"That'll be ?9.84 please," the checkout girl said. I reached into mywallet and pulled out a ?10 note. Was it my imagination or were myfingernails long...r? "Keep the change," I said."Oh wow, cool eyeshadow" the girl said "Ya know, a lot of people wouldfreak out by a guy wearing makeup but I think it's kinda cool." Erm, thanks," I said as I quickly left.Walking home, I noticed I was walking heavily on the balls of my feet andmy heels were right off the ground. Not only that but some pink hair. "I might just wet my hair though."Her hair was cut short and I mean really short, much shorter than mine. She jumped off the parapet and walked down the slope to the river's edge. We called it a river but in truth it no more than a stream, just ten foot wide and no more than four foot deep. I sat still on the stone parapet as she wetted her hair and undid a couple of buttons of her top."That fucking feels good," she sighed.She didn't normally swear so it must have felt real good. She wetted her. The poor k** was really upset. I did not wait for an answer and walked in. “Susan you are my sister, it’s ok. Don’t cry baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It’s no big deal,” I said in a soothing tone as she cried into her pillow. “That’s easy for you to say.” Ok I’d prove it to her. Just to make her feel better I quickly stripped. After all “what’s good for the goose…” “Susan stop crying, look at me.” “(Gasp), Jaz…you’re naked!” At first I was so glad she had stopped crying that I did not. She confided in me later that week that she was waking up in the morning with tender nipples and a tender clit. Like those areas were more sensitive than they had ever been, her nipples were almost constantly hard from rubbing up against her bra during the day. And she even admitted to masturbating yesterday morning, because she was so horny.The next night, I took it up a notch. Once I got her fingers in her pussy, I had my hand in my panties as well. Rather than smear her face with her pussy.