20 comments/ 58566 views/ 38 favorites The Campus Tour By: centrum1000 It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when their plane landed in Los Angeles. Jessica Segal led her two children, Erica and Jason, through the busy airport to the baggage claim. The three of them were visiting the west coast for a college tour. Erica and Jason, fraternal twins with a striking resemblance, were both eighteen year old high school seniors preparing to set off on their own. The flight was uneventful and upon landing it was obvious that all three of them were eager to enjoy the warm sunny California weather. The winter in the northeast had dragged on through the spring and cold rain and snow had persisted non-stop. Their trip was scheduled to last two weeks and since Erica and Jason were inexperienced travelers they both over packed considerably. Jessica stood guard over their carry-on bags while Erica and Jason grabbed their luggage off of the carousel. Their bags were some of the last ones to come out, after the crowd had thinned to a few lonely stragglers. Erica and Jason grabbed every bag that they recognized and hauled it over to the growing pile near their mother. After the last bag was pulled off, they regrouped and loaded the bags onto carts. "Hey, where are my bags?" Jason said while his eyes scanned the luggage in front of him. "I'm sure they're here somewhere." Jessica was tired from the trip and her patience was already thin. "No, they're not here. Hold on, let me check the carousel again." Jason ran over to the carousel, but it was sitting empty and quiet; shut down after the last bag passed through. "Anything honey?" Jessica shouted to her son. Jason walked towards them shaking his head in a combination of disbelief and a growing anger. "What now?" He huffed. "Stay here, I'll check with the baggage claim desk and ask them." "Don't worry Jason, I'm sure your bags are here. Mom will figure it out." Erica and Jason waited for nearly a half hour until their mother returned. "Well, I've got good news and I've got bad news." "I'll take the good news, mom." "They know where your bags are." "And the bad news?" "They aren't here." After a brief pause, she continued. "Your bags didn't make it onto this flight, but they assured me that they are on the next flight. I gave them the motel address and they said that they will deliver your bags before the morning." "Great." "Don't worry, honey. They will show up. This kind of thing happens all the time." "Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better." They collected their bags and loaded them into their rental car. An hour later they pulled into the parking lot of a small motel. They had two adjoining rooms, Jessica and Erica would share one room and Jason had his own. Their mother was a fastidious planner and had lined up as many college visits as she could for their trip. Their first stop was a small liberal arts school by the beach. They were scheduled for an all day tour of the campus with a mixer at the end. After settling into their rooms they had a quick dinner and then turned in for an early night. The next morning, Jason woke up to someone knocking on his door. Relieved that his bag finally arrived, he dashed out of bed and answered the door in just his boxers only to find his mother. "I'm sorry for waking you so early, but I thought you would want to hear the news." "What now?" "Well, the airline called and said that they put your bags on the wrong flight." "What does that mean?" "It means that you're stuck without clothes for the day until it arrives." "What? I can't wear what I wore on the plane; it's going to be over 90 degrees today." It had snowed the night before they left and Jason was tasked with shoveling out the car before they could leave. It took him longer than expected so he didn't have a chance to change before they went to the airport. He was wearing an old pair of beat up snow boots, stained jeans that he only wore while doing work around the house, and a thick long-sleeve shirt. "I don't know what to tell you Jason. This school is one of your top picks and there is no way that we are going to miss this tour." "There must be a mall or something around here." "Jason, it's 6:30 in the morning and we are supposed to be there by eight. Even if there was a mall here there is no way that it would be open. I know you're upset, but this is just a small bump on the road. Life throws all sorts of obstacles at you and you need to learn to adapt. I'm going to get us some breakfast. You should shower and get ready." Five minutes later there was another knock on his door. This time he was dressed when he answered it. "Hi Jason, can I come in?" "Sure sis." "Mom told me about your bags. That sucks." "Yeah, what am I supposed to do? I'm going to sweat my ass of in this." He pointed to his outfit with a flourish of his hands. "You're going to die in that." "I know, but what can I do?" Another minute passed until his sister said anything. "I have an idea." "You do?" Jason excitedly blurted out. "Yeah, come with me." Erica led her brother to her room and took a minute to find something in her bag. "You can wear my shorts." She said with a broad smile while holding up a pair of cut-off jean shorts. As fraternal twins, Jason and Erica shared a similar