Nikki's Sissy Spot

When you confess to your female friends that you’ve always wanted to go with them on their shopping trip, did you really expect them to doll you up and drag you to the mall as the girliest of the girls ??? 💖

♡ XoXo Jenny ♡

I know you dream to wear a beautiful dress like this on your "Special Day" 😏

You want to wear white heels, have your hair in a magnificent bridal style... You want to be the beautiful bride Sissy, the one everyone is talking about 🤍

"Sure honey you can wear a T-Shirt and shorts to the festival ! It doesn't have to be dresses all the time you know ...

- I'm so glad you're allowing me to wear something else than skirts !

- Sure sweetie, a girl can be cute and feminine by wearing a tank top too ! 🎀

- Hmm yes, but... ? A girl ? I mean I'd like to wear a comfy outfit for the festival, like short and shirt a man would wear you know ?

- Poor Sissy, who said anything about boy clothes ??? I've already picked up the kind of shorts and t-shirt you'll wear, plus the make-up, the hair... you'll be so damn hot 🔥 You'll see how feminine a short and t shirt outfit can be... 🤍

Now let's do your nails Sweetheart 😏"

You want that to happen to you Sissy don't you ? Reblog so everyone knows 💕

It’s so hot out there… how can men wear jeans and T-shirts ??? How can they not relax wearing only panties and bras ???

Clearly, you absolutely can’t answer that question Sissy… Maybe ‘cause you’ve never really been a man ?

So now relaxing isn’t playing video games and drinking beers… now it’s about reading, sunbathing, chatting with your Girls… All while wearing only frilly panties and cute bras 💖

“Told you we shouldn’t have invited him,” sneered Liz, her feelings obvious.

Steph cast a wary expression Carey’s way. “He’s probably perving on us right now.”

Kayla demurred, easing off, although a bit reluctantly. “No, no, he’s not like that, not really.”

“Then what the fuck does he mean ‘I don’t know,’ Kayla?”

Carey’s fight or flight instincts were screaming. “It’s fine, Kayla, maybe I should leave…” It had all been going pretty well, everyone had been having fun, until they started talking about their crushes. Kayla, Carey’s best friend, had asked him knowingly about his crush, after each of the girls had talked about their boyfriend or some guy they’d been interested in lately. Carey had bashfully tried to avoid the question, and just like that, record scratch, the fun was over.

Liz and Steph had been very skeptical about Carey being invited to their semi-regular girls’ night, to put it lightly.

Kayla put down her glass of Sauvignon Blanc, casting a look at Carey.

“You’re not going anywhere, bestie. Just tell them. It’s fine.”

“No, there’s really nothing…”

Kayla cut him off abruptly. “Are you tucked right now?”

Carey looked at her like he’d been struck with a lightning bolt. “Kayla!” He seemed on the verge of tears.

Liz tentatively repeated a key, but unfamiliar word. “Tucked?”

Kayla widened her eyes in Carey’s direction. “Show them. He’s safe,” she added, glancing back to Liz and Steph. “Show them.”

“Show them? I’m leaving, this is crazy.” Carey got up.

“Sweetie, these are my friends. Do you trust me? Then show them. They’ll see that you belong.”

“Yeah, show us, it’s fine,” Steph added, not knowing what tucked meant but picking up on the vibe.

Tears glistening in his eyes, Carey stood there for several tense seconds. “You better promise they’re not gonna laugh at me, Kayla,” he said, voice quivering.

“It’s fine. They need to know I didn’t invite you here by accident.”

Carey took a deep breath, exhausted and full of resignation. He slowly lowered his jeans to reveal baby smooth legs… and a tasteful pair of pale baby pink panties with demure lacy detailing around the legs. There was no sign of a penis.

“What… where… ?” Liz started, but Kayla cut her off immediately.

“He tucks it away every day. Always wears panties. He hates having it. He’s not a boy, not really. He’s one of us.”

Tears started flowing down Carey’s face. He pulled up his pants and turned to leave again.

“It’s okay, honey, no one’s laughing,” Kayla said with a genuine sisterly kindness that didn’t ring false to anyone in the room.

“So you’re… does he, like…” Steph tripped over her words. “You’re not into girls… are you?”

Kayla got up, made her way to Carey, who was still facing away from the group, towards the door, put her arms around his shoulders and physically turned him back towards the couch. She topped off his wine glass and returned to her own seat.

“Carey’s crush is Logan,” she said in a low but excited tone.

Liz nearly jumped up in her seat. “Oh. My. God! From accounting?!”

“YES!” Kayla screamed.

Steph’s jaw was on the floor. “He’s so quiet, but gorgeous! You’ve got some good taste, Carey! Have you talked to him?”

Carey nervously sat down. “Um, well… so, he was like, waiting at the elevator the other day and he told me he liked my shoes…”

Steph almost cut him off, she was so excited. “I can’t believe how cute this is!” she practically squealed.

Carey grinned, almost involuntarily.

Kayla mirrored his expression. “But I keep telling Carey, he might not know you’re gay, so we’ve got to femme you up a little.”

“Manicure!” Steph shouted.

“Oooh, Carey, you’d look so cute with this subtle coral I have, let me go get it…”

“And have you tried a little bit of super light foundation? Just a little, I promise!”

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