I told u I’d go to sleep but I LIED I’m awake looking at your BLOG!!
Anyways I can’t stop thinking about feminizing Sam. He already wears eye makeup so I bet you could spin it in his brain that why not wear lip gloss too? And if you’re that far just wear panties. A skirt isn’t much worse!! He’s totally embarrassed about it and won’t look you in the eye when you make him wear your “girl stuff” but deep down he’s so into it, he’ll even eventually steal your panties and secretly wear them under those baggy ass cargo shorts !!
18+, smut, feminization kink, handjob.
You're one of my closest friends and I expect nothing from you.
"Look at you, pretty girl," You tease him, wiping the smeared lipgloss off his chin. Giggling at the way Sam adverts his gaze, you shake your head. Getting him flustered is so easy, specially when he is wearing your clothes— or your makeup.
"Shut up," He murmurs, but you can see the ghost of a smile dancing on his shimmering lips. "I feel stupid."
"I think you look cute," You shrug, running your hands up and down his thigh, your fingers reaching the hem of the black skirt you bought. Sam shivers, looking away once more before you squeeze his flesh, silently asking him to not shy away, not from you. "This is between us, baby."
He rolls his eyes, his long eyelashes brushing his sparkling eyelids. All of this started rather comically; first, he wore your panties as a joke, trying to hide the underlying excitement that it brought him, then, he allowed you to do his makeup, properly, this time. No smudged eyeshadow and cheap eyeliner. Proper makeup. Mascara all over his eyelashes and red lipstick enhancing the soft curve of his lips— next thing he knows, he is fucking you while wearing your underwear and that stupid shirt that fits him like a crop top.
"I feel like a slut," Sam confesses, huffing out a laugh, running his hand through his dyed hair.
Lazily rubbing his crotch, you trace the lace of the underwear that barely conceals his cock, biting your lip as you feel it twitch underneath your touch. Something about him looking like this sends a different signal to your brain— all you crave is to devour him, to make him groan and jerk. Sam, on the other hand, feels a similar way. Something about dressing up switches something in his brain, turning him into a mindless putty, easily wrapped around your pinky.
"Are you going to keep teasing me?" He pouts, hiding his face in your neck as he plants soft kisses, leaving your skin sticky with the lipgloss.
"Maybe," You retort and with little effort, you yank the elastic of the pink panties, stroking his half-hard dick. Sam hisses against your neck, rolling his hips. "Look, I know you want to."
"I do," He agrees, chuckling. "But you know I can't last long with your pretty hand around my cock. It just does something to me that I can't explain."
You hum in response, lifting his shirt and running your thumb over his nipple, catching the bead of precum that rolls down his shaft with your palm, smearing it around. In a split second, your lips descend, suckling on his nipple gently, speeding up your jerking just a bit. Sam throws his head back, spreads his thighs wider and helps you keep his shirt lifted, like the good boy— or girl— he is.
"Fucking hell," He curses, not being able to bear it any longer and looking down, fixated on the lewd way your hand slides up and down his member. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
"Nothing," You nibble his hardened nub, before switching sides. "I just made you into my pretty girl, I don't think it's a big deal."
