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It began when I made her clothes disappear
Black-Haired Beauty
"I've always liked black-haired girls with fair skin, big lips, and perky tits," Jamie said. "Try that on for size."
"Okay," I said. "Long hair or short?"
"Go for the layered look," my ex-sister said. "Remember, we're lesbians, people expect us to look a little freaky. Do something about those cheekbones, too, while you're at it; that's part of why you still look like a boy. Give yourself some curves on your face and figure."
"Done," I said. "I wish... I wish for what she just said."
Again, I felt the shudder of the world changing. I looked down, and found I had pert teenage breasts under a black sheath dress. I pinched my hair between my fingers and held it in front of me: shiny, lustrous black of the kind actresses spend hours in the makeup chair to get.
"Nice ass," Jamie said.
I looked behind myself. Yep, I had a well-rounded ass, like every sexy sixteen-year-old should. When I was a boy, I would have found myself sexy, I'm sure. Hey, come to think of it, as a lesbian who hadn't learned to think of this as my own body, I admit, I turned myself on.
"Well, then, my fine former sister," I said, "have I become your dream date?"
"I think you have."
"Am I pretty enough for you?"
"You're everything I'd hoped for. Tonight, we'll make every man in town jealous."
But I was still horny from hugging this tight teenage goddess when I was a boy, and I wasn't ready to stop yet. I took a step closer to Jamie, and cupped my breasts. "You like my body, don't you?"
"I do," she said, taking a step back, as I took another step forward.
I leaned in like I was going to kiss her, still holding my firm teen boobies. "You want to touch me, don't you?"
Jamie gulped. "Stop this. Being my teen lesbian date is supposed to be your punishment, not your reward."
I took another step forward, carefully steering Jamie toward her bed. "It can be your reward, too, you know," I said in a husky whisper.
"Stop it," Jamie said, in a shaky voice that I thought at first was thick with fear. Then I realized it was lust.
"Make me, my sweet, sexy ex-sister," I said, and took one more step forward. This time, when she took a step back, Jamie's legs hit the edge of her bed, and she fell flat on her back. I was there in a flash, my hands pinning her shoulders, my knees straddling her hips. "You made me into your dream girl," I said. "Now I want to make you my lover."
"Stop," Jamie husked. "Not until after the date tonight."
"I'll do what you say," I told her. "But your red lips say you want a kiss right now."
"Do what I say," Jamie said, reaching up and cupping my face in her hands. "I want you..."
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