It was Annie, their babysitter. “Hey Jay. I have a few favor to ask. My car is acting weird and my mom is out of town. I really don’t want to blow...you guys off. Anyway you can pick me up?” “Sheila is out running errands. I can come get you after she gets back and starts getting ready,” Jay replied. “Awesome! If it’s alright with you I can just crash at your place so you don’t have to take me home when you get home.” “I don’t see a problem with that.” “Cool. See ya in a bit.” Jay hung up the. Still musing to myself, I clicked through the website with familiarmotions to "Transgenders & Crossdressers - Erotic tales of gender bendingfun." As was often the case when I read these kinds of stories, I wasdressed up. Nothing fancy, just a baby pink camisole and matching loungeshorts from Victoria's Secret; it was something any girl might be wearingat home on a lazy Sunday. My shoulder-length hair, usually up in a man-bun, was at that moment pulled back in a loose, feminine. On the bed she had laid out our outfits for the night. For myself, she had bought some black stockings that were criss-crossed in luminous yellow and a luminous yellow, sheer thong with matching halter top. For herself, she had bought a leopard skin corset with black frilly lace on the bottom and black leather boots that went up to her thighs. As I was concentrating on dressing my clit went down and she quickly caged me back up. 'Now we need to do our make-up.Sit here sissy.' I sat where I was. She looked amazing her tits were practical hanging out she had a short skirt on witch looked great . Well after a few hour everybody was pretty drunk and headed of home of to bed leaving only me and Lisa listening to music and talking in the living room. She would bend down to change the cd letting her short skirt ride right up giving me a nice view of her ass and panties . I could hardly contain my hard on and she knew what she was doing. After about 10 minutes of her teasing me I decided.