It was not lost on Lizbeth how Blake had reacted when she first saw him in the sexy little panties, she hadn't mentioned the bulge and how he was clearly excited and now while he whimpered the word no, he still hadn't looked away from his reflection. "I think you turned out really pretty, I shouldn't be surprised that you look younger with your baby face, what do you think?"
Opening his mouth to say something Blake hesitated before closing his mouth. As his lips pressed together he could feel how different just that small act was, his lips felt creamy and on instinct he ran the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip, the strawberry flavor of the gloss dancing across his taste buds. "I... ahhh.. umm. " Blake's gaze slid up and down his own body. Now that his shock had worn off he could clearly see it was him in the mirror, but much softer, much more feminine. He was pretty sure he could fool his own mother, not for long, but in passing she would have no idea he was a boy, let alone her son. Turning away from the mirror for the first time he was very aware of the skirt of the dress he wore. He had to stop looking at himself, it wasn't just odd to be captivated by his own appearance, but also arousing.
"I don't like it." Blake said firmly, hating himself from being turned on. "Let's just forget all of this and get that hotel, think umm.. Think of the fun we could have there."
Turning her head to the side ever so slightly Lizbeth gave her crossdressed boyfriend a predatory grin. "That is a shame, because the idea that my boyfriend would do anything for me, anything to help me, has me a bit excited." The young woman said, sliding up alongside the feminized man, one of her hands resting on his stomach before sliding down. "Someone that would do this for me would just have to be rewarded." Lizbeth's hand passed the hemline of the dress before sliding back up and underneath the dress, her hand sliding along Blakes's now smooth and hairless skin before coming in contact with his semi-hard dick in her panties.
Feeling his girlfriend's touch Blake stopped fidgeting, feeling her fingers on his thigh a shiver ran through his spine and then when her hand not just grazed, but grasped his lace covered cock the shiver only grew along with his dick as she shuddered.
"I think someone was fibbing about not liking how they looked." Still standing there Lizbeth started to rub Blake's member through the borrowed panties, while pressing her body to his side. Feeling his dick grow harder, the taller girl bent down just slightly to whisper. "Someone is really excited... if you promise to be a good girl, my perfect little princess then she would get rewarded."
His jaw hanging loose Blake's breathing changed to more of ragged short breaths. His tongue once more ran along his lips, tasting more of the sweet strawberry flavor that reminded him of kissing Liz. His awareness of the world started to fade as he felt Liz give him a hand job through the soft, lace panties. No part of him thought to protest at her request, nor did he think to answer as he gave himself into the feeling of her warm hand holding him, rubbing him. Nothing really crossed his mind other than what she was doing, up until she stopped.
"Well?" Lizbeth asked, still holding the dick in her hands, but no longer doing much of anything else.
"Well what? Why did you stop?" Blake blinked a few times, trying to focus.
"Tell me you will be a good girl and be my perfect little princess." Lizbeth gave the lace covered manhood a light squeeze before rubbing just her thumb from side to side. Doing her best to repress a giggle as she felt his dick twitch.
"I'm not... I'm not going to say that! In fact! I'm taking this all off now." Blake tried to sound confident in his course of action.
"I think you don't understand how turned on this makes me." Lizbeth hadn't moved, still pressed up against her man and had continued to whisper in what she hoped was a sexy way. The fact he hadn't moved away, not even an inch made her feel in control. He said one thing, but his actions told her something completely different.
"You... you are?"
"Mmmm hmmm!" She once again rubbed him, but only for a few seconds. "Tell me what I want to hear."
Swallowing hard Blake turned his head to look back at himself in the mirror, seeing Liz's hand up under the dress. This wasn't the threeway he had fantasized about a few hours earlier when his love had this crazy idea, but the mirror made it look like his girlfriend was about to have a lesbian experience. "I... I promise to be a good girl and ahh be your perfect princess."
"That's my girl! Now look in the mirror for me, tell me how pretty you are Blake, tell me you are a teen girl. The longer you talk the more of this you get.
Completely horny, dick hard Blake did what a lot of men would do, anything his girlfriend wanted so long as they continued what they were doing. He moved to turn back to face the mirror as she lightly squeezed him, his mouth moving, his voice giving life to her request as Liz sunk to her knees in front of him.
"I'm...I'm a girl." He said swallowing hard again as the skirt of the dress was pulled up and the panties down. Blake and Liz weren't that experienced at sex and she had said she didn't like going down on him and here she was doing just that. When she held his dick in her hand, her mouth inches from it and looked up at him expectantly he nodded quickly. "I'm a pretty girl." As the words left his mouth he felt her take him in her mouth. So long as he continued to talk and look in the mirror the blow job continued.
Blake felt completely at her mercy, it wasn't a feeling of powerlessness but one of joy and pleasure, the type that made his knees feel weak. The kind of pleasure that had him orgasming before a handful of minutes could even pass. With his seed spent he collapsed to his ass on the ground, sitting in a very un-ladylike fashion with his now shrinking member still on display. "Oh my god Liz that was..." he stopped talking when she smacked his girly shoe covered foot.
