Casey's Bodysuit

I moaned softly as I stroked my cock. The femboy on my laptop screen moaned too, much louder than me, as he got plowed from behind. His dress was hiked up to expose his bussy to the muscular, big-dicked top.

My own dress, really just a babydoll nightie, was also hiked up slightly so I could jerk off. I had to hurry up and finish before Sarah got back from practice. It wasn't like she would just barge into my bedroom without knocking or anything, but I was terrified she'd find me dressed like a girl and things would go to hell.

Maybe I didn't need to be. She already knew I was bi and effeminate and she didn't care about either of those things. And it would have been outright hypocritical for her to criticize me for any of this stuff, because she wasn't exactly the girliest girl in the world herself.

We had met last year on the first day of classes. We were the last two people to arrive to biology lecture, so we ended up sitting at the same table together, and we hit it off surprisingly well. I say surprising because if you looked at us, we would have seemed like polar opposites. I was a slightly short, long-haired twink with shaved legs and glasses. I wore short shorts and had signed up for D&D club. She was a tall, short-haired muscle mommy with long, hairy legs and masculine, fierce eyes. She wore basketball shorts that went down to her knees and had signed up for club volleyball.

But it turned out we had some common interests in video games and TV shows, along with a similar sense of humor. We both made other friends, but we found ourselves spending most of our time with one another.

So when it came time to leave the dorms behind and find housing for sophomore year, the two of us found a two-person apartment just off campus and moved it together. I was happy to say it had been going really well for these past few months, and now it was just before fall break.

Back to the porn - the top pulled out and the femboy got on his knees and stuck out his tongue. The top blew his load and came all over the femboy's face. Seeing this sent me over the edge too. I yanked my babydoll up so I wouldn't get cum all over it, then moaned again as I came, coating my hand and cock in jizz.

I laid there in bliss for a second before I heard the muffled sound of the front door opening.

"Shit," I whispered. I closed the pornhub tab and then the laptop itself, then hopped off the bed, peeled my babydoll off and put it back in the chest of drawers, and finally grabbed a towel to wipe the cum off. With that done, I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then opened my bedroom door.

My bedroom was right across the hallway from Sarah's, and through her own open doorway I saw her drop her bag to the ground and kick her slides off. She was wearing a loose-fitting dry fit shirt and tight volleyball shorts. She still had her kneepads on.

She turned around, saw me, and waved. "Hey, Casey."

"Hi," I replied. "How was practice?"

"Good," she said. "I drilled Grace in the head with a spike."

"Is she OK?"

"Yeah," Sarah said, grinning. "She was fine. It was funny."

I leaned against the doorframe and raised my eyebrow. "Did she find it funny?"

Sarah shifted her head from side to side a few times. "No... but she probably will next practice."

I rolled my eyes but smiled. "Sure. I'm going to use the bathroom really quick before you shower."

"Sounds good," she replied. "Do you want to play Smash after I'm done?"

"Sure."

I went and peed, then went back to my bedroom and packed for the break. I was heading home. I didn't pack any of my girls' clothes, but I had a plan. I threw a bunch of clothes and some other essentials into my backpack.

With that done, I walked back into our small living room. I heard the shower running as I passed the bathroom. I plopped down on the couch, turned the Switch on, and started playing Animal Crossing while I waited.

Sarah wasn't in the shower long, which was another difference between us, and once she had finished she threw some clothes on and plopped down beside me.

We were pretty evenly balanced in terms of Smash Bros. skill, and we played for a little while before I finally broached the question. "When are you coming back after the break?" I asked.

"The, uh, 21st" she told me, before yelling "fuck!" as I (playing as Dr. Mario) grabbed her (Ganondorf) and KO'd her with a back throw. "What about you?"

"The same" I told her.

"Cool."

We played Smash for a little while longer before eventually I asked her another question.

"Is everything going to go fine with your parents?"

Sarah snorted. "I hope."

I glanced at her, then back at the screen.

She sighed. "Yeah, I think so. I think they've given up on me being their perfect pretty little princess and are just kinda taking me as I am."

"That's good," I told her.

"Yeah," she said, but the inflection at the end the word told me she wasn't totally convinced.

We played for a little while longer, then told each other good night and went to bed.

