14 comments/ 82332 views/ 51 favorites Shannon's Little Princess By: CarlyJennings Cameron was sitting at his desk in his apartment, working on his thesis when his cell phone started ringing and vibrating across the desk. Happy for the interruption - the writing was not going well - he glanced at the phone and smiled when he saw that it was his girlfriend calling. He and Shannon had only been dating for a couple months, but things were going exceptionally well, especially compared to Cameron's past relationships. He had always struggled to lead and take charge of a relationship the way most of his prior girlfriends wanted, so he tended to get dumped for more confident guys. Things were different with Shannon: She had a confident, assertive streak a mile wide and didn't mind taking the lead with Cameron at all. He answered his phone. "Hey beautiful, what's up?" Shannon laughed, "You're a sweetie. What are you doing right now?" "Working on my thesis," Cameron sighed. "Aww, honey, you sound stressed out. Come over here and we can hang out. Take your mind off things." Cameron glanced down at himself and winced. "I look like shit right now Shan, haven't even taken a shower yet today." "You know I don't mind, just come on over," Shannon said, "I miss my Cammy" Cameron sighed again. He really needed to work on that thesis today, even though it was a Saturday, but he wanted to see his girlfriend more. Hopefully even fool around a little. They hadn't had intercourse yet, but they did engage in other sex acts from time to time. Mostly Cameron eating her out, but he had given him a couple of stellar blowjobs before bed in her apartment. Even though they hadn't had regular sex, Cameron loved sleeping with Shannon because she insisted on being the big spoon and though he would never admit it to anyone but her, he loved being held. "I can never say no to you. I'll be over in a few," he said, with a smile. Cameron threw on some clean basketball shorts and a v-neck shirt, and slipped his sandals on before heading out the door. He hurried a bit, knowing that his girlfriend would be impatient if he took too long. On the short walk across campus to her apartment - they were both students at the state university, though he was a master's candidate and she was a junior in undergrad - Cameron thought to himself how lucky he was. Shannon really was a great girl, and though he was immensely worried about finishing his thesis in time, he knew that even if it didn't work out, she'd be supportive. And that helped. Cameron knocked on the door. "Come in, Cammy!" Shannon hollered from inside the apartment. Cameron let himself in and found her in her living room, laying on the brown leather couch. He grinned at her. "You look good," he said. And she did: Shannon was laying on the couch looking like the quintessential college sweetheart. She had on a pale green sundress with a oversized belt around her waist, accentuating her slim figure. Her hair was in a casual ponytail and she had just a hint of makeup on to put a little extra color in her cheeks and her lips. The dress was hiked up a bit from her position on the couch, showing plenty of her beautiful, long legs. Though you couldn't really tell when she was laying down, Shannon was tall, and all of it was in those legs. At an even six feet, she was even a couple inches taller than Cameron, though at 5'10" he was by no means short. "Come lay down by me, baby, and we can watch some TV and relax." Cameron agreed and flopped down next to her on the sofa, facing away from her so that their position was more or less the same as spooning on a bed. She wrapped her arms around him - one under his head to act as a pillow for him and the other over his side - and intertwined her long, smooth legs with his shorter, slightly less-smooth ones. Cameron loved the feel of her perky B-cups pressed against his back. She leaned her head next to his and kissed him sweetly on the earlobe. He grabbed the TV remote and flipped the channel to some documentary or another, and they relaxed. After a while, Shannon started lightly running her fingers up and down his side and Cameron sighed. It felt good. Shannon smiled to herself, and slowly started working her sensual touch closer and closer to his crotch. First she rubbed his lower abdomen, then gently stroked his inner thigh, pulling the leg of his athletic shorts up as she went higher, and then she finally slipped her fingers under his waistband and teased him a bit by rubbing him over his underwear, but just short of his semi-erect manhood. The feel of his underwear gave her pause, though, and she squealed out in delight. "Cammy! You're wearing the undies I bought you!" Cameron usually wore boxers, but Shannon hated them and had recent purchased him a few pairs of stylish briefs. Cameron hadn't even realized he was wearing them, but he quickly took advantage of the situation. "You know I'd wear whatever you want me to, babe, anything to make you happy." "Someone's been such a good boy today, I think you deserve a reward!" Shannon said, cheerfully. She pulled Cameron's cock out of his undies and shorts and began to stroke it with one hand, while rubbing and pinching one of his nipples under his shirt with the other. Cameron went from semi-erect to a full hard-on quickly. He also started squirming around the couch a bit and letting out those high-pitched moans and squeals of his. He sounded a little like a girl when they fooled around, but Shannon didn't mind. She thought it was cute, and endearing. "You look good enough to fuck, Cammy," Shannon laughed. She started thrusting with her hips, grinding her crotch into his ass. She held her hand still around his cock, "fucking" it into her hand by pushing his hips forward with her own, and then letting him thrust his ass back against her to complete the stroking motion. Cameron was in heaven. She had always been a little dominant toward them when they were fooling around, but nothing like this. It felt like she was fucking him from behind. "Just let me know when you're about to finish, sweetie. I just got this rug and I don't want you cumming all over it." Cameron grunted his assent, too turned on to speak, and she kept fuck-stroking him for several more minutes. Under her sundress, Shannon could feel dampness spreading into her panties. This was getting her hot, too. Shortly after, Cameron's climax built suddenly and violently and he barely managed to squeak out a "Shannon" in warning before exploding all over the floor in front of the couch, including her new rug. There was spunk all over the floor; Cameron couldn't remember ever having an orgasm that big before. "Goddamnit Cam, I told you not to cum on my rug!" Shannon shouted, pushing him away from her and off the couch. Cameron fell right on top of his own cum, and thanks to the volume and pattern of his load, he got plenty of it on himself. He had some on both his shorts and his shirt, and his face even landed in a small puddle of it. When he sprang to his feet, the cum was obvious on his clothes and a little dripped off of his right cheek. "I'm sorry Shan, it just happened all of a sudden." Cameron said, ashamed of himself. Shannon let out a mean laugh. "You look like a little sorority slut with that cum on your face." Shannon sat up and grabbed her phone off of the end table and snapped a picture of Cameron before he could react. "Go clean yourself up. Throw your shirt and shorts in the washer, and then come clean up the floor. There's cleaning stuff under the sink." Cameron nodded and did as she said. He had never really seen this side of Shannon before, she was usually all sunshine and rainbows. Since they hadn't been dating long, the two had never really had a disagreement before and Cameron was a little worried. He hated the thought of fighting with his girlfriend. After cleaning himself up, Cameron threw his shirt and short in the washer