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I wanted to thank everyone for the kind words on the first part of this story. I still feel very new to this type of writing and all of your comments and support have helped me a whole lot! I know it's been a while since part one but wanted to get back to this story. I hope you all enjoy it! What You Let Slip Part 2 Jen helped me fix my makeup and wig after our encounter. I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror. I wouldn't say I was exactly passable but I looked better than I ever expected. "Come on cutie. We need to figure out dinner," Jen teased. She had me strut around still getting used to the heels and they were going to take some time to get used to. Jen would give me pointers every now and then. "Remember to take smaller steps." "Wiggle your ass too!" "Try and keep your feet in line." Then the doorbell rang. I snapped up looking at Jen, "Wh-- who's that?" "It's the food, silly. I ordered while you were practicing." "Jen! I can't let them see me dressed like this!" "It's fine! They don't know you." She smiled deviously. I sprinted towards the kitchen, as fast as I could in these heels. I heard Jen open the door as I was facing away. Trying not to be too conspicuous, I grabbed a cup from the cupboard for some water. The delivery boy was handing Jen the food when she called, "Hey, Sasha, can you grab these real quick?" Turning to me holding the bags of Chinese food. I stared in disbelief for a second and then reluctantly made my way to her. With every step, I could hear the click of my heels. It sent a chill up my spine. Even with how embarrassing this was, for someone I had never meant to see me this way, I was so incredibly turned on. Reaching out to Jen for the bags, I saw the delivery boy staring down at my stocking clad legs. He looked back up to me and we made eye contact. He looked away fast, embarrassed. My heart was racing. Smiling, "Thanks, Sasha!" snapping me out of my daze for the moment. I walked back to the kitchen and I could feel my cheeks burning. I turned back as I placed the bags on the counter and saw he was still staring at my legs. I blushed again. Jen all but pushed him out. Coming over to me, she was all giggles. "Did you see him?! He couldn't take his eyes off your legs." "Why'd you do that?! Oh my God, Jen. I'm still shaking. I don't want anyone to see me like this!" "It's no big deal, it's not like you're going to see him again. He'll probably be thinking about you and those legs tonight though." "Oh my god, Jen! I don't want that!" I said blushing and brushing a fallen piece of hair behind my ear. Jen noticed and smiled. "It's okay, sweetie. You'll get used to boys ogling you." She came over, wrapping her arms around me. I was still looking away, my cheeks were blazing. "I hope I'm allowed to ogle you at least." Snapping my head to look up into her eyes, having to still look up while wearing heels was embarrassing. "Of course you can," I said, kissing her. "Great! Because, girl, for being short, you still have some killer legs." "Hey! It's only because you're in taller heels than me." "Well then you'll just have to wear higher heels to not be so short," she said with a sly smile. "Also, Sasha?" I asked quizzically. "I thought it was a cute name, I had to think of one for you. Come on, let's eat so we can relax a bit. I bet your feet are killing you by now." *** After eating we sat on the couch watching a show. Jen kept correcting me on how to sit. "Keep my legs closed." "Put my foot behind the other." "Do you want to show off your panties?" The last one made my cock twitch. Whenever she referred to what I was wearing as my, it just reinforced what I was wearing and I loved it. I moved my hand to my crotch to adjust, Jen caught my hand. "You can't just touch your little cock like that." I looked at her annoyed, "Do you have to keep calling it little?" Jen giggled. "Does it bother you, that you have a little girl cock?" The front of my dress moved. "I think you like that I call it little. Everytime I do, it moves." "It's just how I'm dressed! And it's not little..." I knew I wasn't that big, only 6 inches hard but when it was soft, you couldn't call it 2. "So my boyfriend likes being dressed like this?" She started stroking my stockinged leg. "Wearing all this sexy lingerie, like me? I know you've always liked stockings but I'm so glad you like wearing them too." I let out a little moan. "See, I think your little girl cock likes being in those panties. It suits it." "Jen," I let out a moan "I--" "What? Is your little girl cock trying to get hard?" She slowly made her way up my thigh, resting her hand right on my crotch. "Mmm, it looks like it is. But it's still so small. Let's see if we can get it up a little bit." Putting