventures at the mall. I was trying to relax, too. But was I struggling to drive in the horrible shoes, not get in an accident, and yet keep Jacqueline from seeing my manicured nails. We parked my car just in front of her house, in a leafy neighborhood, not far from the mall. "Why don't you come in? I just want to do a quick change of clothes. It's just us," she said as we pulled into the empty driveway of her parent's house. Okay, I thought. I'd never been into the house of another person my age, much less a girl. I was intrigued, curious and excited, and momentarily forgot the feminine way I was dressed. She entered a code into the garage keypad and we put her bike in the garage. We walked into the house through the garage door. She put her bag and house keys down on a wooden dining table as we passed through the kitchen. ?Follow me,? she said, leading the way to her room. Her room was tidy and spacious. Her bed was perfectly made and had several teddy bears on it leaning against her bed pillows. She opened her closet, which was also spacious, to reveal a rainbow of colors and fabrics, carefully arranged on hangers and shelves. ?I?m a real clothes horse,? she said by way of explanation. She pulled out a few dresses and laid them on her bed. She held one of them, a cotton dark chocolate colored dress with a full skirt, up to her neck as she looked in the mirror. ?I think this might be the one.? She selected some strappy black sandals, similar in style to the ones I was wearing, but with a slightly taller heel. She looked back in her closet and took some grey folded pants from a shelf. She unfolded them in front of me and said, ?I have a very special meal planned for tonight. Let?s dress up a little bit, okay? I have something I want you to try on.? Inwardly I groaned, trying to remember what underwear I was wearing. She took her dress and heels into the bathroom and hung the dress from the shower curtain rod. She walked back to her dresser and pulling open the top drawer, selected a brown bra and panties and black lacy half slip. I prayed that she didn?t want me to wear the lingerie. ?Just try those pants on, okay, silly?? she said, pointing to the grey pants, and then shutting the door to the bathroom. I looked around guiltily, and then shut the door to her bedroom and undid the jeans I was wearing. I sat on her bed and slipped out of the dreaded sandals, and slipped off my skinny jeans. I looked briefly in the mirror and saw that I was still wearing my white seemless, no-line panties that I had put on that morning. I pulled my panties up slightly. Thankfully, my embarrassingly small manhood was no where to be seen. My crotch was completely tight and flat. I slid on Jacqueline?s grey pants. They were very smooth and form-fitting in my hips. They draped gracefully down my leg and flared wide below my knee. ?Are you presentable?? I heard Jacqueline say from the bathroom. ?Sure,? I said, and then watched as the beautiful Jacqueline walked out of the bathroom with her hair in a bun on her head and the dark brown dress draped smoothly down her torso, caressing her curves. Her arms and shoulders were slender and smooth. Her legs were toned and tanned. Her beautiful feet perched prettily on top of the three inch heels. ?Oh my god, Jacqueline, you look fantastic.? I gulped. ?Thanks! Hey, cutie, we need to hurry. I think we need to have you try a more straight leg pant and maybe a more dramatic top.? She went back to her closet. She pulled out a pair of slim cut, slinky white pants, and handed them to me. She went to her dresser and pulled some beige silky fabric from her top drawer. ?These white pants are so cute, but they show panty lines like you wouldn?t believe.? She handed me the beige silky shorts. ?These are called spanx and they?re amazing for creating a smooth derriere. Hurry, we don?t have time.? I turned my back to her and slipped off the grey bell bottoms, revealing my white panties. ?You can keep your underwear on this time, Shawn, but maybe try them without panties next time,? she said. I stepped into the spanx one leg at a time and drew them up my smooth legs, feeling so shamefully feminine as I pulled the spanx up over my panties, resting the waistband just below my navel. I looked in the mirror and saw the smooth lines of my hips and the completely flat front where my tiny Mr. Pinky should have been. I sighed, wondering why I couldn?t say or do something to successfully resist my feminization. Jacqueline regarded my completely flat crotch and rounded hips. ?Wow, those spanks really squeeze you in all the right places. Your hips look so inviting,? she said, running her hands over my smooth hips and down my smooth thighs and back up caressing my smooth, girlish crotch. I prayed that she wouldn?t say anything about my feminine hips and crotch, much less, my hairless legs. Jacqueline had me sit on the bed to squeeze into the white pants. They were quite tight at the hips and legs. The pants ended just above my ankles in a feminine cuff. The top of the pants had a wide belt line which rested on my hips, well below my natural waist. I tried to lift the pants a bit higher on my waist. ?No higher, Shawn. They look so adorable, just like that,? Jacqueline said as she retrieved a whispy, translucent grey and black top from her closet. ?Hmmm, we really need something nice for under this top. It?s