and grabbed the cleaning supplies, returning to the living room in just his briefs. He knelt down in front of the couch and started cleaning. His spunk came off of the hardwood easily, but he really had to srub on the rug, on his knees, with both hands. "Look, Shannon," he started, still scrubbing, "I'm really sorry about -" "Just be quiet and finish cleaning," she interrupted, "You'll get your punishment when you're finished." Cameron closed his mouth abruptly and kept scrubbing. Shannon was still mad - she doubted the semen stain would come completely out of the rug - but she had to admit that Cameron looked awfully cute cleaning up in just his briefs, his skinny little butt sticking up in the air. Cameron was worried, wondering what his "punishment" would be. What did she even mean by that? He didn't think she could punish him, he wasn't a child. He finished a few minutes later, and stood up. "Come here," Shannon said, "sit down next to me." Cameron did as she said and took a seat next to her on the couch. In a quick motion, she grabbed him and pulled her over her lap, ass in the air, and started spanking him like a child before he could resist. "I said" smack! "Don't" smack! "Cum" smack! "On" smack! "My" Smack! "New" SMACK "Rug!" SMACK! Each smack was harder than the first, and she added a few more at the end for good measure. She figured his ass was nice and red under the thin material of his briefs. Shannon had always been the more dominant one in the relationship, but it had never really been a sexual thing until now. Today, though, she felt a tingle of sexual pleasure when spanking her boyfriend's ass and completely controlling him. Cameron, on the other hand, felt differently. He was humiliated that his girlfriend had overpowered him, but when he felt his cock twitching, he realized that it turned him on a little. That only added to his shame, and that embarrassment combined with his enormous stress over his thesis caused him to start sniffling and crying. This didn't escape Shannon's notice. "Oh please, you big baby. I didn't even hit you that hard!" Shannon said. This wasn't the first time she had seen him cry - he was the sort of sensitive boy that would occasionally tear up at a sad movie or book - but this was the first occasion that it had been caused by her. "You didn't hurt me, Shan, I'm just upset," said Cameron. "Yeah, you're upset and crying like a little girl." "I'm not a little girl!" Cameron shouted. "No, you're just acting like one, sweetie," Shannon replied, taking the edge out of her voice. Looking at her still-sniffling Cammy standing there in his undies, she was starting to get an idea. "You need to put some clothes on, sweet pea, before you get cold. Come with me into my room." Cameron sniffled. "I don't have any other clothes here, I can just-" "Shhh..." she interrupted, "It's okay, come on, sweetie." She grabbed Cameron firmly by the hand and led him into her room, ignoring his protests. She led him into her bedroom and had him sit down on the edge of the bed. He was still crying a bit, just a few sniffles now. "Sit there for a minute, I'll be right back with something for you to wear." Cameron was puzzled, not sure what she was talking about. There's no way his Shannon was going to have anything he could wear. He knew that his girlfriend's wardrobe was extremely feminine; she barely even wore pants. He certainly wasn't going to wear any of her dresses or skirts, but maybe she had some sweatpants and an old oversized t-shirt somewhere? Shannon left him on the bed and went into her oversized walk-in closet. She smiled to herself, excited about dressing up Cammy in girly stuff and tilting the balance of power in the relationship even farther toward herself. It wasn't just power stuff, though, she knew he'd look very cute all dolled up and the thought of him in her clothes turned her on. What to have him wear, though? She was confident that a lot of her panties would fit him, because even though he had a bigger waist than her, she was a little taller than him and knew her bigger hips would make up the difference. The rest of the outfit would be trickier. Though they were both slender people, he didn't have anywhere near her lithe feminine figure, so anything form-fitting was out. She had a few things that fit her a little too loosely, though, so it wasn't a problem. In the end, she chose a yellow empire-waist dress with a ruffle around the neckline and and hem, and several layers of ruffles on the little drape sleeves. To go underneath, she selected a pair of white cotton bikini panties with the word "Princess" on the butt in pink, and with a pink ruffled trim. The pink-and-white panties didn't really match the yellow dress, but they had similar ruffles and she decided to go with the ruffled motif. She didn't bother with a bra; the chest of the dress would be a little loose but not drastically so. "One more sec, Cammy," she called. She hung dress on the hook on the back of the closet door and bunched up the panties and held them behind her back before going back into the bedroom. She stood in front of Cammy and noticed that he was still crying. "It's okay sweetie, I've got some clothes for you. Go ahead and stand up." Cameron complied and she took the panties out from behind her back and held them in front of him. "Take off your undies and put these on, Cammy." Cameron recoiled. "Those are panties! I'm not wearing those! I'm not wearing any girl clothes!" he said, starting to shout. "Don't raise your voice to me, Cammy! When I spanked you, you started crying like a little girl. If you're going to cry like a little girl, I want you to dress like one. Besides, it's just until your clothes get through the wash and nobody's going to know except for me." "Can't I just wear my own underwear under girl clothes, then? Come on Shannon, they're panties..." "No, the material of your underwear is too rough. It will mess up my clothes." This was a lie, she just wanted him in panties very badly. "Besides, earlier you said that you'd wear anything I want to make me happy. Don't you want to make me happy, Cammy, sweetie?" Cameron looked unsure. "I don't know..." he started to say, but Shannon interrupted him. "Well, honey, your options are to wear what I want you to wear, or you can walk home right now in your underwear. What's it going to be?" He sighed and held out his hands for the panties and she handed them over. "Ugh, these say 'Princess' on them," he said, after holding them up and getting a better look. Shannon beamed and clapped her hands gleefully. "Of course, sweet pea, they're little princess panties for my little Princess Cammy." She helped him put them on, crouching down and holding them open near the floor for him to step into the leg holes. She then slowly worked them up his legs, giving him sweet little kisses on his lower legs and thighs as she slowly stood up. She pulled the seat of his panties up snugly around his butt cheeks, and then gave the tip of his cock a little kiss and a teasing flick with her tongue before pulling the front of the panties into place. She stood back to admire the whole effect so far and noticed that Cameron was blushing. "Aww, sweetheart, you look adorable." she said, giggling. "I feel stupid," Cameron said, embarrassed. He couldn't believe he was wearing ruffled panties. And they said 'Princess' on the butt! How shameful. "Aw, honey, you're not stupid. You'll feel better when you have the whole outfit on. Let me grab your dress." "Dress?!" he said, alarmed. "Shhhhh, Cammy, one second." Shannon skipped back over to the closet and grabbed the dress off of the hook. "Ta-da!" she said, holding it front of him. Cameron groaned, but didn't object this time as she helped him into the dress, letting him step into it. She pulled it up his body slowly, like the panties, and repeated the act of kissing his body, this time working her way up his back