We Mallus are beautiful and we are proud of it.We tie our saree at the waist line, not at the hip curve. We boast our curves, we like showing our bell... buttons. People may differ with me on this, but I, along with many of my friends and cousins, like our hips a lot. I loved it when guys and girls look at my curves.The passion in their eyes turns me on. Often in girls’ bathrooms in school and college, we used to lift our tops up, comparing our hip curves. Two girls would compete each day, while. I'm just left in the middle of her room stunned. I can'tbelieve I'm in girls' underwear and a dress. I can't remember having everfelt this horny. Right now I'm at her mercy, feeling so submissive I'dlikely do whatever she asked and I'm currently loving it.I glance around for a mirror but can only see a relatively small make-upmirror and I'm unable to see much of myself in it from where I am. Bynow, she's back with the shoes and has me step into them. "I'll help youwith the straps as I'm not. Change in to some sexy black underwear!”The rush of sexual excitement had my pussy and ass tingling at the prospect of Alan's magnificent cock. I squirmed on the plastic cock, moaning loudly.“Fuck me Alan!” I uttered as another orgasm surged through me. As my panting dissipated, I climbed off the plastic cock, unhooking my stockings from my garter straps and headed upstairs for a quick shower and change. Drying myself with a huge warm towel, my skin felt alive and tingling. Smoothing coconut. "She sat back up but didn't move away from me, asking, "And so what's yours?" "I'd love to get rid of this thing," looking at my lap, "I wish I had what you have instead, I always have." If we could just trade bodies, huh?" she said chuckling."Yeah, it'd solve both our problems, you'd be rid of your big boobs and this thing would be yours instead of mine." Uh, can I, mmm can I touch it?" she asks, hesitating to say the words.Acting as nonchalantly as I can under the circumstance, I say, "Sure,.