a bit see through.? She opened the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out a white lace brassiere and white silky camisole and set them on her bed. She helped me take my sweater and top off. She looked at my chest. ?Your nipples are a little swollen and red, Shawn. Do they hurt?? I was too embarrassed to say a thing and shook my head. They had seemed a bit swollen when I woke up that morning, and the prior morning. She stepped into her bathroom and returned with a small puddle of creamy lotion in the palm of her left hand. ?Do you mind?? she asked, showing me the lotion, and when I didn?t respond, she carefully rubbed her lotioned hands together. Then she softly reached out and first lightly touched, and then massaged my breasts and nipples with her cold, moist fingers. I was completely mesmerized, watching her pretty hands gently caress my chest and nipples. I could tell that Mr. Pinky was thinking hard about the situation, but he failed to change in any way from his tiny, flaccid, sleepy state. He?s probably about the size of and stiffness of a half a MacDonald?s French fry, I thought bitterly. My crotch, with Mr. Pinky as tiny as ever, continued to be as flat as a girl?s. I looked back at the mirror and then gazed into space. ?Those pants, look fantastic on you,? she complimented me, smoothing the fabric in the hip and butt. I thrilled to smell her so close to me and feel her hand touching me so intimately. ?Aren?t the spanks, just so great! Your legs are so nice, you should really be showing them off.? I nodded as I looked at the pants in the mirror. They seemed to squeeze my legs and make my hips look slightly wider than my waist. I thought they looked awfully feminine, but I said nothing. I then watched in horror as she reached for the lace brassier on her bed, she had me face the mirror and stepped behind me. ?The lotion and this lingerie will keep your nipples from chafing on your top,? she said, holding the brassier in front of me. In a daze, I stuck my arms into the straps of the bra. She slipped the shoulder straps up over my shoulders and I felt them bind my slim chest and shoulder blades. She carefully closed the fastener behind my back. At the sound of the click, I panicked. ?I can?t wear this, Jacqueline. This is too much! This is your bra!? ?Oooh, It looks so nice on your, Shawn,? she said, ignoring my protests. ?This bra, has a soft underwire, but should be extremely light and comfortable,? she said. ?I bet you?ll forget that you?re wearing it.? That didn?t seem possible. ?Well, I can definitely tell I?m wearing it now!? I protested. She paused, deep in thought for several seconds, pursing her lips prettily, while her eyes glanced to the ceiling. I stood, in her bra, feeling deeply ashamed. Finally, she smiled, seeming to have reached a difficult decision, and reached into her top drawer and pulled from a box two small flesh colored mounds each about the size of a cupcake. ?I wasn?t going to share such an intimate personal secret, but I can?t resist, because you?d look so great with these, too. I really have small breasts and I wear these silicon bra inserts when I want to get a little extra shape, which is almost all the time.? She smiled a little sheepishly. I couldn?t believe that such a pretty girl could be self-conscious about a thing like wearing something like that. She held one of the silicon mounds for me to touch. It was very soft and it yielded easily to my finger pushing against it. It didn?t seem very large. She deftly reached for one of the lace brassier cups that caressed my chest. Delicately, she slid the back side of her fingers behind the lace of the brassier. While she gazed into my eyes with her deep brown eyes, I felt the smooth back of her cold fingers brush my left nipple. I shivered. With her other hand, she inserted one of the silicon mounds into the cup. She inserted the other one into my right cup, and then she deftly adjusted the cups and the bra straps until my supple breasts looked small, but completely natural. ?I only have A and B cup sizes, but because we are both kind of small and thin, the A is more than enough for tonight.? She looked at herself in the mirror. ?Besides, I?m wearing the B?s tonight.? I guess I was relieved that I only had to wear the smaller size! I looked with worry at my reflection in the mirror and saw that I was wearing a white, soft lacy-cupped bra and appeared to have small women?s breasts, just slightly smaller than Jacqueline?s. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer. ?I don?t think this is such a great idea, Jacqueline. I don?t want to look girly,? I said. ?I'm a guy! We?re on a date, remember?? She looked at me, pouting, as if to say, C?mon, don?t be such a sore sport. The bra was so light against my skin, that, other than the slight restriction around my torso, I could barely tell that I was wearing anything on my chest. I could somewhat feel the weight of the inserts, which jiggled slightly as I moved or turned from side to side. Jacqueline watched me in thought and said, ??Don?t worry. Your bra is really cute, but we?ll cover it up with this camisole,? she said as she handed me the white silky nylon and lace camisole. ?Next time, you can try the adhesive that holds the forms to your chest. It?s really nice. And with some tops, you don?t even need to wear a bra.? ?Uh, Jacqueline, I