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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Adult · #1888025
You or someone you know find a bodysuit device
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Chapter #13

A Little Sister's Wish

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You're panting like crazy after that marathon session. The whole room reeks of vaginal fluid spread everywhere – in Ashley's bed, where you’re resting your head, and on the rug where you sit. Your body's hot and in pain from all the twitching and cramping, and your groin is on fire. Your fingers are wet and shriveled, your hair's a mess and your mouth's dry from breathing on your mouth.

And your mind? Craving for more. You stopped caring that you're wearing your sister like a costume – in fact, it doesn't feel like a costume at all. The weight of her breasts, her hair falling on your shoulders, her manicured nails soaked in her – not your – fluids; you are Tina Anderson, and you're enjoying it.

And you're not the only one enjoying this experience. You notice the voluptuous Ashley Wright – worn by your little sister Claire – highly amused. “Seems I converted you.”

“It feels so wrong,” you reply, her appearance scaring your sex-hungry mind. “But it’s crazy. Do women really feel this? Orgasm after orgasm?”

“Pretty much,” she replies with a giggle. “Why do you think I'm always here, ‘Sis’? Can’t do it at home when Mom and Dad are around.”

“Since when?”

“Phbbt! Like a year ago! After Sex Ed, one of the girls spoke about it. We didn't believe it at first, but then some of them tried, and said it was good, so...” She grins mischievously.

“If one of your school friends told you to drink booze because it makes you feel good, would you do it?”

“Too late for that,” your little sister confesses. “Katie and I already tasted beer. Don't worry – it tastes like piss.”

“What I’m telling you is that–”

“Yeah, yeah, I know – don't fall to peer pressure. Like Mom and Dad didn’t give me that speech already.” Ashley sits beside you, throwing her arm around your shoulder. “Anyways - tell me this doesn’t feel great. And I don’t mean shoving your fingers you-know-where. Doesn't it feel like you’re taking a vacation from yourself?”

“Well...” (You have to admit – it's a good allegory.) “Kinda. It feels weird being Tina – well, being a woman in the first place. How your body feels different, what with having big breasts and nothing hanging from below that you can feel.”

“See? That’s good. I agree – when I put on those jeans that I told you I liked, my first thought was ‘I should go hang out wearing these’. I really wanna feel what it is to be older, y'know. And hot. Get guys to whistle and catcall me.”

“Why?”

“Because...!” She pouts angrily yet cutely, very out of place with the woman whose face she's wearing. “Boys ignore me. I wanna make boys think ‘she’s hot’ and act like it.”

“I'd feel weirded out if they did the same to me.”

“Yeah. I guess it's because you think like a guy.” She chuckles, rubbing her lip. “Tell you what. How about next time you put on Nick and we hang out together?”

“Why?”

“You wouldn't feel bad if girls teased you, no? Plus, you'd keep an eye on us, and we could tease each other and get Nick into trouble.”

“See, that's something I don't like. Which reminds me – that's my biggest issue with Katie wearing Jessica. What if she gets her into trouble?”

“Katie wouldn't be so stupid to get her into trouble, Davey.”

“Claire,” you say, stressing out her true identity to reach out. “I know you think this is fun – and, in a way, it is – but think about it. What if someone stole the pens and used them on you? And then you woke up in jail or worse because of what they did?”

Your little sister scowls at you with Ashley's green eyes (it’s a mystery how they change color to meet the real ones – must be magic) but recognizes the truth in your words. “You have a terrible way to suck the fun out of everything,” she says as she leaves.

“Claire, I'm just saying! Tell me something – how long since you've been putting her on?”

“A coupl'a days.”

“Right. What if she starts suspecting? Every day, at around the same hour, she gets a blackout and then wakes up to a mess. I know you wanna experience this, but...” You notice the dark glare in her eye, making you conscious about your own (if forced) dilemma. “Tell you what. You said you wanted me to go as Nick, right?”

“Yeah. But wouldn't that be the same thing?”

“If I do it more than once, maybe. But as a one-off? That might be different. There are other women and men out there. If you wanna experience what's to be an older woman, don't stick to one and just play with her pussy! Try on someone else. Put them on for a while, spend the night without ruining their life, and then return them back to normal. One blackout? People might not notice. More than one? They'll start to worry.”

She nods, humming with satisfaction. “Yeah. I guess you're right. What made you think about that, though?”

“It’s obvious you like this. You won't stop. Might as well help you learn from those experiences instead of doing something you'll regret.”