*******

The next day, I woke up, made a bowl of cereal, ate it while watching a YouTube essay about the worst symphony in America, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my bag. This all happened after 10am, but as usual Sarah had woken up earlier and actually left for home before I'd even woken up.

I threw my stuff in my tiny little car and took off. It was a crisp day, but the sun was out at least.

I went to college an hour and a half away from my small hometown. There was one small town in between the two named Jonesville, which was unremarkable in every way except for one thing: it had a lingerie store. I had wanted to go for a while but never had the courage, time, or money to do so until now. The babydoll I owned I had ordered online.

I was nervous as I pulled into the parking spot and turned my car off. The big sign out front read "Linda's Lingerie." Taking a deep breath, I told myself no one inside would recognize me or even really care about my existence. I got out of the car and went inside.

The store wasn't super big, and to my relief, I was the only customer inside. A young woman, about my age, was standing behind the counter. It looked like she was watching something on her phone.

Slowly, as if I was trying not to attract attention, I made my way over to the bodysuits and teddies, which were all on a rack on the right side of the store. I wanted something lace, and I had plenty of options. I grabbed a white one and pulled it out enough so that I could really see it. It had cups, which probably wasn't something I was looking for-

"Looking for anything in particular?" a voice asked behind me.

I looked around, surprised. The employee was right behind me. She had bright blue eyes and a hint of freckles on her face.

"Oh, uh, n- no, just looking" I told her.

She smiled at me and flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder. "Looking for yourself?"

I couldn't even get any words out. I just stood there and blushed and tried to collapse inwardly on myself so that I would become infinitely small and she wouldn't be able to see me anymore.

"Honey, it's OK," she told me. "There's nothing wrong with it!"

I was relieved enough to answer. "Yeah," I said very quietly, looking down at the ground.

"Great! Have you gotten anything before?"

I shook my head no.

"You'll want something with adjustable straps on the shoulders," she told me, walking down the line and sorting through the bodysuits on the rack. "And you'll want a lot of coverage for your boy bits."

I blushed again and stood completely still.

She grabbed something off the rack. It was black lace. She held up the crotch and it looked pretty wide. She walked back over to me and held it out for me to take. "Try this."

Nervously, I took it from her and held it in my hands, looking at it. It was so beautiful and arousing and I wanted to put it on so bad.

"We have a changing room over here," she said. I looked up and she was pointing towards a curtain at the back of the store. She reached out and grabbed my hand. "C'mon!"

I was too overwhelmed to resist and allowed myself to be taken to the back of the store. The employee pushed the curtain aside to reveal a small changing room with a big mirror opposite the curtain. She took me in and then started loosening the straps on the shoulders.

"Here you go," she said, handing it to me. "That's probably more than you need, but we can retighten them afterward."

I stood there and stared at her like a deer in headlights.

"Well, go ahead!" she said, slapping my ass lightly. "Put it on!"

Nearly trembling, I stepped inside the changing room and pulled the curtain closed behind me. It went down to the floor but I was still very conscious of the fact that only a thin curtain separated me from the rest of the world.

I took all my clothes on then grabbed the bodysuit and stepped into it, then pulled it up. It wasn't until it was up my ass crack that I realized it had a thong back, though, truth to be told, that was exactly what I wanted. On the opposite side, the employee had been right: my dick and balls were covered up, though visible through the lace. My dick was also beginning to stir a little thanks to the lace feeling.

I slipped my arms through the holes, then tried to complete the process by doing the clasp in the back, which was just like that of a bra. The problem was I had no idea what I was doing and couldn't get it.

"Need any help?" I heard the employee call from outside.

"Uhhhh," I said in response.

Suddenly the curtain was pulled open, and the employee stepped inside and pulled the curtain shut behind her. She grabbed the clasp and did it, then I felt her reach up and begin to tighten the shoulder straps. I looked at myself in the mirror, with my smooth legs and long hair and oh my god I looked so hot wearing this thing. I was starting to get fully hard.

"There we go," I heard her say. She reached her head up to rest it on my right shoulder, and the two of us looked at me in the mirror. I realized she could easily see my hardening dick through the lace and covered it up with my hands. "Sweetie," she said, "you don't need to do that! I can already see your entire ass back here."

