Anisoyya studied me sitting there. I wondered how we would go on as she looked at my madeup, feminized face and seemed to like what she saw. I was quite unprepared for her to shift up to me, her dress mingling with my skirt as she put her arm about me and, surprisingly, she began to kiss me. She kissed me as if I was the girl and she was the boy, attacking my lips as if she had never kissed anyone before.
Being like a princess locked in a castle, I was sure that she hadn’t kissed many men before and so, even one like me, might seem like manna from heaven to her. I put my arms lightly about her waist and we fell back on the bed and kissed, my lipstick covering her face as she shivered and pressed her real breasts into my fake ones.
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