Have you seen my grey top?


 “Dan, have you seen my grey top? The one with the matching shorts.” Allison said, popping her head into her brother’s room one last time before heading out for the weekend.


“No clue, sorry. You leaving now?” Dan responded, looking up from the video he was watching on his phone and brushing a lock of hair out of his face.


“I figured it wouldn’t be you, ha. Just covering my bases. Yeah, I’ll be back on Monday once my work conference is over. Stay positive, ok? I know second puberty’s been kinda hard on you but you’ll see the upside of being a girl soon enough, I promise!” Allison quickly turned away, the sound of her Uber honking its horn outside bringing back her sense of urgency. “Anyways, Gotta go, byeee!”


Dan paused, listening for the sound of the click of the front door that confirmed that his sister was actually gone before a smile slowly spread across his face.


“Finally, I thought she would never leave!” He thought, quickly pacing over to the back of his dresser and pulling out his sister’s missing top and a few other pieces of her wardrobe from where he’d hidden them a few hours ago. 


No offense, he loved his sister, but there were some things he felt were better off left unsaid for now. Like how he was having a much better time adapting to his new body post-second puberty than he had let on. Or that he had been borrowing more and more of her clothes whenever she was gone so he could truly admire the new curves his body had developed over the past few weeks. Or how, most recently, he had been exchanging some saucy pics with one of his old friends from when he was a guy. A friend who would be showing up here in just a few hours to make good on all the flirting they’d done over text.


Dan quickly got dressed, smiling when he looked in the mirror and saw just how well he filled out his sister’s clothes now. His heart racing imagining what he’d be doing in just a few minutes, he snapped a selfie and sent it over to his friend, making sure his cleavage was well in frame. Pausing for a moment, he decided to send a quick message to go with it.


“They look so much better in person… Get here fast and I might let you cum on them <3”

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Do I look like i know how to swap bodies?

Image
“God, this is so fucked!” Nadia moaned, pacing around her apartment like a storm ready to strike the first target she laid her eyes on. “And you’re sure you didn’t do anything weird to cause this?” “Do i look like I know how to swap bodies?” Joe responded, affronted by her accusation. “Besides, even if i could, why would I pick you?” He continued, crossing his arms awkwardly over his chest. “What do we do? do we tell people?” “Are you crazy? “Hey mom, I know it’s your neighbor down the hall talking to you, but i’m actually your teenage son?” They’d think you’re having some kind of psychological episode before they’d believe us.” Nadia laughed, humorlessly. “You need to fix this. Soon.” “Well my parents are gonna expect me and my body home any minute now for dinner, what am I supposed to do now?” Nadia sighed. “God, okay you little brat, here’s what we’re gonna do. I’ll go to your place and pretend i have a stomachache or something so i don’t have to eat dinner with your miserable paren...
Read more

And this is supposed to be a large?

Image
“God, and this is supposed to be a large??” Ricardo groaned as he found himself outgrowing yet another one of the tops he had bought just a few weeks ago. He had even gone for a looser size than he thought he’d need just to be safe, a choice that had given him a couple extra days of wear before he had to accept the inevitable: His new breasts were bursting out of his shirt, and they were only liable to get bigger over the next few weeks until they finally hit their eventual size.  Ricardo had been prepared for second puberty. He knew it ran in the family - he had seen his older brother become an older sister a few years back. What he hadn’t been prepared for was just how much curvier his new body was about to become. His older brother had always been slim and athletic, and his female self was much the same after second puberty. Ricardo, however, found out very early on that his experience would not be the same as his new sister’s. A newfound appetite was the first clue: Even eating...
Read more

Feels good to be a bitch!

Image
“Hey sexy, you need a lift?” Nick frowned as he shielded the sun from his eyes to see the source of the noise: Some middle aged man pulling up in a sports car, clearly compensating for something by the look of his out of date clothes and greying, dyed a bit too black for anyone to mistake it for his natural color hair. “Really? That’s what you’re approaching me with? God, as if!” He scoffed back, smiling when he noticed his words had hit their mark. “Look at your dusty ass outfit and then look at me, did you really think you had a chance? You’re not fooling anyone with the hair, by the way!” He knew he wasn’t supposed to think it, but god, it felt good being a bitch. Seeing guys’ faces fall as they got shot down, rubbing the fact that he was out of their league in their faces, he knew it was wrong but the rush it gave him doing it ran right through his body like fireworks every time. It was one of many personality traits he now struggled with since the Role Exchanger made him almost un...
Read more