Then I let out a gasp as I felt her hand start caressing my practically bare ass. She reached her right arm around my waist to my front and she kneaded my left ass cheek with her left hand. "Oh baby, you look so pretty like this," she told me.

All I did was moan in response.

"Such a hot little boy in lingerie," she said, and she smacked my ass. I reached my right arm up and lightly caressed her cheek (on her face) with my fingertips. "There we are," she said. "Now you're into it. All it took was a good little spank." She slapped my ass again and a high pitched moan escaped my mouth.

By now I was fully hard, and the employee lowered her right arm to start gently stroking up and down my shaft through the bodysuit. I gasped and tried not to shake too much. She began kissing my neck and the waves of passion screaming through my body were nearly overwhelming.

After a few more kisses (and gentle strokes), she moved to my side and pushed me so that my back was against one of the walls. She got on her toes and kissed me on the lips. The kiss was warm and addictive. I thought I wanted more, until she suddenly knelt down and licked the shaft of my dick up through the bodysuit. I made a very feminine moaning noise and threw my arm up against the wall to ensure I didn't collapse on the spot.

"You like that?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Y- yes," I told her, looking back into her glittering blue eyes.

"I knew you would" she said back, smiling. She reached under the bodysuit and pulled it to the side, exposing my cock and balls. She wrapped her lips around it and took most of it into her mouth.

"Oh fuck~" I squeaked. I felt like I couldn't take anymore and she had hardly even started. Then she did start and I knew I wouldn't last long.

She back sucking and going up and down on my dick, and everything turned into a blur. I tried not to tear up as she worked her magic. I grabbed on to her hair, not to be sexy or anything, but because I needed something to hold on to. I did so for dear life.

My eyes were closed, so I nearly jumped when I suddenly felt her fingers caressing my balls. "Oh fuck!" I said loudly. "Oh god, oooooh..." I opened my eyes and looked down. She was looking back up at me with nothing but lust in her eyes.

It was all too much. With another girly "oh fuck!" I came. I felt like my whole dick was going to go flying off as it pulsed and pulsed. She kept sucking the whole time.

After several seconds of pure bliss, she pulled her mouth of my dick. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, and I saw my cum on her tongue. Then, she closed her mouth, swallowed, and stuck her tongue out again, this time perfectly clean.

"Fuck that's hot," I told her. She just smiled back, stood up, and kissed me again. I was more aggressive in kissing back.

Then it was my turn. I broke off the kiss, pushed her against the wall, and dropped to my own knees.

"Oh?" she said, though the smile on her face told me she knew exactly what she was getting.

I undid the button and zipper on her jeans, and she pulled them down to reveal a lace thong underneath that was about as slutty was what I was wearing, though it certainly didn't have enough coverage in the front for someone like me. Through the lace I saw her fully shaved pussy. I licked it through the panties and it was her turn to moan.

I reached up to pull her thong down to her thighs, then got to work. I jutted my own ass out behind me to feel even sluttier as I licked her pussy, trying to spread the love around her lips and clit. She grabbed my hair and forced my head into her crotch, moaning and gasping as I ate her.

This went on for what felt like a while. I felt so hot listening to her moans and cries as I ate her pussy while wearing the bodysuit. Then suddenly she yelled "shit, shit!" Her legs began shaking and her moans reached a crescendo.

Just like that, it was finished. I stood up and kissed her again. "Nice" she told me.

"It was," I replied, smiling. Then I heard a sound outside and nearly jumped. I had completely forgotten anything else existed.

"Damn," she said, pulling up her thong and jeans. "Another customer. Take the tag off what you've got and put your clothes on over it. I'll check you out at the register." With that, she buttoned her jeans and slipped out of the stall, closing the curtain behind her.

I stood there for a moment before pulling my clothes on over my new bodysuit, pulling the tag off and sticking it in my back pocket. I still felt a little unsteady on my feet, but I slowly exited the changing room, hoping the other customer wouldn't realize that the employee and I had been in there together.

The other customer did not. She just browsed the bras while I started to walk towards the register, not even bothering to look in my direction.