instead of his legs. She draped the frilly sleeves over his shoulders and zipped up the back. The dress was just barely too small for him; it zipped all the way up but she couldn't quite get the hook at the top of the zipper closed. Didn't matter. She walked around to view him from the front and made a few adjustments, centering the dress around his shoulders and tugging the skirt into the proper place. Cameron started to turn toward the tall mirror in her room. "Can I see myself?" he asked. "Not yet, Princess," she giggled, "Let me do your hair and makeup real quick." She noticed him starting to object. "Shhh, cutie, I'll take it off before you leave." She sat him back down on the bed and looked at him critically for a second. "Your hair's not long enough. We'll have to do the best we can." His blonde hair was a bit shaggy and longer than some men's, but not long enough to do anything especially feminine. She considered giving him a quick pixie cut, but didn't want to push her luck this early and ended up just putting it into two pigtail-esque bunches with a couple of yellow hair ties. It was cute enough and sort of looked like what you'd do with a toddler girl's hair when it wasn't long enough yet. For makeup, she just applied some mascara to give him pretty lashes, a little bit of eyeliner to bring out his baby blues, and a dab of color on his cheeks. She finished it off with some adorable pink lip gloss. "Can I see yet?" Cameron said, still feeling embarrassed and wondering how ridiculous he looked. Shannon laughed. "Aren't you an impatient little princess! Come on, then, sweet pea." She took him by the hand again and led him to the mirror. She heard him give a cute little high-pitched gasp as he got a good look at himself. Cameron was shocked by what he saw. He expected to look completely ridiculous. You could still tell he was a boy in a dress - he didn't pass as woman or anything - but he was an astonishingly pretty boy in a dress. She did excellent work on his face (and as well as possible on his hair) and though he was stil noticeably male, he looked cuter and more feminine than any boy he'd ever seen. The dress seemed to fit him well. The frilly, ruffled drape sleeves camouflaged his slightly-wide shoulders and the skirt poofed out below the empire waist, hiding his lack of feminine hips and butt. The ruffled hem hit him about mid-thigh. He hadn't shaved his legs, but he was not a very hairy guy to begin with and the fine blond hairs were not noticeable. Cameron couldn't believe how cute and girly he looked, and he felt so feminine like this, too. He swished the skirt around his legs a bit, savoring the sensation and shuddering as little thrills of feminine energy darted through his body. "How about a curtsey, Princess?" said Shannon, laughing. Her voice brought him back from his little trance. Cameron's face went crimson and he could feel his cock starting to grow in his princess panties. The embarrassment, combined with the new feminine sensations, was really starting to turn him on. Shannon couldn't see his growing erection through the dress's poofy skirt, but she was incredibly aroused too. Both because of how girly she had made her boyfriend and the rush of power she got from dressing him like a sissy. Shannon was just beginning to realize how much power and control turned her on, and she was soaking wet. While Cameron was trying to process whether or not his arousal at being feminized meant that he was gay, Shannon turned on her bedroom stereo and set it to some slow, romantic song he didn't recognize, and slipped on a pair of wedge sandals. She was already taller than him, but since Cameron was barefoot, she had him by about four inches now. "Dance with me, Cammy," she said, not really giving him an option. Shannon put his hands on his waist and Cameron put his hands on her shoulders, but she moved him closer so that he had no choice but to rest his forearms on his shoulders and let his wrists kind of dangle behind her. They were dancing like high-schoolers at prom, just swaying back and forth to the music. It felt nice. Cameron caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and was astonished at how absurdly feminine he looked this way, even more than when he was just standing in front of the mirror. They kept dancing. Shannon pulled him closer and was able to feel his erection through his dress, poking her in the leg. She gave him a devilish grin. Shannon's Little Princess Ch. 02 Cameron slowly started to wake, his mind struggling to clear the drowsy fog of morning. He smiled as he felt the warmth of his girlfriend's body pressing against his back and the weight of her arm draped over his side, hand resting on his heart. This was more or less the same position in which they always woke up together; however, as Cameron groggily opened his eyes, he looked down at himself and remembered why this was not a typical morning: Last night, Shannon had spanked him for ejaculating on her new rug and then put him in a dress and panties. They had danced for a while and ultimately both gotten so turned on that they had sex for the first time with Cameron dressed like a girl. The exhausted lovers had then collapsed into sleep together shortly after, still in their clothes. "Mmm, good morning, pretty girl," Shannon said softly into Cameron's ear, waking up shortly after him. She pulled the ruffled hem of Cameron's dress up his waist, exposing his panties, and started stroking his thigh. "How did you sleep, sweet pea?" "I slept great, Shan," he answered. He was enjoying the sensation of her fingers on his skin. "I can't believe we did that last night, with me dressed like this." "Don't be silly, sweetie, you loved being my little girlfriend," Shannon said, giggling drowsily. Cameron made no disagreement and she kept stroking his body, moving from his thigh up to his cute little butt. With her finger, she traced the the pink ruffle trim around his leg, and then traced the outline of the word "Princess" that was printed on the seat of the panties. Cameron's breathing started to pick up and he let out a girlish little moan as she reached around to his front and started rubbing his hardening cock through the panties. Her boyfriend's noises of arousal had always been feminine-sounding, but Shannon thought they were much more appropriate now that he was dressed the part. She stopped before he got too excited, not wanting him to orgasm quite yet. Cameron rolled over in the bed to face Shannon, meaning to kiss her. Before he could, her hand shot straight to her mouth as she saw his face, stifling a laugh. "What's wrong?" Cameron asked. "Nothing, honey," she said, laughing, "except we forgot to take your makeup off last night and this morning you look like a tramp! I should kick you out in those clothes and make you do the walk of shame all the way back to your apartment." Cameron looked aghast. "Please don't," he said. Ordinarily he would not have believed her, but until yesterday he would not have believed that she would spank and feminize him, either. Cameron didn't know what to think. "Aww, don't worry Cammy," Shannon soothed, climbing out of bed. She went over to Cameron's side and helped him to his feet. The yellow dress had twisted around his waist in his sleep, and she tugged and adjusted it to hang properly before leading him by the hand into the living room. "I bet you won't have to walk the whole way. You look like such a cutie, I'm sure some handsome boy will stop and give you a ride in his car." She gave him a gentle push towards the front door and a playful smack on the ass. "Off you go, Princess." Cameron turned back around and faced Shannon, shocked. He didn't know what to say. Did she really expect him to walk home in a dress and ruined makeup? She had made him pretty last night, but he still looked like a boy in a dress, and someone might recognize him. And he didn't even