think I can safely say that this is going to be a One Time Only Event, so please don?t expect there to be a next time,? I said, standing up for my masculinity. ?Silly boy,? she said. ?Look how nice you look. You?re lucky to be able to wear so many different kinds of clothes and look fantastic in them.? She helped me slip the cami over my head and down over the brassier and down over my tummy. Then she helped me into the silky, translucent top. It slid and slithered down over the camisole to my mid hip, just over the two inch waist band of the white slacks. It had one inch wide shoulder straps, just slightly wider than the camisole?s shoulder straps. ?Gawd, you look amazing!? She whistled through her pursed lips, stepping back to look at me as she shook her pretty head. I blushed, completely embarrassed about my feminization at the hands of my pretty classmate. ?One more thing. You need a little accent color. Also, it?s evening, and we don?t want to arrive holding big ol? shopping bags.? ?No, we certainly can?t have that,? I muttered sarcastically. She smiled, but ignored me. ?Let?s put your makeup and your money in this little orange Hermes bag. And I?ll carry some of your stuff in my bag.? She emptied the contents of my Clinique shopping bag onto her dresser and moved my foundation and mascara into the small orange handbag. She put my eye shadow and other items in her large white bag. She reached into a zippered pocket of the orange bag and pulled out a tiny snapping orange change purse. She found my wallet in the shopping bag and took out my money, cards, driver?s license and scraps of paper and, with a quick flash of her blue manicured nails, quickly put them in the change purse. She put the change purse back in the orange handbag and my empty wallet in her bag. ?This is called a clutch, because you clutch it in your hand. And it?s very expensive, so please don?t leave it anywhere. Besides, when you carry it in your hands, it will draw attention to your pretty nails.? Taking the soft leather in my hands, I noticed the small orange wrist strap, and put my manicured hand through it. She quickly stepped into her bathroom, while I looked at myself in the mirror, in complete shock and panic, but unable to move. ?Slip those pretty kid suede sandals back on, sweetie,? she called from the bathroom, her voice echoing slightly. I turned away from the mirror and slid the purse off my wrist and dropped it on the bed. I slipped my feet into the sandals. In a trance, I bent over and fastened the straps around my feet. My thin camisole strap slid off my shoulder and I pushed it back up with a feminine movement of my polished nails. Ignorant to my suffering and humiliation, she returned with some makeup. She studied my face, smiling. She carefully drew a more dramatic line on her own eyes, and then touching only my temple with one her index finger, reached over and carefully drew a thin line along the lashes of my top eyelid. I was so thrilled by the intamacy of her closeness while she applied the eye liner, that her next action nearly knocked me to the floor. She looked at me again and then suddenly kissed me on the left corner of my mouth, and pulled away smiling. She blinked both her eyes twice with an inquisitive look on her face, as if to say, Did you like that? Her lips had felt so soft and warm against mine, her kiss sent me into dreamland. But I managed to stay conscious. I took a surprised breath and swallowed. I again smelled her fragrance and felt the heat of her breath. ?You?re so sweet, Shawn,? she said as she kissed me again on the right corner of my mouth. I felt my tiny penis stir in the tight, restricted nylon layers of my white panties, Jacqueline?s spanks and her tight white pants. She reached up and touched my bangs with her fingers. I was so aroused, from my first and second kisses ever by a girl, that I suddenly felt a tiny discharge squeeze out from my small, soft penis. My mascara?d eyes closed involuntarily as I felt a wave of pleasure roll through my body. I couldn?t see Mr. Pinky, but I imagined that he was just like a small piece of cooked pasta resting in a tiny amount of sticky, warm discharge, held tight inside my crotch, by several layers of tight, silky fabric. After the discharge, he felt smaller and softer than he?d ever felt before. Like a piece of cooked spaghetti one inch long. At least, nothing will show which might embarrass me, I thought. Jacqueline was watching me carefully, one eyebrow slightly raised. I blushed, wondering if she knew that I had just had a little orgasm in my panties. She smiled knowingly. I felt my face burning in shame and arousal. Jacqueline opened a small container of three eye shadows and lightly brushed a small amount of reddish purple on the outside edge of her eyebrow, and highlighted with a light cream colored shadow, just below the arch of her eyebrow. She turned to me, took some tweezers from her dresser and quickly tweezed a few hairs from my eyebrows. ?Ouch!? I said as she pulled each one. I counted ten ouches. She held her palate of colors up to my face, and applied similar shades of eyeshadow to my eyelids. ?Your mascara still looks great. Those girls at Clinique really know how to make every gal look her best,? she said, admiring my big brown eyes. Despite the fact that she had just referred to me as a gal, I felt like putty