body type with some differences. They both had slender builds, and while Erica was 5'5" Jason was 5'8". They were both blessed with long slender legs and they both had a healthy swell to their hips, though Erica's was more pronounced. Erica also has a small chest that is well proportioned to her body. "Do you think that will even fit?" "It should, we are about the same size, but we won't know until we try. Have you showered yet?" "No, I don't have any of my stuff." "Ok, well why don't you take a shower here first and then we can try it. My stuff is already in the bathroom, you can use whatever you want." "Thanks, I do need to clean off." When Jason emerged from the bathroom he smelled like lilacs and coconuts, his hair was soft and lush and his skin radiated from his sister's exfoliating body wash. "Ready?" "Hand them over." He said reaching for the shorts with one hand while holding up his towel with the other. "Not so fast. I don't know if I like the idea of you going commando in my shorts." "Ok, I'll put on my boxers." "There is no way that those would fit under my shorts. Here, try these." She said while handing him the shorts and a pair of her panties. "No deal. I'm not wearing panties." "Listen, Jason. It's your only choice right now and nobody will know. Do you really want to wear your clothes and bake in the heat?" "Fine, but you can't tell anyone." He grabbed the clothes from his sister. "I'll turn around while you try it on." Erica said while turning her back to her brother. Jason let his towel fall to the floor and took a moment to examine his sister's panties. They were bright pink briefs with a wide waistband. The thin pink fabric was trimmed with a narrow band of black lace. Jason noticed that the fabric was thin enough that he could see the outline of his fingers through it. "Come on, Jason. We don't have all day." "Ok, ok." Jason nervously put one leg through the opening and then the other. He couldn't help but notice how soft the fabric felt against his legs as her pulled his sister's panties up his legs. He tucked his penis into the front and, much to his dismay, actually liked how the panties stretched across his crotch and cradled his manhood. He smoothed out the waistband and then looked down at himself. Through the front panel of his sister's panties, he could clearly see his penis, surrounded by his sparse pubic hair, pressing against the fabric. He glanced over his shoulder at the full length mirror on the wall and shuddered at the realization that he was wearing women's underwear. While not proud of how he looked, he did notice how the thin pink panties stretched across the two hemispheres of his firm ass, accentuating his curves. The panties formed a slight indent between his cheeks, through which the valley of his ass crack was visible. While focused on how the panties made his ass look he felt a growing sensation between his legs that snapped him out of it. Embarrassed at the slightest feeling of excitement, Jason hurriedly pulled his sister's shorts up, covering her pink panties. Erica could hear him grunting while he struggled with the shorts. "Do you need help?" "No, I got it." "Are you sure, it sounds like you need help." He struggled for another minute before relenting and asking for help. Erica turned to her brother and had to hold back a laugh at the sight before her. Her skinny brother was trying in vain to zip her shorts, that from her point of view were clearly too small for him. "Ok, let me try." She pushed his hands away and noticed the triangle of pink poking through the opening of the shorts, reminding her that he was wearing her panties. Again, she struggled to hold back a smile. Erica tried to pull the two sides together, but was as unsuccessful as her brother. "This will never fit." "Great." "Don't worry, I have another idea." She turned away and rifled through her bags again. Jason felt ridiculous standing in the middle of the room, naked except for a pair of ill-fitting shorts and his sister's pink panties. Erica turned back to him with something else in her hands and a crooked smile. "This will fit you. Now take those shorts off." She could sense his hesitation. "If mom comes back and you're not ready yet she will lose it." Jason slowly complied and pushed the shorts down his legs. They fell to the floor with a muffled noise. Erica noticed the outline of her brother's penis straining against her pink panties while she handed him the new outfit. Holding up the new item he shook his head. "A skirt?" "It's the only thing that will fit you Jason." "I can't wear this, I'm not a girl!" "Don't worry, that's the other part of my plan. I figure I can dress you up convincingly, we are twins after all, and since we don't know anyone here nobody will ever know. You'll have your bags back soon enough and it will all be over." "You want to dress me up like a girl?" "Well you can't wear your winter gear in this weather and this is the only way that you will be able to do the campus tour." She let her words sink in. "Trust me Jason, nobody will ever know." Jason realized that she was right and it would only be for one day. He stepped into the skirt and pulled it up his legs. The floral chiffon skirt had an elastic waistband and easily fit him. "Much better!" Erica chirped. "I look