Dressing Up Dolly: Feminizing (and Dominating!) My Best Guy Friend

Sally's a beauty school student, and she needs to practice for her upcoming final exam. Enter Andy, Sally's best guy friend, who Sally knows has a crush on her and will do absolutely anything she tells him to ... even let her put makeup on him and style his hair like a girl's! What Sally doesn't see coming is that, dolled up like a girl, Andy really turns her onand brings out her aggressive side! Andy's feelings for Sally may finally be requited ... as long as he's willing to take it like a man, all while wearing lipstick and a skirt!

EXCERPT

A light coral lipstick in hand, I crouched in front of him. "Pucker," I said.

He complied, his big innocent eyes regarding me patiently. I let my gaze drift to his crotch again as I readied the lipstick. He was turned on, too.

I applied the lipstick in long, slow strokes, mesmerized by the motion of his soft, pillowy lower lip as the stick moved across it. Then on to the top lip.

"Now" I straightened, gazing down at him, and pressed my lips together, indicating that he should do the same to even out and set the lip color. He mimicked me, pressing his pink lips together and releasing them in a little open-mouthed pout.

"Do I get to see?" he asked, after a moment of me just standing there dumbly. Then, looking me up and down, "Are you okay?"

I hadn't realized until then that I was clenching my fists at my sides.

"I'm not done with you yet," I said finally, as casually as I could manage. "Come in the bedroom. We're gonna play dress-up."

He grinned and rolled his pretty eyes. "Come on, Sal. You don't have to dress me up for your stupid class."

I growled and grabbed a handful of his lush auburn hair, hauling him up off his chair with a strength I didn't know I had. "I wanna play dress-up!" I hissed through clenched teeth, boring my gaze into his. He stared at me, his doe eyes wide. Before I could stop myself, I kissed him, full on his strawberry mouth, pushing my tongue in deep. He shuddered and melted into me, moaning in the back of his throat.

I released him, my heart thumping in my ears. Jesus, what was I doing? This was Andy. The poor idiot was in love with me. I couldn't take that one back. Oh, why did he have to be so damned precious and vulnerable-looking?

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