her other hand on the side of my head, she pulled me in for a kiss, I let out another long moan. Her other hand began rubbing my pantied cock through the dress. She continued rubbing while we were kissing, until I was fully hard, tenting my dress. Jen pulled away from me. "Well, that's not very ladylike." Looking back into my eyes, "Why don't we see how big it got?" Getting down on the ground in front of me, all I could do was watch her. She slowly worked her way up my legs to the edge of my dress, pulling it up to reveal my panties. She patted my penis before freeing it. She gasped as it rocketed forward, glistening with precum. "Wow, you sure are wet!" She giggled. "Let's actually see just how big you are." She pulled out a fabric measuring tape. Taking the tape up against my cock, she began counting. "One, two, three," she pumped up and down and I groaned, "four, five, five in a half! I thought you said you were six inches. I have heels taller than it!" She looked up at me pouting. I just looked down at her shocked, "I-- I thought I was six inches, are you sure?" She looked up at me, annoyed. "I can count." "No. I know. I just--" "So, are you willing to admit you have a little cock now?" She sat back on her feet. Stammering, "--maybe I'm smaller than I thought." She looked back up at me under furrowed brows. "No. Say you have a small girl cock or this stops now." Looking down was such a sight, my cock, fully hard and glistening. My balls, still held by the panties I was wearing. All framed by garter holding up the stockings on my smooth legs. And then Jen, between them, sitting back allowing the lace top of her own stockings to peek out from under her dress. I couldn't let this stop. I never thought I'd actually get to feel and wear these kinds of clothes. I was living a dream. "I have a little girl cock," I whispered. Jen came forward, putting her hands on each of my legs. "Say it again, louder." "I have a girl cock." Louder this time causing my little cock to twitch. "You do, it is cute. Maybe we should call it a clit." My cock pulsed again. She stroked it once, "How does that sound?" Pumping again. I knew I was close. "I have a clit." I gasped as she stroked again. "How does it feel to admit that?" She took the tape that was still around my now engorged clit, and tightened it causing it to throb. Breathedly, "I-- I like it. I like being dressed like this. These clothes. Stockings. I love it." She pumped again. Groaning, "I love you talking to me like this." And again. "I love my little girl clit." I spasmed. She pulled tighter on the tape. My clit bulged and it began to spew. She pulled her hand away. Three large ropes of cum came shooting out into the air and landed on my dress and then my stockings. It took me a bit to catch my breath. Jen just sat down between my legs, she had the biggest smile on her face. "You're my girl now." I looked into her eyes, still gathering myself, I let out, "That sounds great." *** The next few weeks continued like that. As soon as I came home, there was lingerie set out for me and a dress. I still only had the one pair of heels but was becoming quite accustomed to them. Sex had been amazing. Almost every night we'd find ourselves entangled together, our stocking legs rubbing against each other's. My classes had started up soon after this all began and we hadn't had time to dress up. Then one morning, after showering, Jen had left a pair of black lacy panties for me to wear to class. I thought why not, no one there would notice. It had been a while since we had done anything like this and I started getting hard at the thought of wearing them all day. All day I felt the panties hugging me tight. The material constantly caressing me, I tried my hardest not to stiffen. I loved it. The thrill of wearing them out in public and someone noticing, knowing no one could tell it was still exhilarating. As soon as I got home, I ran over to the mirror in our bedroom. Letting my pants fall, I just looked at my little cock in it's panties. I started to rub myself through the material, letting out a light moan. Looking down, I noticed my leg hair had mostly grown back. Stopping, I had a few hours before Jen got home, why not fem up and surprise her. Taking a shower, I shaved myself smooth. My penis didn't look much bigger without its hair. After drying, I moisturized. I love the feel of rubbing the lotion over my freshly smooth legs. I took the panties I was wearing that day, noticing the large stains of precum against the black. How had I leaked that much? I washed them in the sink and hung them out to dry. I wanted to wear them tonight. Entering the bedroom, I found the rest of the set. A matching black bra and garter belt. I found some suntan stockings to go with them. The bra had larger cups than