ridiculous!" Jason snapped while looking at himself in the mirror. "Don't worry Jason; you'll look great when I'm finished." Erica dove back into her suitcase and rooted around until she was satisfied with her selections. First, she helped her brother into a black lace padded bra which she stuffed with a pair of silicone inserts. "Now you know my little secret." She said with a wink, referring to the inserts. Next, she helped him into a crisp white button down blouse. She rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and tied the two sides of the front together, exposing his midriff. "Follow me." She brought a chair into the bathroom and instructed him to sit in front of the mirror. Jason's hair was shaggy and just long enough to give Erica something to work with. She pulled her styling bag out and with a flourish of scissors, gel, and a blow dryer she was finished. Despite his relatively short hair she managed to trim and style his hair into something resembling Emma Watson. Jason noticed the resemblance as well, while his sister moved on to his makeup. Minutes later Jason stared in awe into the mirror. Looking back at him was an attractive female. He couldn't believe how convincing of a job she did. His eyelashes were thicker and curled away from his face. His eyes were framed in a light eye shadow. His cheeks were more pronounced under a thin coating of blush and his lips, coated in a glossy pale pink lipstick, were poutier than he remembered. Erica convinced him to let her do his nails in a glossy pink that matched his lips by saying that the polish was easy to remove. "So, what do you think?" "Wow, sis. I'm impressed." "Well with a sister like me, it's no wonder you make such a pretty girl!" She giggled. "But we need to do something with your voice." "What do you mean?" "Well, somebody is bound to ask you a question today. You should practice speaking more like a girl." "How's this?" His voice cracked. "Keep at it Jason. Oh, and your name too. What should we call you?" Jason was too busy staring at himself in the mirror to respond. "How about Tara? Do you like that?" Jason nodded and complimented his sister again in his new voice. "You're getting better, just keep practicing." Erica sprayed him with her perfume while she spoke. Surrounded by a floral scented mist he began feeling truly feminine and became aware of the growing bulge between his legs. The whole process had somehow aroused him, and while he wasn't sure why it happened Jason couldn't deny the response from his body. "Now come over here and let's get you some shoes." Erica said while taking his hand in hers. Erica led him back into the bedroom and gave him a pair of flat shoes. He could feel the skirt rubbing against his panty covered penis with every step. Fully dressed, Jason tuned to look at himself in the mirror. He was amazed at what he saw. Though they had similar frames, he was a little taller than Erica, so the skirt that already wasn't very modest on her didn't even cover half of his thighs. Jason had never grown much body hair and so his arms and legs were barely covered in a thin layer of wispy hairs that weren't noticeable from a distance. The blouse tied together gave his figure a feminine shape and hugged his new breasts. "Who's hungry?" Jason was suddenly ripped from his fantasy world as his mother walked into the room. "What the...." Stunned, she tried to speak while staring at her son dressed up like a girl. "Hi mom!" Erica bounded across the room to help her with the bags. "What the hell is this?" Jessica's voice was getting louder as she spoke. "Don't get mad mom. I knew that Jason couldn't go out with the clothes he had so I lent him some of mine." "Jason?" "Hi." Jason managed to say meekly. "You let your sister dress you up like a girl?" "I knew we couldn't miss this tour and I can't wear winter clothes in this heat." "You two..." She said while shaking her head. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said that you had to learn to adapt. Well, eat up or else we'll be late." They each grabbed a bagel and a coffee and quickly ate before driving to campus. Jessica couldn't take her eyes off of her son the whole ride. "You really did a pretty good job Erica, I'm impressed." "Thanks mom." "Are you comfortable, dressed like that Jason?" Jason shifted in his seat causing the skirt to glide across his crotch again. "Uh, yeah. I think I can manage for one day." "Her name is Tara mom." Erica corrected her. "Oh, well now that is a pretty name. You don't sound much like a Tara though." "How about this?" Jason said in his new voice. "I think you need some practice." "Well she does have all day." "You're right Erica. Just try to have fun today Jas... Tara. Not too much fun though. And now that I'm thinking about it, we should all agree that we will never tell anyone else about this little adventure. You're father would be devastated." "Ok, let's make a pact that whatever happens on this trip stay between us girls!" Erica chimed in. "Trust me; I don't want anyone finding out about this either." "So, we're all agreed?" Jessica said. "Agreed." Erica and Jason replied in unison as they pulled into the campus parking lot. "Good now, let's get going." As Jason and Erica followed their mother to through the parking lot he felt the