have any shoes on! Cameron was so alarmed at the prospect that his lip began to tremble – he had always been a crier – and he started to hyperventilate. He opened his mouth to plead with her, but Shannon interrupted before he could get a word out. "Oh no, sweetie, no, I was just joking with you. I would never do that to you. Don't cry." She wrapped her arms around him in a hug and rubbed his back. She felt his tensed shoulders relax a little and she leaned back, planting a kiss on his forehead. "Let me make it up to you. Go hop in the shower and I'll join you in a minute," she said, flashing him a seductive smile. "Take your makeup off first, though, there's some remover pads in the red jar by the sink." Shannon gave Cameron's bottom a quick squeeze and sent him off. Cameron was still a little upset about her idea of a joke, but his irritation was vastly overshadowed by his relief at not having to walk across campus in Shannon's dress. In the bathroom, he couldn't help but laugh at his reflection. She was right about his makeup. While in undergrad, Cameron had lived in the men's dorms and occasionally on weekend mornings he'd cross paths with girls that were obviously wearing the previous evening's clothes and makeup that had been smudged and ruined in the night, just like Cameron's was right now. He smirked to himself at the comparison, and removed his makeup with the pads that Shannon had mentioned. When he went to strip for the shower, though, he had some trouble with the dress. "Uh, Shannon?" he called into the hallway. "Can you come here a sec?" He heard her footsteps approaching. "What do you need?" she replied, opening the bathroom door. Cameron blushed, embarrassed. "Can you unzip me?" he said. "I can't get it." Shannon grinned. "No problem sweetie, turn around." She unzipped the yellow dress and let it fall into a puddle around his feet, leaving him standing in just the panties. She pulled those down for him too, and let him step out of them. "Go ahead and get in, I'll be with you in a sec," said Shannon, pointing at the shower. Cameron nodded and stepped into the oversized shower, closing the curtain behind him. He turned on the water and while waiting for it to get warm, he marveled at the size of her shower. Her apartment was much larger and nicer than his general, but the bathroom was in a different league entirely. After the water had warmed up, he stepped forward into the stream and let it wet his hair and body. He took his time, luxuriating in the warm cascades of water and enjoying himself. He was usually in such a hurry in the mornings, but today was a Sunday and there was no rush. Just as he was reaching for the shampoo – a feminine and expensive-looking pink bottle – he heard the curtain open, and Shannon stepped into the shower behind him. "Oh, let me do that," Shannon said. Cameron turned around to hand the bottle to her and his jaw dropped. She was still wearing the pastel green sundress from yesterday, and hadn't taken it off before getting in the shower. The dress was already starting to soak up water and when damp, the thin material was partially transparent. A few seconds later the dress was thoroughly waterlogged and clinging to Shannon's every curve. Cameron grinned at her. In his mind, the wet dress made Shannon look like a sexy porn star. In fact, he was pretty certain that he'd seen a porn movie that started just like this. "You look so sexy like that, Shan." She laughed, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Cameron's hands went to her waist and he started to pull her in for a more serious kiss, but she pulled back, recoiling slightly from his masculine behavior. Had he forgotten that Shannon had helped him out of a cute dress and panties not five minutes before? She was more attracted to the innocent, girly Cameron from last night than the horny, all-male Cameron that was naked in front of her right now. "Not so fast, Princess," she said with a sly smile, "Let's get you cleaned up first." Shannon turned him back around and lathered his head with one of the floral-smelling shampoos she kept in the shower. Cameron was disappointed that she had rejected his kiss, but those thoughts faded from his mind while she cleaned him. After washing his hair, she soaped up his whole body with a lavender-scented body wash. She stood behind him, pressing her body against his. Cameron could feel her nipples on his back, hard and straining against the thin fabric of the soaked dress. Shannon wrapped her arms around him from behind and rubbed suds into his chest, working her way down past his navel and to his crotch. She cupped his balls gently with one soapy hand and lightly stroked his erection with the other. Cameron gasped with pleasure, and Shannon kissed him sensually a few times on the neck before nibbling on his earlobe, all while slowly stroking his cock. She knew he wouldn't last long. "Do you want to cum, Cammy?" she asked. She already knew his answer. "Yes, baby, please," Cameron moaned. "I want to do something first, okay?" Shannon said. She turned him around and picked up her pink shaving razor from its resting place on the shower ledge. Cameron immediately tensed up. "No way," he started, "I don't want-" "Shhh, sweat pea," Shannon interrupted. She gave his cock a few more strokes and gave him a sweet peck on the cheek. "It'll be so sexy to me and nobody else will notice. Don't you want to be sexy for me? And I'll make you feel so good afterwards, Princess." she coaxed, still rubbing him. Cameron sighed and nodded his assent. He wasn't thrilled with the idea – nor was he thrilled that she kept calling him 'Princess' – but he needed to cum badly and besides, she was right. His blonde body hair was so fine in the first place that few people would notice if it were gone. "Oh, good!" Shannon squealed in delight. "Thank you, Cammy!" She lathered him in a pink shaving soap and deftly removed his body hair, one part at a time. She started with his ankles and worked her way upward. The process took a bit of time, and to keep Cameron interested, she paused every few minutes to pay attention to his cock. A few strokes here, a little bit of teasing with her mouth there, just enough to keep his cock hard and his mind pliant to her ministrations. She finished with his legs and ass and then gently removed all the hair from his pubic area and groin, taking special care not to nick his balls or his erection. His torso went much more quickly; he barely had any hair there in the first place. Shannon shaved his armpits as well, but not before giving him a proper tickling there first. Cameron was very ticklish and she giggled at his squirming. She finished up by shaving his face with a fresh blade. "All done," Shannon said. "Thanks for being so patient. Time to give my little princess her reward." Before Cameron could object to the feminine pronoun, Shannon knelt down in the shower and took his swollen cock into her mouth. He moaned gently and let his eyes roll back as she sucked him off expertly. Her mouth felt like wet velvet on his cock. She had given him blowjobs before, but never as enthusiastically as today's. Shannon was rather aroused by the situation as well, running her hands up and down Cameron's smooth, freshly-shaven legs and ass, turned on by the feminine feel of her boyfriend's silky skin. After sucking him for a few minutes, she slowly got bolder. She worked his throbbing cock with hand and started rubbing his ass with the other. Gradually, Shannon crept towards his anus before finally slipping a finger in-between his cheeks to gently massage his hole. Cameron inhaled sharply and his whole body erupted in goosebumps. This didn't escape Shannon's notice. She slowly increased the pressure of the massage. Finally, she plunged her slippery index finger deep inside him and thrust in and out in the same rhythm with which she was sucking him off. "Oh!" Cameron