I was almost to the register when I glanced at something on the wall. I reached over and grabbed a pair of black thigh-high stockings. I flipped the package over and whispered "what the fuck" at the sizing charts on the back, but after a moment of study it looked like it would theoretically fit, so I brought it over and placed it and the tag on the counter.

The employee smiled at me. "Good choices." She rang me up and I paid. As she threw the thigh highs in a bag, she said "come back any time."

I smiled and walked out, then hopped in my car and headed home, feeling myself growing hard once again under my lingerie.

***********

Four days later - the 20th - I began the drive from home back to college. I had lied to Sarah because I wanted to have a day to go all out with the fem stuff. There was no way I could do any of that at home, especially because my parents still had a habit of barging into my room without knocking, so my new bodysuit and stockings had not been worn since I got them. I probably had not needed to lie to Sarah about when I was coming back, but I was really worried about how she would feel if she found out. It really wouldn't matter anyway.

I stopped in Jonesville again on the way back, but I didn't go to the lingerie store this time (sadly). Instead I went to Walmart. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible grabbing some makeup products and felt like Solid Snake trying on a couple of pairs of black high-heels to find my size. After that I grabbed some gummy worms and quickly used the self checkout.

Forty-five minutes later I pulled into the parking lot outside my apartment. I was so excited to get dressed up. I nearly ran inside the building and into my apartment, then down the hall and into my room.

I had shaved the day before, so I was totally ready. I quickly flung all my clothes off, then pulled the bodysuit on. It took me a while to get the clasps on the back done but, thankfully, I managed to get it. I put some earbuds in and started blasting Olivia Rodrigo. Next I grabbed the stockings, took them out of the packaging, and pulled them on one at a time, relishing the feeling of the nylon on my legs.

I grabbed the stuff from Walmart and bopped back down the hallway to the bathroom. I went in and shut the door behind me, then went to work on the makeup.

It took a while. I was watching tutorials on my phone to try to figure out what to do, and I was incredibly grateful I had had the foresight to buy makeup wipes, as I had to stop and start over multiple times with just about everything.

But, after what felt like forever, the person in the mirror looked back with smooth, even skin; shiny cheekbones; dark eyes; long, full eyelashes; and pink lips.

"Damn, girl," I whispered to myself. I reached down and slipped my feet into the heels, balancing myself with the counter.

Satisfied, I turned, opened the door, and-

Sarah was right there wearing nothing at all but men's boxer shorts and a pair of headphones on her ears. Her arm was reached out to open the bathroom door I had just opened from the other side. Her tits were hanging out and they bounced as she jumped in surprise.

I also jumped, but because I was in the heels I did not stick the landing and went crashing to the ground. It hurt but all I could do was stare, wide-eyed, at Sarah, who stared back.

"Casey?" she asked, looking very confused. I nodded weakly. "I thought you were coming back tomorrow," she said.

"I thought *you* were," I said quietly.

She stepped forward and offered her hand to help me up. I took it and stood up, trying not to stare at her tits as I did so. In the heels I was just as tall as her. We stood very close, with only a couple of inches between us. She took off her headphones and placed them on the counter; I took my earbuds out and did the same.

She looked me up and down. "Wow," she said, "you look hot." I caught a whiff of alcohol on her breath, which wasn't typical.

"Thanks," I said, nearly whispering. I looked at us in the mirror. She still held my hand. Then I looked back at her face. Her bright eyes looked back. "You're not..."

Her eyebrow raised. "Not what?"

I swallowed. "Disgusted?"

Both her eyebrows raised. "Dude, why would I be disgusted? I don't give a shit."

I closed my eyes and exhaled. "Thank you."

"I mean, it would be a little hypocritical if I cared," she said. I opened my eyes again and she gestured at herself with her other hand. "I'm dressed like a man."

I glanced down and saw her bare tits again, then looked down and to the side in embarrassment. "Sorry," I muttered.

"It's fine," she said. Now she was talking as quietly as me. "I don't mind. Really."

I turned my head back and got a good look. They weren't big but were nice and perky. I felt my dick wake up beneath the bodysuit.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

I looked back up at her, but I couldn't read how she felt. "Yeah," I said. Then I asked, "are you drunk?"