sun beating down on him and beads of sweat collecting on his neck. Jason was grateful that he wasn't wearing his winter clothes despite his initial misgivings. Jason could feel a cool breeze coming off the ocean cutting through the heat as it passed through his legs and against his sister's thin panties. His penis responded to the cool air by swelling against the thin material. He slowly became acclimated to his new wardrobe and felt a twinge of jealously. He couldn't help but notice how comfortable his sister's clothes felt, especially on such a hot day, and for the first time in his life he was jealous that girls got to wear skirts and soft panties. They were a few minutes late when they joined the campus tour. The group had about twenty people in it and they blended right in. The tour guide led them through the campus, highlighting the architecture and buildings of interest. Jason had eventually become so used to the breeze between his legs that it no longer distracted him, though it did leave him in a state of constant arousal. Halfway through the morning tour, Jason felt his sister poke him in his side. He saw that she was pointing across the crowd at a guy on the far side. "I think he's checking you out." She whispered under her breathe. "No way." He dismissed her and redirected his attention to the tour guide. After a few minutes, Jason felt like someone was watching him and he turned to look at the guy. Sure enough he was looking right back at him. Jason froze when the guy caught his eyes and smiled. Nervously, Jason smiled back without thinking and then turned his head away. A brief inexplicable sense of excitement coursed through his body. The rest of the morning passed quickly with Jason and his admirer sharing a few more nervous smiles. The group stopped for lunch at a campus cafeteria. Jason sat with his sister and mother, his admirer sat across the room with his father. "So?" Erica pried. "So what?" Retorted Jason. "How does it feel to walk around dressed like a girl?" His face felt flush as soon as she said it out loud. "Umm..." "Out with it." "Well, it's not as bad as I thought it would be." "I knew it." "It is a little weird though." "I'm sure it must be." "Everything feels so exposed in this skirt." "Now you know how I feel every day!" Erica laughed. "Are you two having fun yet?" Jessica interrupted. "You know we're here to learn about the college, right?" "I know mom. I just wanted to know how Tara was doing." "Well Tara, what do you think of the school so far?" The three of them chatted their way through lunch. After they ate, Jessica excused herself to go to the bathroom and Jason watched as the guy from the morning walked over to them as if in slow motion. "Hi," He said as he approached. "I'm Mark." Jason and Erica stood up to greet him and Erica took the lead. "Hi, Mark. I'm Erica and this is my sister Tara. It's nice to meet you." "Hi Mark." Jason tried to speak as quietly as possible so as not to give away his secret. "I saw you earlier in the tour and wanted to introduce myself. I like your skirt, it's very pretty on you." Mark was clearly addressing Jason. Jason panicked. He felt butterflies in his stomach as Mark's eyes locked onto his. "Thanks." "Well, I guess I should be going. I hope I see you girls later at the mixer." "We'll be there." Erica jumped in to save her brother. Mark turned and left as the group was reconvening outside. "I think he has a little crush on you Tara!" Erica teased. "You're just jealous." "I'm starting to think that you're enjoying this." Jason didn't respond. "Am I right? Do you like being dressed up like girl after all?" The Campus Tour "Get real." "Hey, think about it. We are twins after all. I mean, I like to dress up and show off my body. It only makes sense that you would like the same things as me, right?" She waited a moment before continuing. "I can't blame you; I've seen your clothes. Boxers are no fun at all. Girls get to wear all the sexy clothes. Did you like it when Mark looked at you?" Jason struggled to say no, but he just stood quietly. "You did, didn't you? Well I guess every girl likes a little attention sometimes. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you like to dress up as a girl and flirt with other boys." "Hey! He flirted with me." Erica leaned in and gave her brother a peck on the cheek. "Who knew this would be so much fun!" Jessica returned from the bathroom and the three of them rejoined the group for the afternoon tour. Jason spent the rest of the tour stealing glances at Mark, who smiled back at him every time. As the tour wrapped up in the late afternoon, they were brought to the student union for a mixer. There was soda and chips on a folding table and various members of the enrollment office mingled with the crowd. "I hear you made a new friend today." Jessica said to her son knowing how embarrassed he would be. Jason turned to his sister, throwing daggers with his eyes. "Don't worry Tara; it's just between us girls." Erica said with a wink. "So, who is he?" "His name is Mark. He's right over there." Erica said while pointing him out in the crowd. "Ohhh, he's cute." Mark looked over at them while they teased Jason and broke away from his father. As he approached Erica and Jessica made a weak excuse and left Jason alone