"Gah... Blake, you are supposed to warn me when you are going to cum." Lizbeth said, wiping her mouth with both hands multiple times. "I swallowed it... So gross."
The now spent man gave his girlfriend a shit eating grin, he hadn't even thought about warning her before he came, everything just happened so fast and it all felt so fantastic. "Yeah... sorry, but it was... it is hot!"
Crossing her arms over her chest Lizbeth glared at her boyfriend. "Yeah well let's see how much you like it when you do that to your boyfriend, missy."
"What?!" He said, perplexed.
"I was saying I'm betting you will be a great cock sucker."
"Not funny Liz. That was fun in all, but I'm going to get out of this getup before someone thinks I'm gay or something."
"Do you have a problem with people who are gay?" She asked, her arms still crossed over her chest.
"Liz you know I don't, you know I have two grandmothers who have been together since forever. I'm just..." He was about to say straight, but he could still feel the pull of the bra he wore and knew what he looked like. He had always been small for his age, he wished he would grow taller and gain broad shoulders like his uncle Abe, but that never came. He had mostly gotten over his height problems, not many twenty year old guys were five foot four. Today though, seeing how easily he passed for a female felt like a new low.
"You just what? You can deny that you are enjoying this all you want, but I felt the truth and you know what? That doesn't matter. You Blake..." Lizbeth leaned forward to fall onto her hands as she crawled forward. "You are my little king and I love you and because you are willing to do this for me, to pretend to be my little princess... I promise to truly make it worth your while."
Without resistance Blake returned the kiss from his sexy blonde girlfriend, but it had only been for a moment before the strawberry flavor in his mouth was joined by something saltier. "Gah!" He cried out, pulling himself backwards along the carpeted floor. Wiping his own mouth he glared at the girl across from him pretending to look sweet and innocent.
"Don't kiss me after you do that... I don't want to taste... gah!"
A giggle escaped Lizbeth's mouth, it turning into a full belly shaking laugh. "I didn't want to either, but next time you don't warn me. I promise I will spit it into your mouth. Got me?"
With a grimace on his face Blake nodded. He really did want to go back to his own clothes, but the idea of more intimate times with Liz after being separated for so long weighed heavily in his decision making. She had stayed home, working and going to a local college while he had been out of state. The fact they had stayed so close with a long distance relationship had been amazing, it wasn't like he was picking up chicks, that had always been a problem for him, but her... He knew Liz could have anyone she wanted and it made him love her that much more that she wanted him. "I got you, now what do I have to do for all of..." he waved both his hands over his body, his pink nails very much on his mind as he did so. "You know, to pull it off."
Clapping her hands together once Lizbeth smiled brightly. "You my dear Blake need a crash course in girlhood. How to sit, how to walk... I mean so you aren't clomping around like a boy. A few lessons on how to do your makeup." She touched her index finger to her chin as she continued to think.
"What do you want me to do? Walk around like you do for me? Wiggling my hips and everything?"
The smile on her face only increased. "If you want, that would be fun, oh and we need to work on your voice and..." She pointed to his still exposed crotch. "Maybe we should add some pantyhose to help keep that out of sight."
Immediately Blake felt self conscious enough to cover his privates. "Walking like that might be fun for you to see." He bit the inside of his cheek twice, chewing on that idea like he was his cheek. Doing more things to turn her on while she couldn't act on it would make things that much better when they could. "Yeah I can do that, but talking like a girl is going to be a problem."
"I think you can do it with some practice." She clapped her hands together once again before getting to her feet and looking down at her shorter boyfriend. "You my dear just need to get yourself in character, from now till they leave you are going to be a sweet sixteen year old girl that I am babysitting. Hmm..." She put her hands on her hips as she considered something else.
Having his girlfriend tower over him as she spoke, telling him he was going to have to act like a girl made Blake feel smaller and the fact he was literally exposed just added to the feeling of vulnerability. "Sixteen?! Really?"
"Yeah..." Lizbeth's voice trailed off, her voice soft. "We will really have to play things up to make sure she doesn't ask any questions. I'm not worried about David, not really. You just have to promise me that you will play up being a sweet girly girl to both of them and be nice."
"I'm always nice." He snapped back, now trying to pull the panties back up over his groin.
"No I mean extra nice, be demure or whatever. No raising a fuss, do as the adults say." When she said adults, the context was not lost on Blake that she was excluding him from the word he glowered in her direction. "I think this could really work.. Ohh and new idea! You should call me Miss Liz or Miss Lizbeth."
"Act sweet and demure... do as the 'adults' say and call you Miss Liz. Sure... I can do that." He said feeling his stomach churn. 'Is this even worth it?" He asked himself before remembering Liz swallowing his load. 'It's just for a day and the payout, yeah I can do this.'
Seeing the smile on his face Lizbeth held out her hand in order to help her feminized boyfriend up. "I'm glad to see you like the idea as much as I do. Try to keep that in mind, because you are about to go through girl boot camp, missy."