She shook her head. "Just a little buzzed. I've had maybe two beers." She sighed. "The reason I'm home early is because I, uh..." She grimaced. "Things didn't go well with my parents again. So I came back early. I figured I would drink some and just kind of be a waste for day."

"I'm sorry," I told her.

"Is what it is," she said, then she looked at me. "Why are you home early?"

I pursed my lips. "I always planned on it. I wanted a day to... dress up."

"Sorry I crashed it."

"No no, it's fine. I just... didn't know how you'd react."

"Like I said, dude," she told me, "I don't give a shit." After a moment, she asked, "is it, like, a trans thing?"

I shook my head. "No. I guess I kinda..." I looked at the mirror and nearly whispered. "It makes me feel hot."

"You look really hot," Sarah told me.

I looked back at her and felt my heart start beating faster. Her eyes gazed back, an intoxicating mix of feminine grace and masculine intensity. I started getting hard. I glanced down and her tits again. "So do you." I looked back up, slowly reached both of my arms up and gently placed my hands on the sides of her face, then leaned in to kiss her.

The first kiss was short and slightly awkward, but it was followed up by another kiss, and then another, with each one more intense than the last. Sarah wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me in tight. As we continued to kiss her hands wandered down and began to grope my ass. I was in heaven.

"Spank me," I whispered after a minute.

"What?"

"Slap my ass." She did, once, and not very hard. Thankfully, I knew exactly what to tell her to get what I wanted. "That was weak," I told her. *SMACK!* She slapped my ass much harder, and I moaned with pleasure. "God, yes~"

"Whore," she muttered to me, before kissing me again. Suddenly, squatted down and picked me up, throwing me over her shoulder. She backed out of the bathroom, then took me to her bedroom and threw me on her bed.

She climbed on top of me and laid down, kissing me again. I had to reach down and adjust myself, as I was fully hard by now. With that done, I wormed my hands up between us and began squeezing her tits.

"Oh my god," Sarah moaned.

I kept working and she leaned back down to make out with me some more. I began playing with her nipples, bringing out more moans from her.

"Fuck, I can't wait," she said suddenly, and she got off me and stood next to the bed. She took the boxers off to reveal her hairy pussy. She got back on the bed and straddled me, then pulled the bodysuit to the side to take my dick out. She held my dick up and slowly lowered herself onto me.

The two of us gasped "fuck" in unison. All I could think about was the warmth and pleasure I felt as she began to ride me. I tried to keep my eyes open to see her tits jiggle as she bounced, but my eyes felt like they were going to roll backwards in my head.

She rode like a machine for a several more minutes. The only sounds in the room were a gentle, rhythmic plapping and our moans. Her moans were guttural and sounded like she was clenching her teeth; mine were breathy and effeminate.

I really wanted this to last forever, but I eventually could tell it was going to end very soon. "God, I'm about to cum," I said.

She slipped off my dick and started stroking my by hand. My dick was slick from her juices. I reached a hand up and started quickly rubbing her clit. "FUCK!" she yelled. "Oh god!"

I couldn't hold it any more, and with a girly "ooooohhhhh fuck!" I came all over her hand and my bodysuit. At the same time, Sarah moaned very loudly and had to place one of her hands on my chest for support.

The two of us stayed there panting for a second before Sarah slipped off the bed and went down the hall. I heard the sink run in the bathroom; I guess she was washing my cum off her hand. I slowly sat up, then reached around to undo the clasps on the back of the bodysuit, then peeled it off my body and took it into my room. I threw it on my dirty clothes hamper and kicked off my heels, then grabbed my babydoll out of my chest of drawers and pulled it on.

I walked back into the hallway to see Sarah leaning against the wall. She grinned at me. "That was really great."

"Yeah," I told her. "We should do that again some time."

"How about in, oh, two minutes?"

"I think it's going to take me a little more time to recover than that."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "You boys are so delicate."

I curtsied in my babydoll. "What boys?"

She laughed. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure."

She glanced down at her naked body then back up at me. "Do you want me to put something on?"

I shook my head vigorously, causing her to laugh again. "We could snuggle under a blanket if you want."

"Sure," she said. I followed her into the living room and sat next to her on the couch as she grabbed the remote. She put her arm around me and I pulled a blanket up over us, then rested my head on her shoulder. She was very warm.