with his new friend. "Hi Tara." "Hi Mark." "These things suck, huh?" Having no other options he decided that he just had to go with the flow. "Yeah." "Do you want to take a walk with me?" "Uhh... Sure." Jason followed Mark across the room. He felt Mark's hand on the small of his back while they made their way through the crowd. Outside with Mark, Jason felt just like any other nervous girl unsure of what to say. He fumbled his way through their conversation as best as he could. His voice only cracked occasionally, which he blamed on a lingering cold. Mark reached out and touched Jason's arm several times while they spoke. The contact sent a shiver down his back at first, but over time Jason came to enjoy Mark's warm hand against his bare flesh. After a while, Jason saw his sister trying to get his attention and waved back. "I think it's time for me to go." Jason was both relieved and disappointed. "Well, it was nice meeting you Tara. Can I have your number? In case we both end up going here, maybe we can get together sometime." "Sure." Mark handed Jason his phone. Jason knew enough to put in a fake number before handing it back. "Tara," Mark said while staring into Jason's eyes. "Yes?" "I'm really glad we met." "Me too." Without warning Mark leaned in and kissed Jason. Jason almost fainted. It was one thing to dress up like a girl, or even to flirt with a guy, but this was a whole different ballgame. Jason felt one hand slip around his neck and another on his hips pulling him into Mark. It was too late to stop him so he just closed his eyes and let himself go. Jason's body relaxed into Mark's arms as his lips pressed harder against him. Jason felt his knees going weak and a soft moan pass through his lips. His cock sprang to life was they kissed. Jason could feel a growing wet spot in his sister's panties as a trickle of pre-cum dripped from his swelling penis. It felt like an eternity to Jason before Mark finally released him. "Bye Tara." Jason stumbled backwards, trying desperately to regain his balance. His mouth hung wide open as he struggled to compose himself. Jason wiped the saliva from his lip while a wide goofy smile spread across his face. His heart pounded in his chest. "Bye Mark." Jason finally collected himself enough to break away. Mark watched as Tara walked away, her short skirt swaying across her thighs with every step. His cock strained against his pants while he fantasized about fucking her. He imagined her bent over with her skirt flipped up over her waist and his cock buried in her tight pussy as he fucked her from behind. Walking away, Jason didn't even consider the fact that he was a guy too. He focused his attention on the warm feeling in his stomach that he felt when Mark was kissing him. He wanted more. "Well, well, well." Erica joked as he joined them. "What?" Jason feigned innocence, but his bright red face and broad smile gave him away. "Did we have fun in the bushes with Mark?" "Erica! Stop teasing your sister." Jessica was starting to get into the fun too. At first she was a little put off that her son was dressed like a girl, but she eventually took it as a big joke and started to enjoy the prospect of making him squirm. They stopped at a small cafe for dinner and sat at an outdoor table. "So, tell us what happened?" Erica couldn't let it go. "Nothing happened!" Jason snapped back. "Come on Tara. It's just us girls. We always talk about boys together. Do you like him?" "What? No." Jason's voice cracked again. "We just talked, that's all." "That's all?" His sister pushed. Jason's eyes dropped down into his lap. "Spit it out. Did he kiss you?" Jason's face turned beet red. "He did? Tara, I can't believe it. We turn our back for five minutes and your off making out with the first boy you see." His sister and mother laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. "We didn't make out." Jason sounded insulted. "Well, what happened then?" "We just talked and..." "And?" "And he kissed me." He felt ashamed at himself for actually saying it out loud. "Was there any tongue?" "No." Jason felt himself shrinking in his chair. Sensing his unease, his mother finally joined the fray. "Honey, don't worry about it. Remember this is just between us girls. And besides, how could any guy resist someone as pretty as you." She said with a smile trying to cheer her son up. Jason appreciated the reassurance and felt a weight slowly lifting from his body. "Did you like the kiss?" Erica continued. "It was different." "Different how?" "Well, usually I'm the kisser, not the kissee." "Oh, I see. So which do you prefer?" "Well, it did feel nice." "I'm sure; you got to let someone else do the work for a change." His sister had a point. Jason's mind raced back to that moment, with Mark's hands on his neck and waist. He could taste Mark's lips against his as he let himself go. Jason's penis sprang back to life again. "Don't worry honey; your bags should be at the motel by now and then we can put this whole episode behind us." Jason suddenly realized that it was almost over. He was filled with conflicting emotions as he came to terms with the end of his one day adventure. He would soon be just another lonely boy. At the motel, they were met with word that Jason's bag wouldn't be arriving that night. It had