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THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 6 of 7

THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 6 of 7

"We better get you dressed before your treat," she finally said, pulling back and roughly hauling me upright. I had always known Sally wasn't a small girl – her self-consciousness about her body was a reason she never dated- but her strength amazed me. This time, I needed no urging to climb as fast as I could up the rest of the stairs.

Once we reached the landing, Sally deftly untied my hands and without a word propelled me into her bedroom. Which was right in front of us. She slammed the door behind me. Through the oak, I heard her say, "I'll wait out here until you are properly dolled up."

The first thing I noticed was the outfit she had laid out fir me on the bed. It was a maid's uniform, in just the right classic cut and style to match Sally's gentleman butler- a soft dark fabric with a white collar cut in an only modestly revealing "V", and a knee length skirt. Much more the "Gosford Park" look than like a xxx movie French Maid.

Beside the dress lay a strapless white lace bra and a matching pair of boys cut lace panties. "The panties are my step monster's...I thought hers might fit you better.

Neither of you has any hips." Sally's deep tones rumbled through the closed door.
Black stockings and a garter belt were also ready.

I wondered for a second about the bra, and then saw the box of tissues perched beside the ensemble on the bed. I had never realized until now that my best friend's tits likely made her chest the same size as mine.

A floral scent was wafting out of the end suite bathroom. I stepped over and saw that Sally had run a tub full of lavender bubbles. A razor sat on the shelf beside the old-fashioned claw foot tub. I understood what I needed to do to wear the stockings. I quickly discarded the rest of my clothes and climbed into the warm water, enjoying the bubbles tickling my nose. I felt like a kid again. For a second, I wished that Sally and I were both four so that we could share the tub. Then my throbbing balls reminded me that sharing the tub with Sally all grown up would be much more fun. After we finished our treats, she likely would need another bath herself, and I planned to do my best to share it, although I realized that meant submitting to her will.

A handy body sponge sat by the razor on the shelf. I soaked it in the foam. As I coated my body with soapy suds, I admired my own hard nipples bobbing at the surface. By concentrating on them, I was able just barely to rest stroking my cock. I knew even a modest touch might make my load explode out of the aching tip of my head. Sally would not like that.

I lifted each leg out of the water, drizzling suds down the inside of my calves, letting the moisture trickle down between my thighs. This just forced me to look at my throbbing hardness. It looked larger than ever, perhaps a trick of the candlelit bathroom filled with mirrors. I risked brushing the underside of my manhood, fondling the soft flap of skin which linked the mushroom to the shaft. As my fingers rose, up around the head, I detected a thin coating of precum leaking out.

"Don't take all night, sissy, or I'll be forced to come in there after you," Sally shouted in her deep voice.

I wished suddenly that I really was a girl, that I could pinch my nipples and pet my pussy until I climaxed, and still be able to recover and share sex with my master Sally. I slowly caressed my nipples, pretending that I had soft breasts, kneading my chest. In a trance, I lifted my right leg up onto the edge of the tub. Before reaching for the razor, I slipped my left hand along my side, caressing my body. My bum lifted, up off the porcelain as my fingers curled around beneath me.

My finger slid into my anus, piercing the sphincter ring with ease. I had never stimulated myself there before, but perhaps because of Sally's playfulness it seemed so natural. My cockhead bobbed above the surface of the water and a few drops of cum spurted out. I decided to hold off and focused on shaving my legs smooth enough to please Sally.

Shaving my legs was not really very hard. The soap bubbles sufficed nicely to make the razor slide in even strokes up my skin. I was not very hairy to start with, so the tougher spots like knees and ankles were already pretty, bare. I did get one tiny nick on my right shin, but otherwise, the work proceeded quickly.

"Don't forget to shave your groin as well," Sally shouted through the door.

This was tougher. My pubic hair was dense, and curly, and seemed to merge with the fuzz on my thighs and belly. I had to carefully lift my throbbing shaft up and away from my scrotum. If I wasn't careful, the handling itself would cause my load to erupt, thus frustrating Sally.

As I gingerly eased the blade along my taut ball sac, Sally spoke again, "I'd come in and do it for you, but I want to see you all dressed up."

I finished up by carefully trimming the hairs off my perineum, the little stretch of skin between my balls and ass.

"I'm as soft and smooth as a baby's bottom," I told Sally.

"Then dry off. Use lots of powder, so that the clothing slides easily."

"What if I don't know how to put the things on?"

"Just try."

"Aren't you the 'there is no try, just do' Yoda chick?"

Sally laughed in her normal manner, briefly reminding me of my gal pal. "They were sold out of that costume."

The fluffy white towel was soft against my skin, but pearls of semen sprayed across its surface as I fondled my balls in folds of cotton. Satisfied that I was dry, I looked around the bathroom, only to discover that the single tin of powder was lilac scented. I hesitated, but I decided I had gone too far to disappoint Sally now. I sprinkled trails along my arms and rubbed it on my legs and chest. I was careful to coat my scrotum and cock without trigger an orgasm.

"I don't hear fabric shimmying onto you tender young body," Sally called through the door, resuming her gruff manly tone.

As I moved into the bedroom, I noticed a bottle of brandy set on the dresser, with a small glass. I quickly downed a shot to fortify my courage. I liked it so much I had another, and then another.

"Us girls prefer crème de menthe," I giggled, warming to my role.

"Hurry."

I decided to start with the panties. They slid on easily, just like briefs, though my engorged cock could not fit in any way I tried. I did not attempt anymore because my balls were drawing up inside my body, and the pressure in my shaft was threatening to burst. I just left the cockhead poking out of the waistband, which sank down to just above my balls.

The bra was next. I had never put one on, of course, but had seen it done in the movies. I fumbled only briefly with the clasp. Since the cups were empty, it was not difficult to fasten the garment below my nipples. I struggled a bit with the straps but wormed them over my shoulders more easily than I expected. A few handfuls of tissue and I was ready to admire myself in the mirror.

Once glance told me that I looked fine for the current game, but that if Sally intended to take me out to Chad's party, she better help me put some makeup on.

"Don't forget, I like full firm tits," Sally called through the door.

I took her hint and doubled the stuffing in the bra. I then took a few extra minutes to shape and shift the mounds, so no tufts stuck out the top, but the curve, I hoped would look natural. In order to check, I slipped the dress on, despite not having put on the stockings. Although the fake cleavage had no nerve endings, adjusting my tits sent shivers through my body. I noted that the look of the dress was ruined by the tenting action of my erection. No matter how I waggled that, I just got more excited. If I kept going, I would surely stain the fabric.

I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to figure out the garter belt, but no matter which way I looked at it, I knew I could never get it on. Around one thigh, maybe.

"If the garter belt is a problem, don't worry, those are stay up stockings- Lycra is a wonderful thing," Sally said.

I tentatively rolled a stocking up my left leg. As the strangeness faded the softness of the silk sent shivers again up my spine. With my smooth legs well shaved, I now understood how dressing up made girls feel special.

"Are you ready?" Sally grumped from outside the room.

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