I had worn before, so I had to find something to stuff them. I put the bra on and went searching, deciding on some stockings to fill my chest out. Slipping the garter belt around my waist, I was on to my favorite part. It had been a few weeks since I had worn stockings and I couldn't wait to slide them up my freshly shaved legs. Taking my time with each, I attached them both to the garter. I sat up, a trail of precum was attached to my stomach. My finger found its way to it and scooped it up, rubbing it from the head of my dick. I let out a gasp. Without thinking I brought it to my lips and tasted it. It was sweat, not at all what I was expecting. My mind went to the first night Jen had dressed me. I came in her hand when she called me "her sissy". Her hand was coated in my cum and she grabbed my face, coating the side with it. All I could think about now was what did it taste like? I furiously started masturbating. Rubbing my legs together as I did. I took my second hand and began pressing the spot behind my sack, feeling my orgasm build. Stroking furiously, I moved my hand to catch it. My cock spewed it's seed right into my palm. I licked it up immediately, tasting my own cum for the first time. It was salty and I could feel it swirling around in my mouth, coating it. I-- I didn't hate it. I swallowed. I sat there, letting my member deflate, why did I do that? I needed to finish getting ready, and I ran back into the bathroom. The panties were dry and I slipped them back on, tucking tight.I looked through Jen's makeup, really unsure what to do and thought I'd watch some videos on what to do after finishing getting dressed. Jen had a black skater dress that I really loved and thought I'd wear that. It had a high collar with quarter sleeves. The dress came to a few inches above my thighs, flaring out to give me the illusion of hips. Slipping it on, I found my heels. Yes, my heels. The nude ones Jen had gotten for me the first night. I walked over to the mirror, loving the sight. The larger bust made me happy and my legs looked amazing. I was missing the wig. I found it in the closet, but it was a mess. Once on my head, I found Jen's brush to try and fix it. I heard the front door open. "I'm home, Steven. Where are you? I hope class went well today," she said in a sing-song tone. A little disappointed I didn't get to finish getting ready, I made my way out, trying to be quiet. But when my heel struck the hardwood of the hall, Jen's head shot up to look at me from the kitchen. "Oh my god! Sasha! I can't believe it!" She came running over to me. "I didn't expect to see you again for a while." "I thought I'd surprise you, after you left those panties out for me this morning I thought why not go full out." She hugged me tightly then kissed me. She quickly pulled her head and said, "Why does your mouth smell like cum?" She looked into my eyes sternly. My face went beet red. She could smell it. I never washed my mouth out. I stammered, "Uh. I uh--" "Whose is it?" Yelling in my face. "Jen. It's mine-- I got so horny dressing up again, I jacked off and got curious--" "Oh my god! I'm so relieved. I mean wow, my boyfriend is a cum eater but at least he's not out on his knees in the streets!" She started laughing. I just stood there looking down, my arms wrapped around me. I was so embarrassed. Having her call me her boyfriend while dressed like this felt wrong. Calling me a cum eater. What was I doing? "Did you like it?" Shooting my eyes up to meet hers, she was smiling. Her eyes bore into me. "You did! That's so hot, I want to watch you do that later." She pushed into me, almost knocking me over with her lust. Her lips pressing into mine, she felt ravenous. "Get into the bedroom, now, sissy." She chased me to the bed and pushed me down. With one hand, she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She threw them at my face, they were soaked. Crawling over me, she positioned her crotch above my face. I looked up to her, her arms stretched out holding onto the bed frame. Her face looked red, she panted, "I need you, sissy." My mouth shot for her. Taking my tongue along her opening, she let out the deepest moan. After a few laps and dips, I turned my focus to her clit which was throbbing. Taking it between my lips, Jen squeezed my head between her thighs and let out a guttural "Yes." Her moans were building as I inserted a finger, slowly stroking her inner wall. She responded by grinding her hips into my finger. I continued sucking on her clit, feeling she was close as she let out a yelp, releasing over my face. Jen collapsed atop of me, heaving. "That was amazing. Thank you." I leaned up and kissed her forehead, "Of course." She took my head against her and we laid together while she caught her breath. My hands continued to