My Best Friend ... My Secret Sissy!: How I Made My Favorite Guy's Kinky Dreams Come True (Femdom Feminization S&M) E-Book

Arya Martin

• Herausgeber: Arya Martin
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 41

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

College freshman Amy is excited to learn that her childhood best friend Joey is back in town. The two reconnect over coffee and between classes. Then, one day, Amy stumbles onto Joey's little secret—he's got a major thing for wearing lipstick and panties! Amy finds herself fascinated by this new side of her best guy friend—enough that it distracts her completely from her hunky boyfriend, Darwin. They say it's the fittest who survive, but, in this case, the buff, tough guy just isn't what Amy's into. She wants "Josie," the dainty little coed, and she wants to dominate the little sissy until he begs for mercy! FEATURES: Sissy girl dress-up, female domination, sissification/forced feminization, crossdressing, FLR (female-led relationship), a young man feminized by a woman, bondage, spanking, backdoor play, and even a dash of kinky best-friend romance! FICTION, 9,000 words.

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My Best Friend … My Secret Sissy!

(How I Made My Favorite Guy’s Kinky Dreams Come True)

BY

Arya Martin

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Copyright 2015 by Arya Martin

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This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended only for readers ages 18 and above. All characters portrayed as participating in sexual acts are consenting, are at least 18 years of age, and are not related by blood.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: A Friend from Way Back

Chapter 2: The Pretty Boy’s Secret

Chapter 3: Playing with Makeup Turns Me On

Chapter 4: The Reckoning

Chapter 5: I Love You, Slut

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1

Sometimes, looking back, you can really point to that moment when a friendship starts to fall apart, when two people just kind of split and start to go off in different directions. For Joey and me, I think it was when we were juniors in high school, that time my favorite pair of cupcake-pattern panties disappeared from my hamper. I think the worst part of it for me was that when I confronted him about it, he lied to me. We both knew it was him who’d taken them. He was the only person who’d been in my room since the last time I’d seen those panties. He just wouldn’t fucking admit it. Of course I would have had weird feelings about it anyway, but it was the lie that created the rift, that kept us from talking it out like we always had everything up to that point. We kept hanging out some after that, because he was my oldest friend and I just couldn’t let him go that easily, but that was definitely the beginning of the end.

Fast-forward to three years later. Joey went off to Harvard. He’s always been smart. I stayed here and went to the state university. I’m smart, too, but I guess I’m not always the bravest person. Living at home would save money, I reasoned. I think the truth is that I couldn’t let go of my friends and family and all the familiar places. I’m either sentimental, I guess, or just plain a coward.

It was toward the end of my first semester that I heard Joey was transferring back. It was one of our mutual friends from high school, Candy, who filled me in. I’m not always someone who’s super in touch with her emotions, but I at least knew I had some kind of mixed feelings about this. You never really stop caring about someone you grew up with, I guess. On the one hand, I felt kind of disappointed to hear he was giving up on Harvard. It meant something had gone very wrong, because Joey had talked about going to Harvard his whole life, and he’d worked hard to get there. And on the other hand, I definitely felt a little excited at the idea of getting to see him again. After all, what had happened was years behind us. I’d kind of missed him ever since things fell apart. Maybe it was time to try to make a connection again.

I spotted him across Cuppa’s, the local coffee shop that had once been a favorite haunt of ours and where we’d agreed to meet now that he was back in town. He looked just the same, slim-built, cute as a button with his snub nose, pouty lips, and freckles, his brown eyes guileless as always, his nut-brown hair a little longer than I remembered it. We were the same age, but I’d always kind of thought of him as a little brother, partly because he always looked young and was small for his age, but also because there was a little lost puppy quality about him. When we were really little, when his family had first moved to the neighborhood—I think it was first grade—he’d sort of glommed on to me right away, and I’d been happy to take him under my wing. It’s funny. I remember he was this quiet, shy little kid, but for some reason he and I clicked, and after that he never shut up around me. He would just follow me around gabbing about anything and everything that popped into his head. The minute somebody else came along, he’d go silent as a stone. The memory of it always brings a smile to my lips.

Ever since the panties incident, though, he’d kind of been shy around me too. I’d always kind of wished he’d just fucking talk to me about it, but what can you do?

“Hey,” I grinned, walking up to the booth where he was seated.

He smiled up at me, though it wasn’t altogether convincing. He looked tired. And nervous. I opened my arms, and he stood and gave me a quick hello hug, then sat back down.

“How ya doin’?” I asked, sliding into the booth across the table from him.

“Not bad,” he said, keeping up his wan smile. “You?”

“Same old,” I shrugged. Well, this was awkward. This wasn’t the sweet, idealistic, bubbly boy I remembered.