You look at your naked girlfriend and feel a rush and a warmth. Your pecker grows, and with you being naked, there is no hiding your arousal, how you're getting turned on by her.
"What's this?" She smiles as she looks at your hardening dick. It was small before, but now it was more a proper size, though still of course much smaller than your regular adult body. "Are you getting turned on," she asks.
You reply a meek "Yes", feeling awkward about both admitting your attraction to her young nubile body, and just being a teenager again.
She giggles. "Hey. You know what we should do? We should go on a date?"
"A date?" you reply surprised
"Yes. A date. Like we barely know eaxh other right. I figure a date is the most appropriate starting out, getting to know each other first. I'm not the type of person to fuck any stranger." she laughs.
"Getting to know each other? Like roleplaying or something?"
"Kind of." she shrugged. "How about it? And if the date goes well." She sashays up to you, close ebough for you to feel the slight warmth of her body. "We'll have some more fun afterwards,' she says slowly, putting on as husky as a voice she could manage.
"Um, sure, yeah," you mumble out, not being able to think too coherent thoughts.
"Yay!" she cheers. "I'll get dressed, raid your sister's closet. You figure something out about clothes as well."
Then she disappears, leaving you standing alone in the basement with a raging hard on. Your skin is flushed and your breath heavy. Was this the effect teenage hormones?
She'd left to get dressed. Your younger sister is currently a few years older than both of you, but she probably had something that could fit your girlfriend. How about you? You pick up your discarded old shirt. Just holding it makes it obvious it would be way too large for your skinny self.
Then you remember that, thank god, you brought a few outfits along the skins. You look through them, and you did manage to put together a reasonable outfit. A plain white tee, and a pair of jeans that were a little too big, but manageable with a belt.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt very awkward, and looking in the mirror didn't help much. If there was any word to describe you, it would be boyish. You didn't look or feel manly at all. Apart from that, you didn't look half bad, your blond hair had kind of a natural cool messy look to it, and your face was alright.
While you were quick to get ready, you waited a considerable amount of time for your girlfriend to get done, gving you more time to build up nerves. But finally the time came.
"I'm ready!" you hear your girlfriend yell. You soon after hear steps coming down the stairs. You watch as your girlfriend arrives. She's wearing a skirt, a very short one, so her pale legs are almost all bare. She's wearing a tight white crop top. It must have been something old of your sister's since it would in no way fit her. Also, at her chest you notice two points, her nipples are visible, also you do notice her pert breasts do a slight jiggle each step down the stairs. She's not wearing a bra. None of your sister's probably fit her. And her face. Now you understood what took her so long. She's wearing makeup. Pink lipstick, rosy cheeks, and drawn-on-freckles. Your girlfriend never did her makeup in such a way, it might look a little childish on her, but this version of her, it suited her.
"Are you ready too?" she smiled.
"Yeah. I am ready," you say. You try to keep cool and calm.
She grabs your arm and you feel her chest, her braless boobs brush against your arm, and that's all it takes for you to feel your temperature starting to rise. Stupid teenage hormones.
She asks: "So where are you taking me?"
Shit. This date thing was her idea. She didn't mention anything about you having to plan stuff.