in her hands. ?Your lashes are so long, Shawn. How did you get so lucky?? She turned towards the mirror and applied some mascara quickly to her lashes. She held my chin and brushed a little mascara on my upper and lower lashes. "Now, just a little drama for our lips," she said. "A little darker than our daytime lip." She opened a tube of dark red lipstick and applied it lightly to her lips. She handed me a dark pink colored lipstick and told me to put on a little. I took the tube in my manicured fingers and applied just a small amount to my lips and then pressed my lips together a few times. She demanded I put on a bit more. We each blotted our lips with tissues. I saw a dark pink stain on the tissue where I had blotted them. She put her arm through mine and we faced the mirror together, she in her beautiful dark brown dress, me in her tight white slacks, a translucent grey and black silk top with a shapely white camisole top showing from underneath. My pants ended in a feminine cuff revealing a bit of my bare ankle. The strappy heeled sandals completed my feminine look. Our faces glowed, our eyes and lips beautiful, glossy and stunning, our cheeks pink and youthful. I tried to convince myself that I was just seeing myself in a new light, without my thick, nerdy glasses. But the evidence was standing right next to me. We looked like two beautiful young girls. My face just as clear, my eyes, just as striking, my long slender legs and shapely hips, just as sexy. "But I?m a boy!" my psyche screamed and my mind revolted. I want to kiss Jacqueline, not look like Jacqueline. I wanted to ravish her clothes, not wear her clothes. I thought, in shame, of my tiny whisper of a penis, flaccid and wet from a weak, embarrassed discharge, caused by just a kiss from a beautiful woman. Jacqueline seemed to read my concern and despair. She couldn?t have known about the humiliating discharge of my tiny penis. ?I?ll kiss you again when we aren?t wearing lipstick, Shawn,? she said a little distractedly, as she turned and opened a heavy lidded jewelry box on top of her dresser. My heart skipped a beat. She stood in front of me and faced the mirror, glancing at me behind her. ?It would be so nice if you had pierced ears, Shawn,? she teased me, as she put some dangly chandelier earrings through small holes in her ears. ?They?re really fun to wear. I?m so sorry I don?t have any clip-ons for you to wear.? Her earrings shook merrily and brushed lightly against her graceful neck as she moved her head. She took a thin gold chain with a heart pendant, turned to me and put it around my neck, and reached for a silver ring with a blue stone and quickly slipped it onto my thin ring finger. It fit perfectly. She fished a small woman?s gold watch with a black strap out of her box and wrapped it around the thin wrist of my left hand, and slipped a thick dark red plastic bangle bracelet onto the wrist of my right hand. ?You?re so thin, Shawn, you can easily wear any of my rings or bracelets,? she said, looking at my arms. ?Your camisole strap slipped down again.? With her long, thin fingers, she gingerly slid it up and under the translucent shoulder of my wispy blouse. I could feel her long nails as they gently smoothed the strap and rearranged the sleeve of my top. ?If you try to keep the cami lined up with your bra strap, sometimes that keeps it in place. But when it does fall, it tickles you to remind you that you?re wearing such pretty lingerie.? I again felt the humiliation of my silky predicament. She reached for a glass bottle of fragrance and sprayed some on my wrists. She sprayed a different bottle onto her own wrists and touched her neck with them. 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Andrea’s kids were picked up by their dad and taken off for a two-week holiday with him and his parents.While they were going to Spain, we were heading to Cornwall for a week with Andrea’s family. Our first stop was at her parents’ house and her mother, Rachel, came out to greet us.“The Jeep’s loaded and we’re ready to go,” she said and then surprised me by adding, “Men in the Jeep, girls in your car.”“Oh, right,” I said, handing my car keys to Andrea.I had just enough time to give her a quick...

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A few minutes later the hot water was streaming over me washing away the mixture of sweat and cum that still covered me from the night before. Before long the en suite door opened and my fuckbuddy walked in completely naked, I still couldn’t believe just how sexy he was; each time I looked he seemed to get even better. “Just in time to do my back” I said as he stepped into the spacious shower beside me. Soon he had me well soaped up and was just moving down to play with my balls again when he...

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slip out of Mandy’s very wet pussy. She groaned in disapproval and snuggled up against my neck. What a transformation she went through, I thought as I rubbed her ass. I guess now she was thinking of me as her protector. She sure as hell didn’t want Tyrese coming anywhere near her with that monster cock of his! Well, she was about to see firsthand what it was going to do to her mother! The sight and sound of the 13 year old experiencing her first orgasm made Freddie go wild. He...

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