gasped. "Do you like that, Cammy?" said Shannon, taking her mouth off of him. "Yes. God, don't stop," Cameron pleaded. "Tell me," she said, slowing the rhythm of her finger in his ass. "I like what you're doing." "No, sweetie, tell me what you want. You have to be specific or I'm going to quit." "I want you to keep sucking my dick and fucking me in the ass with your finger!" Cameron shouted, needing her to continue. "Okay sweetheart." Shannon smiled sweetly up at him before returning her mouth to his cock and bringing her finger back to its earlier pace. This only lasted for a few seconds, though, until curiosity overcame her and she started to wonder what else she could get Cameron to say. Shannon took her mouth off of him and let her finger rest, still deep inside of him. "What's wrong, why are you stopping?" Cameron said. He sounded frantic. "Say, 'I'm Shannon's little princess,'" she demanded, looking up at him. "I'm Shannon's little princess," he supplied, barely letting her finish the sentence. She rewarded him by resuming the finger fucking and using her other hand to stroke his cock, very slowly. She took a second to think. "Say, 'I'm a cute little girly-girl that needs a big, thick cock.'" "I'm a cute little girly-girl that needs a big, thick cock!" Cameron said, enthusiastically. Shannon picked up the pace with both hands. She knew he was getting close. "Say something else, Princess. Be creative or you'll have the worst blue balls of your life." "I'm a sissy fairy princess!" "More!" She stroked and fingered him faster. "I'm a pretty, pretty princess! I love wearing cute dresses and panties every day! I'm a lovely girly-girl and I need to be fucked in my cute little ass! Harder!" Cameron was shouting at the top of his lungs, desperate for release. Shannon, satisfied, rewarded him by stroking him at full speed and treating him to her best blowjob-porno face, mouth open, eyes silently pleading up at him to cum all over her face. Cameron happily obliged and blasted her with the most powerful orgasm of his life. A lot of it ended up in her hair, but she had plenty of his cum on her cheeks, lips, and in and around her mouth. Unable to contain her arousal any longer, Shannon leaped to her feet in the shower and shoved Cameron back against the wall, startling him. She grabbed a fistful of his blonde hair and pulled his head back, kissing him deeply and aggressively. She still had his cum all over her face and it smeared on both of them while they kissed. Cameron had never tasted his own sexual fluids before, but he could taste himself now as her tongue invaded his mouth, swirling a bit of his cum around as it went. Shannon suddenly pulled herself away from Cameron and put her hands on his shoulders. She forced him to his knees in the shower and hiked up the soaked skirt of her dress. "I need you to lick me right now," she gasped. Cameron happily started to eat her pussy, eager to return the favor. It didn't take long: He had barely started exploring her with his tongue before she came, coating his face with her own fluids, mixing them with the cum that she had already smeared on his face. They collapsed together on the floor of the shower, taking a moment to catch their breaths. "Wow," they both started to say, at the same time. They laughed. "Let's get cleaned up for real this time," said Shannon. She stood up and helped Cameron to his feet. They took a quicker, more practical shower. Shannon finally stripped off her wet dress and the two of them helped each other wash each other's fluids off of their bodies. Afterward, Shannon fetched a couple of white bath towels from the bathroom closet and they dried themselves off. She took Cameron's towel from him and wrapped it around his body at chest height like a girl, instead of around his waist. She did the same for herself and they both finished their morning bathroom routines at the twin sinks, not speaking, just enjoying the company of each other. "Let me grab your clothes from yesterday out of the wash," said Shannon. "I'll have to get you some different undies, though, only your shorts and shirt made it into the laundry." Cameron rolled his eyes. He was starting to feel embarrassed about the stuff he said in the shower, but he didn't see how wearing another pair of Shannon's panties could make the situation worse. Shannon led him by the hand back into her bedroom and motioned for him to sit down on the bed. She fetched his v-neck and basketball shorts from yesterday out of the washer-drier and tossed them to Cameron. "Do you want to pick out cute pair of panties to wear home, or should I choose for you?" she asked, smiling sweetly at him. "Whatever you want, I guess." "Okay!" Shannon answered. She had a pair in mind and went into her closet to retrieve them. Cameron was a little alarmed when she came back and showed him her absurdly feminine selection. They were white boyshort panties, completely covered in lacy frills and embellished in back with an oversized, floppy bow. "Here you go, baby, panties fit for a princess." She held them open near the floor and motioned for him to step in. Knowing that it would be useless to object, Cameron stepped into the panties and Shannon pulled them up his legs, peppering his legs with kisses on the way up like last night. Cameron gasped as she pulled the the panties snug around his ass and groin. She giggled at him. "They're lined in satin, that's what you're feeling. Aren't they so soft and cool? I've only worn these once, they went under a french maid outfit that I wore for Halloween a few years ago." "Yeah, actually, they feel really nice," Cameron said. "Yay, Cammy likes his new panties!" Shannon exclaimed, clapping her hands together excitedly. "You can keep these, sweet pea, I won't wear them again. They're a little too 'girly-girl' for me," she said, teasing him with one of the cutesy things she made him call himself in the shower. She patted him on the bottom and Cameron blushed. "Okay, I guess," he said, not sure what else to say. Shannon smiled at him. "All right honey, why don't you go ahead and get dressed and then you should go work on your thesis. I have a bunch of errands to run today, but you can come over again tonight. I'll make you dinner." "Okay, that sounds good. I really need to get to work on that anyway," he said. He put his v-neck shirt on and then pulled his black basketball shorts up over the frilly panties. Shannon immediately noticed a difference with his shorts: The panties, made to be worn under petticoats, were much more voluminous than most underwear and were bulging out a bit under the thin material of Cameron's shorts. You couldn't exactly tell that he was wearing panties; Shannon thought it actually looked like he might be wearing a diaper under there. Cameron didn't seem to notice, though, so she didn't say anything. They walked together to the front door, Shannon still wearing only a towel. Cameron moved to give her his typical goodbye peck, but she grabbed him and made it much more sensual. They kissed much more deeply and Shannon slipped her hands under the waistband of his shorts, fondling his ass over the frilly boyshorts. "Make sure you don't take these off while you're gone, I want you to be thinking of me all day," Shannon said. "Anything for you, Shan," he said. "Come back over around seven and we'll have a nice dinner. Bye sweetie!" The two of them shared a parting smile and Cameron left, starting the short walk home. As he walked, he reflected over the last eighteen hours or so. Shannon had always been a little dominant, but she had really escalated things last night and this morning. He still couldn't believe the things she made him say in the shower, but God, it was worth it. Cameron considered the girly makeover Shannon had given him last night and the panties she made him wear this morning. It was a little embarrassing to admit it to himself, but he had really