Date: Tue, 25 May 2021 19:50:03 -0500 (CDT) From: DaddyWolf Subject: Just a Pretend Girl 2 If you like it, tell me "Ready!" came a shout from below that almost made Joey jump out of his skin. His hands rushed to cover his embarrasing situation, but it was too late. The show was starting. He grabbed the tiara and slapped it on his head and peeked out the window. "Eeek! Save me!" he fluttered in his best girly voice. He didn't have to fake the quaver of fear he felt. What would these boys think if they knew what he had been doing? "I'll save you, princess!" Chris bellowed with a puffed out chest. Brandishing a stick as a sword, he laid about the 'monsters' who dutifully fell to the side, writhing dramatically in their death throws. Joey watched from his window perch as Chris walked up to the base of the stairs where the 'dragon' was waiting. "Look out fo his fire breath!" the 'princess' shouted. Joey found himself inadvertently drawn into the game of make believe. This was fun! Tony roared and mimed breathing fire as Chris held up his shield arm to block it, though he had no shield. He followed up with a decisive blow to the neck which was meant to take off the head of the dragon, and Tony fell down dead, his tongue lolling out theatrically. Chris rushed up the stairs to save his damsel in distress, and Joey was waiting in the doorway, hands clasped in excitement as though he had really just been rescued. "My hero!" he announced joyfully as he threw his arms around Chris's shoulders. Instantly he remembered himself and withdrew. He was letting himself get carried away. He barely just met these boys. "Sorry..." he mumbled, looking down and brushing a strand of hair back that had come loose from his tiara. "Oh that's all right," Chris said as he advanced on Joey, crowding him back into the small, plastic room. "A princess should thank her knight in shining armor..." "But how? I don't have any gold..." Joey was playing dumb, but he knew better. He just didn't want to think of all the other ways a princess would show her gratitude. "Where's your lipstick?" Chris looked around and spotted the bag on the floor next to the pile of Joey's clothes. He bent over and fished out the compact and the little gold tube. "Here," he shoved it at Joey, who already felt ridiculous enough wearing a frilly, pink dress. "Put it on." "But I don't know how!" Joey whined. He was all 'buts' as he tried to backpedal what seemed to him to be an increasingly bad idea. "Figure it out," Chris told him sternly, and Joey was immediately aware of how much bigger he was. He struggled to steady his hands as he opened the compact, fumbling with the tube as he popped off the lid and rolled out the bright, red stick. "Breathe..." Chris told him, and Joey found himself calming just long enough to trace his lips with the makeup, turning them a vivid shade of cherry red. He pressed his lips together, surprised at his own refection as he checked himself out in the little, handheld mirror. He pushed his lips out into a girl pout. They looked so full and luscious. "There," Chris said as he pushed up on Joey's tiny frame. "Now I remember how you can thank me." He placed his hands on Joey's bare shoulders, feeling the frailty of his collarbones as he pushed down. Joey was taken off guard by how much stronger he was, accidentally dropping the makeup and mirror as his knees hit the floor. Chris's feet stepped to either side of Joey's bare legs as he stuck his crotch in his face. Joey tried to recoil and almost fell backward, but Chris grabbed his hair with both hands and held him firmly in place. Strangely, Joey was worried about dropping the tiara and breaking it. "Unzip my pants," Chris ordered. Joey made an 'ah' of hesitation and Chris squeezed double handfuls of the sissy's hair, making Joey cry out. Whimpering, he brought his hands up to Chris's crotch and the pressure on his follicles stopped. Fighting back tears he gripped the tab with shaky fingers and pulled down. He could feel the warm lump under Chris's jeans and wondered anxiously what he would find. "Well, don't just sit there, stupid girl. Take it out," Chris jeered at him. Why was this happening? Didn't they know that he was just a pretend girl? This must be why Susan left... "I -sniff- I can't..." Joey spluttered, but Chris didn't care. He was all stoked up by the sight of this hot, little fairy in a pink dress that showed way too much skin, and he wasn't about to leave without getting some relief for the pent up frustration that was growing in his pants. "Do it!" he growled as he jerked back on Joey's hair, roughly grabbing his slender wrist as he shoved the tiny hand into the unzipped opening. Joey yelped and fumbled around, felt the firm, hot flesh against his fingertips, seized it and pulled. Chris's hard dick flopped out, big enough to fill Joey's hand and then some. Joey was too young to know what puberty did to a boy that made him a man, and his own was so small that it didn't bear comparing, so for a moment he forgot his distress as he wondered at the thick log of meat pulsing in his hands. What would he do with it? In awe he brought up his other hand to touch it. It occured to his boyish mind that he needed two hands to support it's weight. Chris's cock twitched and grew, getting even bigger! It stood out straight in front of his face as his fingertips grazed the surface, feeling the velvety soft skin. He didn't want to press too hard, afraid he might hurt Chris, and then he'd really be in trouble.