been put on a flight to Seattle by accident and was expected in the morning. It was getting late and they had an early day ahead of them. Jason followed his mother and sister back to their rooms before parting ways. Jessica tried to reassure him that his clothes would arrive before they left, but he wasn't so sure that's what he wanted them anymore. As soon as Jason closed the door to his room his hand reached for his crotch. He rubbed himself through the skirt, enjoying the sensation of the chiffon gliding effortlessly against the front of his panties. He could feel the heat of his cock through the thin material as he rubbed himself. Jason walked over to the mirror and watched himself as he rubbed his cock. He took advantage of the privacy in his room and posed. He pursed his lips and blew a kiss at himself, still amazed that he looked like a completely different person. He turned his back to the mirror and looked at himself over his shoulder as he bent over enough to reveal a hint of his pink panties. His show was only making himself hornier by the second. He paused with the hem of his skirt raised above the bottom of his panties and wondered what Mark would think of him like that. In his mind he felt Mark's strong hands on his hips holding his skirt up. He pulled the hem higher until his full ass was in view. He enjoyed the sight of the thin pink material stretched across his round ass. The panties highlighted his natural curves and made him look just like a girl from behind. Jason's hand moved up his long leg and over the swell of his ass cheek while he imagined that it was Mark's hands touching him. Jason stood back up and turned to face the mirror. He swayed from side to side while he undressed himself. Jason slowly untied the knot in the shirt and unbuttoned it one button at a time in a slow strip tease. Letting the short fall to the floor, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his skirt and pushed it down over his hips. The skirt soon joined the shirt in a pile at his feet. Jason stood in front of the mirror dressed in just his sister's panties and bra while his mind again imagined that Mark's hands were touching him. His cock, barely contained by the thin panties, leaked a stream of his thick clear pre-cum into his sister's panties. The silence in his room was suddenly broken by a knocking at his door. "Tara? It's Erica, I have something for you." Jason snapped out of it but struggled to pull himself away from the mirror. Every second that he looked at himself in his sister's underwear he wanted to fuck himself, but the more that he fantasized about Mark's hands touching him the more he wanted someone else to fuck him like a woman. "Hold on." Jason leaned down to reach for the clothes on the floor but stopped when he realized that his sister already saw him in the same outfit that morning. He left her clothes on the floor and opened the door to let her in. Erica's eyes opened wide when she saw her brother. Her eyes shot from the pile of clothes in front of the mirror to her half naked brother dressed in her underwear to his hard cock straining against her panties. She noticed the growing wet spot on the front of her panties near the tip of her brother's cock. "I guess you had fun today after all. I'll let you pay for the dry cleaning bill though." She said while pointing her head down to his crotch. Jason suddenly realized that while his sister saw him in the same outfit earlier in the day, the difference was that now he was horny as hell with a raging hard-on. "Uhh..." He fumbled over his words, nervous that he was caught in his fantasy. "Well, I'm glad you had such a good time. If your clothes don't get her we'll just have to do it all over again tomorrow. Here, take this. I brought you pajamas" Erica handed her brother another outfit. "Can I have my skirt and blouse back?" "Sure." Jason put the new outfit on the bed and walked over to the mirror. With his back to his sister he leaned over to retrieve her clothes. Erica watched with interest as her brother bent over. She too noticed how the pink panties hugged his curves in a sexy feminine way. She realized that he had a much more feminine body that she ever realized and knew that she was going to have fun dressing him up again. While Jason walked over to hand her back her clothes, Erica's eyes followed his hips. "Let me show you something Tara. Watch my hips." She said while she strode across the room. "Do you see that?" Jason nodded as he watched his sister's hips sway seductively from side to side while she walked. Erica came up behind him and placed her hands on his hips. "You try." Jason walked across the room with his sister holding on. "No, more action in the hips." She said while forcing his hips to move with every step. He started to feel the right motion and then she let go. "Now just practice. There is more to being a girl than the clothes and the voice." She let him think about her words for a moment before continuing. "Good night Tara." Erica kissed her brother on the cheek before leaving his room. As soon as his sister left, Jason practically jumped into his bed. With his eyes closed, his hands ran across his body exploring his womanly curves. His mind quickly pictured Mark again. Jason's legs were bent at his knees and spread