“True, true. But...” She moves towards the mirror, staring at Ashley's supple body. “I really like how she looks. She's gorgeous.”

“Try to find someone like her. Maybe someone a bit younger, or a bit older. Spice things up. Like you said – a vacation. Not moving in permanently.”

“But while that happens, you don't mind if I spend a couple more days as her? Just... to get my fill. Plus, we can still use this place as a hideout.”

You don't want to pressure her, so you finally relent. “Alright. But only for this week. After that, give her a rest.”

“Alright, alright...” She jerks her chin at the door, smiling. “Say, you have an urge to pee? I wanna know your thoughts on how we girls do.”

--

“Bro!” You hear a slam at the door, startling you. It’s been two days since you experienced being in Tina’s body, and judging by your older brother's sudden appearance specifically requesting you, it might not actually be him.

“What?”

“Hey, wanna follow me and hang out with some chicks?” He winks and grins, confirming what you suspected.

“You better not take Davey to someplace undesirable,” Tina blares as she passes through. As you told Claire, she found that “blackout” period strange, particularly the bodily pain, but chalked it up to – of all things – her period. (That taught both of you that you must be careful with who you wear.)

“And what if I do?” Nick replies.

“Davey's got a girlfriend, you moron. I know you don’t respect women but I expect him to do so.”

“Don't worry,” he says dismissively – perhaps with too much sass. “It's not like I’m gonna take him to hang with the college cheer squad...”

“Whatever.” She leans inside, pointing at you. “Davey, you're almost an adult. Fuck around and find out. That’s all I'm gonna say.”

After leaving, Nick began snickering, telling you all you needed to know. “Wait for you on the place we agreed,” he says while jerking his chin to the steps.

After a quick shower and dressing up, you tumble down the stairs, stopping only to tell your mother you’re leaving. She leans into the living room, stopping you briefly. “Be careful. I know Nick told me he'd be with you, but I don't like the places he visits.”

“Mom, if I go to college, I'll have to know. Better now than ever.”

“Still - just be careful out there. Be back before dinner.” She approaches to kiss you on the forehead, rubbing your head. “And try to see if Nick also comes! Tell him that.”

“I will!” You slide out the door, quickly making your way to Ashley’s house but slowing down just as you approach. You check on her window, only to see no one. Worried, you tap on the doorbell, hoping Claire isn’t pranking you.

It takes a while for her to answer, and when she appears, she doesn't seem to recognize you. “Hello?”

“Is my sister around? Not sure if you've seen her – small, annoying pest...”

“No,” Ashley replies, but one look in the eye tells you she's holding something. “I haven't seen anyone coming in. Do I know you?”

You cross your arms and stare at her until she breaks. “Fine. Thought you'd fall for it. Change in my room.”

Stepping in, you notice Nick's on the floor alongside his clothes. You close the door and undress, weirded out that you'll be your older brother soon enough. Compared to your average looks, Nick has a couple things up his sleeve – a fit body with toned pectorals and legs, actual abs and some biceps. He’s not bulky, nor he's tall, but his spiky hair and devil-may-care look (which comes quite naturally to you) make him attractive (you suppose).

Compared to when you wore Tina, putting on a man's skin only feels different on your crotch. When you wore her, your thing seemed to suck itself into you, but in his case, you have to adjust it a bit until it feels like your thing's falling into a pouch. As it adjusts, you feel his thing flopping and twitching awake.

And as you adjust his face into yours near the mirror, you start to hear faint panting coming from Ashley's closet. You can only suspect who she might be – and when you open the door, she gasps in fear. “David!”

“Katie...” She's still wearing Jessica, she's nude and she's touching herself. “What are you doing?”

“Uh... I...” She blushes, her facial expressions too childish for the real deal. “You look hot.”

“Katie, what were you doing hiding here? Can't I have some privacy?”

She pouts, frustrated by your rebuke. “What's the point if we're gonna be naked anyways? S'not like you haven't seen me naked...”

“I saw Jessica naked because of what happened. I haven't seen you.”

You feel she was hurt by those words, because her next expression reflects her pain. “I guess there's no point in asking you, then.”

“What?”

“To have sex. I want to feel what’s to have sex with someone. Especially if it's you.”

Your worst fears have realized. Katie's taking acting as Jessica way too serious. But if there's one thing you can't stand, is seeing someone cry because of you. Surely a one-night stand wouldn't hurt?

You have the following choices:

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1. Accept - but only for now!

2. Respectfully decline

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