enjoyed all of the feminization so far; there was something deliciously taboo and sexy about the whole thing. Was he a little gay for enjoying it so much? Cameron didn't think so. After all, he was doing all of this with a beautiful woman. It was still straight sex, no matter what clothes he had on. Cameron walked the last few blocks wondering about what Shannon had planned for the evening, enjoying the feel of the satin-lined panties on his freshly-shaved ass and groin and the sensation of his silky smooth legs gently brushing against each other. Shannon's Little Princess Ch. 02 Meanwhile, Shannon had gotten dressed and was already started with her 'errands.' She was in her walk-in closet, sorting through her clothes to figure out what she was going to give to Cameron. Shannon had an outrageously large amount of clothing, including plenty of stuff that she never wore because it was too girly, like the panties she had put Cameron in earlier, or fit her a bit too loosely, like the dress she had him wear last night. She held up each article and pictured Cameron in it, each time with a smile, before putting each 'keeper' into a large box on which she had written 'Princess Cammy'. She did leave a few of his new things on hangars, leaving herself some options for what to dress him up in later that night. Shannon felt herself starting to get damp at the thought of dolling up her little princess again. However, she had a lot to do before then and still needed to pick up some things for him from the shops. Shannon's first stop was a large department store near her apartment. She bought Cameron a few pairs of women's shoes that she thought might go with multiple outfits, knowing that his feet were a couple sizes larger than hers and that nothing she had would fit him. She also purchased him multiple sets of sleepwear. She knew that he would fit in some of her pj's, but even though Shannon's wardrobe was pretty feminine, she generally wore fairly plain shirt-and-pants pajama sets and she wanted Cameron to be sleeping in pretty nightgowns from now on. She bit her lip at the thought of him in a babydoll nightie and matching panties. Her next stop was a lingerie store in a nearby shopping center. She already had plenty of panties for Cameron, but she picked up another couple pairs that she thought would be cute on him. She also got him a couple of brassieres with a nearly-A cup size (she didn't want to mess around with stuffing a larger bra). Lastly, Shannon bought him some feminine socks and hosiery. With her two inch height advantage and much longer legs, Shannon thought that most of her stockings and such would actually be too large for Cameron. Shannon's final errand was at a sex shop on the other side of their small university town. Though she had never tried it, Shannon had read about pegging online and with the way Cameron had responded to her finger in his ass, she thought he might really enjoy a proper fucking. She found a suitable harness right away, but had hard a difficult time choosing a dildo. On one hand, she wanted something that was noticeably bigger than Cameron's cock, which measured in at about five inches by her estimation, and not very thick. On the other hand, she wanted her princess to enjoy the sex and she knew that a lot of the monster dongs in the store could really hurt him. In the end, she settled on a realistic-looking silicon dildo that was seven inches long and somewhat thicker than Cameron's own cock. It also had a protrusion on the reverse side to penetrate and stimulate Shannon while she made love to him. When Shannon got back to her apartment with all of the day's shopping and gathered it up with the other clothes in her walk-in closet, she had to laugh at herself: She had gone quite overboard and had rounded up nearly enough girly attire for Cameron to live full-time as a woman. That was certainly not her intention; Shannon merely wanted to keep playing dress up with him in private and have plenty of variety in the outfits. She considered returning some of the new purchases but quickly dismissed that idea, thinking that she could store half of the clothes at his place and the other half at hers, giving him a fun playtime wardrobe at either location. She giggled to herself at the thought of his closet half-full of his usual sharp collegiate menswear and the other half brimming with dresses, skirts, and nighties. Shannon glanced at the clock and noticed that seven o-clock was rapidly approaching. She knew Cameron would be back soon so she got to work on dinner, quickly whipping up a simple pasta with meat sauce. She had a hard time focusing on the cooking, her head full of images of Cameron: Cameron, walking to her apartment with frilly panties under his clothes, Cameron in the yellow dress from last night, Cameron on his back with his ankles on Shannon's shoulders... Shannon finally snapped out of her fantasy when the doorbell chimed, and she quickly pulled her free hand out of her pants – she hadn't even realized that she had been touching herself – and shut off the stove. "Come in, Cammy!" she hollered at the door. Cameron obliged and walked into the dining room as Shannon was setting the table. "Smells great, Shan, thanks for cooking," Cameron said as he sat at the table. Cameron was dressed in grey wool trousers and a white Oxford shirt. Shannon thought he looked handsome, but she couldn't wait to make him pretty later. She set a plate of pasta in front of Cameron and sat down around the corner from him with her own plate. "No problem, sweetie. How was your day?" "It was fine. I made some good progress with my thesis," he answered. "That's good!" Shannon said. "So... want to talk about last night?" Cameron grinned sheepishly at her. "What about it?" "Well, did you like being my little princess?" she asked. Cameron blushed, as he was prone to do. "Well... yeah. I'm a little embarrassed, but I loved it. I felt so pretty and submissive. It was hot." he said. After a pause, he added, "And I really loved the stuff we did in the shower this morning, too." "Aww, don't be embarrassed, Cammy. There's nothing wrong with what we did," she said. "Besides, I've never been turned on so much in my life." Cameron just smiled at her and Shannon decided to push the issue a bit. "So, would you maybe want to be my princess all of the time?" Cameron thought for a moment before answering. "I don't want to switch genders or anything, Shannon," he said. "Oh, sweet pea, I didn't mean full-time everywhere you go. Just in private with me, any time we are alone together. In public you'll still be handsome Prince Cameron, but with me, you'll be my adorable little Princess Cammy. I have a ton of extra clothes for you, we can keep some here and some at your place," she said. She beamed at him. "That sounds really great, Shan. I'm excited about this," Cameron said, still looking sheepish. "One more thing, Cammy?" asked Shannon, biting her lip nervously. "What's that?" "Would you throw out all your boxers and wear panties full time for me, even under your boy clothes? It would turn me on so much knowing that no matter where you are, you've got a cute pair of panties on under your boy pants," she said. Before Cameron could answer, she added, "You can keep the designer men's briefs I bought you, but just for doctor's appointments or whatever." "I think I could manage that," Cameron answered. He gave her a conspiratorial look. "I've got on the white panties from earlier right now." Shannon beamed at him and leaned over to kiss him on the nose. "That's a good girl," she said. "Now... tell me what you want." "Didn't I just say it?" Cameron asked, confused. Shannon giggled. "No, Princess, say it like you did earlier in the shower. You have to say the whole thing." She smiled at him and started gently rubbing his thigh under the table. "I want to be your little princess," he said. "And what does that