rub her stockinged thighs, playing with her garters. Teasingly I asked, "Can I finish getting ready now?" Jen rolled over next to me, laughing hysterically. "Oh my god, you are such a girl. Let me recover and I'll help you freshen up." She pushed on my shoulder playfully, "I love you like this." "I do too. I feel so--" "Sexy?" "Yeah. Sexy. God. I love lingerie." She began laughing again, "Well we're going to need to go out and get you more. Can't have you soaking all of mine with you cum." She looked over at me with a large smile, "Unless you're going to eat it all before it has a chance to." I shot up, "I just tried it, that's all!" "Okay. We'll see." She got up off the bed, wobbling, still in her heels. "Whoa, that really took a lot out of me. Come on, let's get you prettied up." *** We spent the evening stroking and groping. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. My crotch would twitch whenever Jen would rub my stockings. Even just rubbing them together myself caused me to stir. I had a tent in my dress all evening. "You're going to need to figure out how to keep this under control, as sexy as it is, it's not very ladylike," Jen said as she stroked it through my dress. "Oh and how can I do that? I'm just constantly being stimulated by these clothes. And you keep rubbing my stockings! How are you not always horny, wearing this stuff all the time?" "I am always horny." She let out a little chuckle, "Seeing you watch just me as I walk around makes me wet, you want me always when I'm wearing stockings. Hell, all men look at me that way." "Jen! I don't want to know that-- Fuck, you're beautiful, I know men are probably always looking at you and your long legs. But I don't want to think about that." My face felt hot. "They'd be looking at yours too, sweetie." She pushed into me. I felt my cock jump at that. "I saw that! God, you're going to be a tease." She burst out laughing. "Alright, I'm going to help you out here, we can't have your little cock disrupting the front of your dress." I hadn't heard her call it that in so long, I let out a little moan as it pushed against my panties. Still coming to accept it, it did still hurt that she thought I was so small. "Wow. You just like being humiliated, huh?" Chuckling, she got between my legs. "I'll keep that in mind, sissy." Again, I let out a moan. I had nothing to say, I did. And I wanted her to keep calling me her sissy and treating me like one. Jen pulled my small penis out and immediately engulfed it in her mouth. Only after a few bobs, I felt it. "Jen-- I'm about to--" And I did. Pushing my hips forward, stream after stream pumping. I fell back to the couch. Jen laughed and crawled up to me. She kissed me, I opened my mouth a bit and felt her push in. Then I tasted it, my cum again. My eyes went wide, she was watching. I wanted to spit it out. Jen's hand went to my mouth. "No. Taste it. I want you to." I let it sit. I started rolling it around. It tasted the same as before, but again not horrible. "I want you to get used to it. There's nothing wrong with it. I swallow your's all the time." I felt it coating my whole mouth for the second time today. I just looked up at Jen, she was straddling my lap, our legs rubbing together. "Swallow it, feel it run down your throat, coating it as it does. I love that feeling." I did. "Good girl." She kissed me hard. "You're going to be doing that a lot from now on." She ground her crotch into me and let out a gasp. I looked up into her eyes, her beautiful eyes. "Okay." "You'll be my little cum eater." Her smile beamed. I knew then I really would become her cum eater. *** Jen was gone when I woke up, she left a pair of lacy pink panties for me to wear. I scheduled so I wouldn't have classes on Fridays and I'd have a long weekend and decided to spend the day as Sasha. I found a package of control hose and wanted to try them. As much as I loved stockings, seeing a girl's thighs completely encased with hosiery turned me on too. Thinking the control top would help keep me tucked, I couldn't wait to try them. After showering, I couldn't wait to put them on. