About this book
“I usually have to handle myself three or four times a day,” Tessa says, her thick shaft sliding between my lips. “But now that you're here…”
She doesn't finish the sentence. She doesn't have to.
I shouldn’t have been peeping on my cousin, I know that, but how could I resist her? It’s my own fault she blackmailed me into her panties and frillies. Now I'm her plaything for the week. She dresses me in her frilliest lingerie, teaches me to touch myself like a girl, and shows me exactly what my mouth was made for.
My cousin has plans for me. Plans that involve lace and satin and learning to be the perfect sissy for her needs.
Will I make it through the week without being discovered? And when it's over, will I even want to go back to being the boy I used to be?