entail?" she asked sweetly. Shannon's hand drifted closer to his crotch, still rubbing. "I want you to dress me up like a pretty girl anytime we are alone together at your place or mine, and I want to wear cute panties under my clothes all the time because I know how much it turns you on," he said, dutifully. "All right!" Shannon exclaimed. "Let's get you changed, beautiful." She grabbed Cameron by the hand and pranced off to the bedroom with him in tow, leaving their dirty dishes on the table. She parked him in front of the bed and looked him up and down. "Go ahead and strip, honey." she said. Cameron complied and soon stood naked, all of his clothes in a heap on the floor, including the white boyshort panties Shannon had given him that morning. She gave him a playful swat on the ass before dancing off to the closet, excited. She returned with a pair of pink nylon bikini panties and held them in front of Cameron. She watched him with a smile as his eyes took in the the little white bows on either hip and the many rows of white lace ruffles across the backside. "What do you think, Cammy?" she asked. "They're very pretty." "I knew you'd like them!" Shannon said, holding the panties by the floor for him to step into. Once he did, she pulled the panties up snugly around his ass and groin. As she tucked the front up over his cock, she noticed it starting to grow into a partial erection. "It looks like Princess Cammy's little princess likes them, too." Cameron groaned at the absurd pet name for his genitals and they both laughed. Shannon briefly returned to the closet and emerged with a dress on a hanger. "Here's your dress, honey!" It was a strapless dress made out of a delightful pink gingham with white lace trim embellishing the sweetheart neckline and the hem. Below that, the bodice gave way to a lightly pleated skirt that flared out considerably from the waist. Shannon thought it would probably hit him a little above the knee, and her suspicions were confirmed after she helped him into the dress and tugged it into place. Shannon led him to the vanity and applied some light makeup to Cameron's face, similar to last night: Just enough to give him a little color and soften his features. She finished him off with the same bright pink lip gloss he had worn the previous night before turning her attentions to his hair. Instead of gathering it into bunches again, she quickly styled it into an approximation of a pixie cut and topped him off with a cute white bow, clipped into his hair. Shannon kissed him tenderly on the forehead and then helped him to his feet. "How do I look?" Cameron asked, posing sweetly in the dress. "Good enough to eat, Princess," she answered with a grin. Shannon put on some music and for several minutes they danced with gender-reversed roles like the night before. This time, though, Shannon's head wasn't in the game; she was too excited for the main event to focus on the opening act. Shannon left the music playing, but took her arms from Cameron's gingham waist and let his fall from her shoulders. "I have a surprise for you, honey. I'll be right back," Shannon said, leaving Cameron standing in place while she darted into the closet. Cameron heard her rummaging around in there for a couple minutes, and then she emerged, naked from the waist down save for a harness and a very realistic-looking dildo. His eyes widened as she approached him. "Shan, what is that for? I'm not gay," he said, nervously. "Shh, Princess, it's not gay if it's attached to a woman." "I don't know, Shannon..." "Well, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do, honey," she said, reassuring him. "But I really think you should try it. You might like it, and I just know it would turn me on so much... maybe you could try sucking it just a little? For me?" She bit her lip and looked at him inquisitively. She was really cranking up the feminine wiles. Cameron said nothing, but simply nodded, tentatively. Shannon smiled at him and put her hands on his bare shoulders, gently but firmly pushing him to his knees, the skirt of his strapless dress settling prettily over his legs. Shannon took a step toward him so that the head of her fake cock was inches from his face. "Just do what you would want me to do if it was your cock, Cammy. Whatever comes naturally," she said. Cameron hesitated, but slowly took the shaft in his hand and brought the tip to his lips, where he gingerly planted a kiss on the head. He was shocked at how life-like the silicon penis felt. It was a little too cool to the touch, but it otherwise felt very real. He gave it another kiss and then brought the head into his mouth, running his tongue along the underside. It felt good. He took more of Shannon's cock into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down her length, stroking toward the base with one hand and letting the other rest on her thigh. Shannon gasped with pleasure as Cameron worked her cock, causing the protrusion on her side of the base to move around inside her, stimulating her more than she thought possible from a strap-on dildo. She couldn't help but think about how precious Cameron looked, cute little pink lips on her cock, bow in his hair, and those wonderful blue eyes gazing up at her affectionately, all while he knelt daintily on the floor in his pink dress. "Good girl," she said down to him. "See if you can take a little more in, honey." Cameron obliged by putting both hands on Shannon's hips, pulling her cock deep into his mouth and upper throat. He was able to get almost the full seven inches inside of his mouth. Seeing him take in so much of her cock turned Shannon on immensely and she moved his hands off of her hips and planted both of her own hands on Cameron's head, careful not to upset the bow in his hair. She held his head firmly and started thrusting her hips towards him, face-fucking him slowly at first, but increasing the speed as she went. Cameron's eyes widened, but he made no objection. Other than the faintest hint of a gagging sound, Cameron took the face-fucking like a champion blowjob queen. The combination of the sight of Cameron all dolled up and the sensations from the strap-on blowjob had Shannon close to orgasm, but she didn't want to finish here. "Get on the bed," she said, pulling her cock out of Cameron's mouth. Shannon's tone had taken a turn for the dominant. Cameron climbed onto the bed and laid down on his back, smoothing his dress down modestly. Shannon could see that he had an erection under the skirt and panties, but other than that bit of lingering maleness Cameron looked every bit the nervous virgin girl on prom night. Shannon smiled at him and climbed on top. She started kissing his body, beginning with sensual little pecks on his smooth legs. Working her way up his body – though paying no attention to the tent in his panties – Shannon hiked up the skirt of Cameron's dress, kissing him on each hip and then moving herself farther up to nibble and kiss at his collarbone, his neck, and finally his ear. Cameron squirmed and whimpered in ecstasy beneath her, adding additional fuel to the fire of Shannon's passion. He tried repeatedly to put his hands on Shannon, wanting to rub her, to caress her body as she kissed him all over, or possibly to grab her hips and pull her body against himself to stimulate his ignored cock. Each time, however, Shannon slapped his hand away playfully, only allowing him to clutch at his own chest, the sheets, or the pillow behind his head. Now that he was properly excited, Shannon was prepared to move on to the main event. She stopped kissing Cameron and smiled coyly at him, before sliding back down and helping him remove his panties. She pulled the flimsy pink material down to his feet and let the panties hang off his left ankle instead of removing them completely. Shannon also had him lift his butt off the bed a bit so she could slide a pillow under his