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slowly started rolling them up my legs. I tucked myself as tight as I could and pulled up the control top, hugging me all over. I ran to the mirror. With my cock tucked and the control hose, I looked like a girl from the waste down. Which only caused a throb between my legs. The hose also brought in my waist a bit giving me the illusion of curved hips. I found one of Jen's shorter dresses. It was maroon and stopped high on my thigh, I'd have to be careful when I bent over. The front plunged pretty deep and would show cleavage, if I had any. I stood in front of the mirror again and posed a bit. I loved seeing my whole thigh encased under the dress. I could feel myself stirring and I needed to calm down. I spent the rest of the morning watching some videos on how to actually do make up and after a few attempts I figured out a simple daytime look. It's going to take some practice to do this regularly though. The afternoon came around, and I had to fight myself from masterbating. Everytime I looked down, I just saw my silky legs and would stroke them. Slowly working my way up to in between my legs, massaging my cock, filling it enlarge. The hose kept in place and from growing too much, but the feeling of restriction was amazing. From the couch in the living room, I could see myself in the hall mirror. I looked like a woman, fingering herself. The image almost took me over the edge. "Oh my god-- I need to stop or I'm going to cum in my panties," I let out. Sitting up, I crossed my legs, feeling my dick being squeezed even more. "Maybe that will stop me from playing with myself." I let out a little chuckle. Turning on the tv to distract myself, I began thinking about the night I let Jen know about this little fetish of mine. What else had I revealed? She said I revealed a lot to her that night while I was very drunk. I hope I didn't let her know everything. Jen finally came home. Seeing me on the couch, she smiled. "I like coming home to my sexy girlfriend all dressed up." "Speak for yourself, that is one hell of a work outfit!" She was wearing a very tight pencil skirt and a silk blouse, hardly buttoned showing off her cleavage. A hint of lace from her bra was sticking out. "I was feeling frisky today, after last night," she said with a wink. "But I was not expecting to see you dressed so skimpy also." Standing, "Oh, is this skimpy? I hadn't realized." "Only just so ever." She approached me. "But you're pulling it off," she said with a wink, "I like the change to hose with that dress too." I put my foot out, moving it side to side, showing off my silken thigh. "I love how my thighs look in these." "Me too." Pulling me in for a kiss, she put her leg between mine so I was straddling it. Her skirt hiked up enough I could feel her stocking, on both my thighs. Trying to increase the friction, I ground my crotch into her leg. Feeling myself harden at this, I let out a deep moan into her mouth. As our kissing continued, I began grinding harder. Jen's lips, barely apart from mine. "Careful there, wouldn't want you to cum so soon sweetie." I pushed harder into her leg and kept it there. "Mmm but I'm so close." Her lips pushed into mine, she lifted her leg to meet my resistance. My head fell back with a loud moan, I felt my cock try and push against the panties and hose but to no avail. Looking back at Jen, her smile was extremely wide. "Does my little sissy want to cum? You'll have to clean those hose out with your tongue if you do." My crotch pulled back ever so slightly, I wasn't ready to eat anymore cum. "Oh, that's too bad." Jen pouted, "I was looking forward to watching you lap up your mess, I guess you're not that much of a cum eater yet." She stepped away, straightening her skirt. "But we'll work on that." "Do I really have to be a cum eater?" Exasperated, "I just like these clothes." Turning to me, her eyes stern, "If you're going to be a sissy, my sissy, you're going to eat cum." Standing back, with my arms across my chest now. I could feel the moistness between my legs. I don't want to be a cum eater, but I love being her sissy. "Fine." "That's some attitude. You know, I'm indulging your fetish here, you can do something for me too." She started walking away, annoyed. "Jen--" "I'm getting changed. Figure out dinner for us." She all but slammed the door. Standing there, I thought about all of this. I was wearing heels, hose, panties, a dress, a wig, and makeup. I hadn't even thought about Jen, this is just all I wanted. What did she want? For me just to eat a little cum? And it was just mine. If she could eat it, why can't I, just to make her happy. Walking into the kitchen, my heels hitting the tile sending a shiver up my spine. How could I give this feeling up? I made one of the meals that I knew Jen really liked of mine, spicy honey garlic chicken over rice. As I was finishing, she came out of the bedroom, wearing joggers and a large sweater. I felt so out of place dressed like this now. We ate in mostly silence, Jen thanked me for the food. After washing all the dishes, I quietly said "I'm going to get changed." "No, stay that way," Jen said not looking up from the couch. Hesitantly, I made my way over to the couch, my heels seeming to echo louder and louder with each step. Sitting next to her, she turned on the tv and watched quietly. The evening continued like that. I tried to get close to her but she'd pull away ever so slightly. My feet were