Excerpt from my latest custom erotica: cheerleading, feminiz..

Excerpt from my latest custom erotica: cheerleading, feminization, leg fetish. ... Kristi fished out Sybil’s mint green, cheeky panties that she had been wearing that day, and quickly slipped them on. “Spin around a few times and tell me how they feel.” Sybil instructed. Kristi did as she was told but struggled to speak. “They feel..they feel…” But Kristi couldn’t get herself to say it. She started and stopped but couldn’t get herself to admit how good they felt. Impatient, Sybil jolted over and thrust her into the wall, pressing her own powerful feminine body against Kristi’s, so that all the fabric from Kristi’s cheerleading uniform, Sybil’s panties, the wisps of hair falling out of Sybil’s ponytail, and the soft skin of Sybil’s bare legs flooded Kristi in feminine sensation. Sybil could feel Kristi’s own hairless, soft, feminine legs entangled with her own, and the only difference between them was that her own legs were taller and stronger. She reached under Kristi’s skirt, and pulled her mint green panties up taut, causing a wave of goose bumps to ripple across Kristi’s ass, and taunted her: “Just say it! Admit that you love the way my panties feel against your skin. That you love the feeling of wearing girl’s underwear under a girl’s cheerleading uniform while dressing like a girl because you like feeling like a girl.” Sybil looked straight into Kristi’s increasingly sheepish eyes, and she could feel a warm bulge starting to press through against her leg through Kristi’s cheerleading skirt and her panties underneath. She tugged the panties again, so that they hugged the growing bulge even tighter. “Okay fine!” Kristi squealed, squirming against Sybil’s powerful body. “Okay fine what?” Sybil demanded. “I…I like the feeling of your panties!” Sybil kneed Kristi in the crotch, “what else!” she demanded, hovering her knee against Kristi’s crotch. “Ooooooooo ummm I like the feeling of…” Sybil drove her knee in harder, “aaaaayyy….the feeling of my sister’s cheerleading outfit! And I like feeling like I’m your doll! I like feeling feminine and pretty!” Sybil released her knee, but stayed pressed up against Kristi, high with power from receiving that confession. They remained like that, panting and Sybil was amazed at what an effect that confession had on her. Getting inside Kristi’s mind, exposing her, and making her comply to her every whim was turning out to be such a rush. She realized it may be even more fun than making out with other boys. ...