hips for a better angle and easier access. Once she had Cameron properly situated on the bed, Shannon leaned over him and grabbed a container of lubricant that she had left on the nightstand. She coated her cock thoroughly with the lube, and applied a large glob to her finger before inserting it into Cameron's ass and swirling it around. He shifted around a bit while she lubricated his insides, though whether it was from discomfort from the cold substance inside him or arousal from the stimulation from her finger, Shannon couldn't tell. She positioned her cock a few inches from his opening and smiled sweetly down at Cameron as he spread his legs for her and raised them in the air, ruffled panties still dangling from one foot. "Are you ready, Princess?" she said intimately, her voice barely above a whisper. Cameron nodded nervously, biting his pretty pink lip. He reached between his legs and lightly grabbed Shannon's cock, guiding the tip toward his hole as she pushed it gently forward. At that moment, Cameron was overcome with feelings of extreme femininity and submissiveness – it was a simple act, taking his lover's cock in hand and guiding it into himself, but he knew instinctively that he and Shannon had reached a turning point with that one small gesture. He wasn't Shannon's boyfriend anymore, he was her girlfriend. He was Shannon's princess, and she was his prince. This all flashed through Cameron's mind rather quickly, of course; he didn't have much time to dwell on feelings of femininity before the pressure on his anus started to hurt. He began to whimper at the pain. "Shh, sweet pea, you have to relax," Shannon reassured him, stroking his leg. "It's okay, it's okay." Cameron listened to her and relaxed his sphincter muscle, letting the tip of Shannon's cock enter him. He let out a gasp of shock. He knew that her cock would be bigger than the finger she stuck in him earlier, but it felt like a tree trunk. He tried to relax some more, and Shannon pulled back a bit before pushing herself into him again, a little bit further this time. She repeated this motion, going a little deeper with each thrust and after a bit of this, Cameron's pained whimpers turned into moans of pleasure. Before long, Shannon was fucking him in earnest, plunging the full length of her cock into him with each stroke while he moaned and writhed around underneath her on the bed. "Harder," Cameron panted. "Are you sure?" Shannon answered, equally breathless. Cameron made no reply, but wrapped his legs around her body, trying to pull her into him harder with each of her thrusts. Shannon responded by leaning closer to him and putting her hands on his shoulders, using the extra leverage to slam her cock into him harder and faster than before. They were fucking with an animalistic passion that neither of them had ever experienced before. Both of them were moaning loud enough to wake the dead and the bed was rocking against the wall with each stroke, Cameron's skull banging against the headboard hard enough to knock the bow out of his hair. Shannon came first – stimulation from the nub on her side of the dildo, combined with the psychological arousal of dominating her submissive little princess nearly caused her to faint as her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched with a shuddering, powerful orgasm. She recovered her senses enough to reach up to Cameron's head, grabbing a fistful of his hair to pull his head forward. With the other hand, she gave his cock a few quick strokes – she hadn't touched it before then – and continued to thrust her own cock in and out of him. A few seconds of this brought Cameron to his own explosive orgasm; with a decidedly girly little scream he blasted cum all over his own body. The first two shots hit him in his upraised cheek as Shannon had intended, and the rest traced a dotted line on the pink bodice of his gingham dress. "Oh my God," was all Cameron could say as Shannon pulled out of him and unbuckled her harness, letting the dildo fall onto the bed next to him. She moved to Cameron's side helped him back into his panties, removing the pillow from beneath his hips and sliding the pink garment back up his legs and snugly around his waist. As he turned to face away from her, she patted him gently on his ruffled bottom before smoothing his skirt back down with a smile. She didn't bother cleaning the cum off of his dress, but snuggled up next to him in the bed and held him close. She kissed him lightly on the earlobe. Shannon's Little Princess Ch. 02 "I love you, Princess," she said, and for the second night in a row, the two of them fell asleep together with Cameron in a dress and panties. Shannon's Little Princess "Looks like our cute little Princess Cammy is enjoying herself here, huh?" Cameron turned beet-red again. "I can't help it," he said, "something about this is really turning me on." "Me too, Cammy, you look so adorable as a girl. Sexy, even." They kept dancing, and she moved her hands lower and onto Cameron's ass, as if she were a horny high-school prom king and Cameron were some cute freshman girl whose cherry Shannon hoped to pop later in a hotel room. She gave his ass a little squeeze and he squealed, jumping. Shannon laughed. She grabbed him gently by the hair, one hand on each little pigtail, and tilted his head back. She kissed him on the lips, slowly at first, savoring the taste of his pink gloss, but quickly increased in intensity. They were soon making out in earnest, with Shannon taking the lead, probing his sweet mouth with her tongue, and occasionally giving giving his lower lip a nibble. Her hands went back to his ass and she pulled him hard against herself, grinding his erection - still trapped in those cute princess panties - against her body. She couldn't take it anymore and pushed him back onto the bed. She reached under her own dress and took off her panties (which were sopping wet at this point) wadded them up, and shoved them in Cameron's mouth before climbing on top of him. Once they were on the bed together, she pinned his wrists up behind his head with one hand and hiked up Cameron's skirt with the other. His eyes were wide, but he made no resistance, submitting himself to her completely. After she got his skirt high enough, she pulled down the front of his panties to expose his cock, throbbing, wet with pre-cum. She lowered herself onto his manhood (or girlhood now, she thought, giggling to herself), still extremely wet, and started riding him, thrusting down hard at him with each stroke. Cameron was dumbfounded, scarcely able to believe that the first time he had sex with his girlfriend, he was laying on his back pinned down in her bed, dressed up like a cute girl, and had a pair of her dripping wet panties stuffed in his mouth. He had never been this turned on in his life, though, so he just enjoyed himself, moaning girlishly while savoring the taste of her juices in his mouth. This went on for only a few minutes before they both climaxed at nearly the same time, both crying out the other's name (well, muffled for Cameron) and both of their bodies shaking with the force of intense orgasms. After the climax, Shannon collapsed on top of her girly little princess and took a few seconds to catch her breath. "Oh my God, Cammy." she said. She pulled her panties out of his mouth and tossed them aside. "We're going to have to do this again." She rolled off of him, onto her back on the other side of the bed. Cameron couldn't even speak. He just pulled his panties back up and smoothed his dress back down to be a little more modest - a good girl wouldn't just keep laying on her back exposing herself, he thought - and rolled toward Shannon, snuggling up against her. He rested his head on her shoulder and she kissed his forehead. They fell asleep like that together, with Cameron wondering just how things were going to be different for them in the future.