starting to get uncomfortable, I had been wearing the heels all day. I bent down to take them off, Jen stopped me. "Keep them on. You want to look pretty, they stay on." A little shocked, I just sat back and crossed my legs. Eventually after the silent evening. we went to bed. I finally got undressed and felt my bare feet for the first time since I got dressed earlier today. I untucked, not wanting to sleep with my penis between my legs. There was only a small bulge in the front, I saw Jen smirk at it causing me to blush. And that was the evening. *** Waking up the next morning, we were snuggled together. It warmed my heart. As I started to stir, Jen turned over to me. "I don't want to fight about this." She said, not making eye contact. "I know. I don't either." Reaching to pull her in again. "I didn't think about what you wanted, and I'm sorry. Thank you for indulging me in all this. I never thought-- that you would be okay with this and I just dove right into it. I'm sorry." "Thank you. And it's okay. I'm glad you let me know about this and it is fun for me. But I want to experiment with things too. I like bossing you around." She chuckled. "And you like it too." I smiled. "I do." "Good." She kissed me. "So, you still want to be my sissy?" "Yes, I do." "Then we need to get you your own lingerie. Today. Go take a shower and make sure you're all smooth." Excitedly, I jumped out of bed. My own lingerie. Knowing we would be out in public, shopping for me, made me a bit nervous. But I couldn't wait to have my own collection just as sexy as Jen's. Exiting the bathroom with a towel around my waist, I was looking forward to seeing what panties Jen had chosen for me today. Then I saw it, sitting on the bed where she had left panties for me before. A chastity cage. "That night you told me about your lingerie-- interest, you let this slip too. That you've always wanted to be controlled like this. I couldn't stop thinking about it. How hot it'd be to lock you up. It took me a while to find one I liked and didn't know exactly when I'd bring it up but after last night, I thought it'd be a good idea." I just stood there, silent. I can't believe I told her about this too. I've watched and read sissy erotica for as long as I could remember. The idea of being locked into chastity and controlled thrilled me to no end. Being locked longer and longer until you shrink to a little nub, but it was only a fantasy. "Don't worry, I'm not going to keep you locked up for long. Really I just don't want you to get hard as we shop for you today." She patted the bed. "Come on over, I want to see it on." She had a huge smile. Reluctantly, I sat. There was an obvious tent in the towel wrapped around me. Jen kneeled in front of me, unwrapping the towel revealing I was fully erect. Laughing, "I was worried I was wrong about this, I can see I wasn't." She had a bag of ice ready. Placing it gently but directly on my penis, I let out a gasp, trying to pull away. "Shh. It's going to be okay." It quickly shrunk, even smaller than I usually am soft. Jen put the ring around, pulling my balls through first and then my shaft. Slipping the cage over, it was small, the cold metal keeping me limp. It was about an inch in length. Looking back up at me with the lock in hand, "Are you ready, sissy?" I nodded my head, my heart beating fast. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I was so nervous and incredibly excited. I couldn't wait for her to close the lock. I heard the click, Jen jiggled the cage about, letting out a small giggle. "Well now you really have a clit." Blushing, my cage tried to move at her comment. With nowhere to go, I wouldn't be growing at all. I just stared at it in bewilderment. Jen stood, shimmying her body. "Oh my God, I love this!" Biting the key, "I can't wait to see what you'll do to get out?" My head shot up hearing this. "I thought you said, this was just for the shopping trip?!" "I did. But I want to have some fun," she said with a wink. "You'll have to be a good sissy." After getting dressed, the only girly item was a pair of white panties. I waited for Jen in the living room. My hand couldn't keep off the cage. I couldn't believe I was actually wearing one, I never thought I'd have the courage to. And here, Jen, my amazing beautiful girlfriend is holding the keys. "Be a good sissy." What did she mean by that? I heard the bedroom door open, She was wearing a green wrap around dress which showed a bit of cleavage. It stopped at her knee but had a split which showed a lot of leg as she walked. She was wearing suntan hose and caramel 3 inch heels. "Are you ready, dear?" She asked with a smirk, knowing how much her outfit was getting to me. I stood to meet her, I still had to look up to meet her eyes. With a gulp, "Yes. I'm ready."