wide apart. He imagined Mark standing over him about to fuck him. Jason didn't know what had come over him. he had never had a fantasy about another guy before but for some reason he kept imagining that he really was a girl, that his cock was really a pussy, and that Mark was about to fuck him. His hand was between his legs rubbing his cock through his sister's panties. He felt the heat from Mark's body as he lowered himself between Jason's legs. Jason released his cock from it's prison and stroked himself while his other hand fondled his silicone breast. Jason was so turned on that he came shortly after he started stroking himself. His cock pulsed in his hand as it launched a stream of cum into the air. The first ribbon flew through the air, landing on his face. Jason was startled by the sensation of the warm liquid splashing against him. It hit him above his mouth and spread across his lips. The second shot landed on his chest and bra. His cock kept pumping out cum as he stroked. It formed a puddle on his stomach until it finally ended with one last small spurt that dripped down his hand. Jason laid in his bed with his hand still wrapped around his softening cock while his mind slowly came back down to earth. His head was still swimming with a combination of the thrill that he just felt mixed with shame that he was imagining that he was a girl being fucked by another guy. His mind was flooded with a mixture of emotions. Jason didn't move while he processed the series of events that led him to where he was. While his mind drifted, his hand began to slowly massage and caress his soft penis. Both his penis and his hand were covered in his cum which created a lubrication that allowed him to easily fondle himself. His fingers ran along the length of his soft cock, taking note of every vein and contour. His lips parted while he touched himself and he was suddenly reminded that his face was partially covered with his cum. Enough entered his mouth for him to taste his own salty juices. At first he was put off by the odd flavor but after a while he slowly opened his mouth again allowing more of his cum to drip onto his tongue. His tongue moved around in his mouth while he noticed the thickness of the liquid. He swallowed what was in his mouth and then with open lips his tongue made a circle around his mouth tasting more of his juice. After a few minutes he came to enjoy the taste of his cum. His tongue stretched out, eagerly licking up what he could. While he licked his lips his finger moved through the puddle on his stomach. Running his fingers through his warm sticky cum, Jason became more familiar with its texture. After his lips were clean he moved his hand to his mouth and slowly licked the cum from his fingers. He opened his eyes and stared at the puddle of cum on his stomach. Carefully, Jason propped himself up on a pillow and with a cupped hand he managed to collect most of the liquid. Jason stared at the milky white cum in his hand for a moment before bring it to his mouth. He tilted his hand up allowing the thick liquid to slowly slide past his lips and into his mouth. He used his lips to clean the remaining cum off of his hand and then closed his mouth. Jason, his mouth full of cum, tucked his penis back into his sister's panties and basked in the afterglow still imagining that Mark had just fucked him. He dreamt that his panties were soaked not from his cum but from Mark's dripping from his wet pussy and that it was Mark's cum in his mouth. Jason swirled his tongue around letting his salty cum coat every inch of his mouth. He savored the taste of his cum as he slowly swallowed, feeling it slide down the back of his mouth into his throat. The minutes passed by like hours in his dreamlike fantasy. Eventually Jason decided to get ready for bed and noticed that his cum had left a residue that had dried up on his skin. Not wanting to ruin his makeup and hair with a shower, he finally took off his sister's underwear and then used a wet towel to clean himself off. Curious, he picked up the pajamas that his sister brought him and examined them before putting them on. It was a one piece silk leopard print outfit. After taking a moment to figure out how to put it on, Jason stepped into the leg openings and pulled it up his body. With the shoulder straps in place he walked over to the mirror to look himself over. The outfit top looked like a camisole, with two black spaghetti straps and a thin strip of black lace trim across the cleavage. The top was connected to the bottom, which looked like a loose fitting pair of boy shorts. The sides were ruffled and cut high up his thighs exposing his hips and as he turned he noticed that most of his ass cheeks were exposed too. The soft loose fabric brushed against his skin as he twisted and turned to look at himself from every angle. With his back to the mirror and his hands cupping his ass he felt the soft material fall from his chest. He was hit by another tinge of jealousy as he wished that he had breasts like his sister so that he could fill out the lingerie. After several minutes of posing in his new outfit, Jason decided that he needed to get to sleep. Lying in bed he drifted off to sleep, still coming down from his adventure while also anxious about the fate of his own luggage.