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Chapter 6

"Are you serious, Kate? You want me in that? "

My stomach had dropped as my manhood had risen just from looking at the frilly, ruffled dress that was laid out on the bed. I looked up at her in shock. I expected to see the same apologetic expression she had given me when she had thrown my underwear away. Instead, she was frowning, arms crossed.

"Yes, I do," she said firmly.

"But it's so…" I waved my hand in the air, looking for the right word.

"Girly?" she offered, raising her eyebrows. "Isn't that what you like?"

"Yeah, but, this is… something else."

I'd barely come to terms with the fact that she knew I liked lingerie. I still worried that all of this was a front, that she was putting it on. The other shoe had to drop soon, right? Maybe she was going to put me in this thing and then leave me when she saw how ridiculous I looked in it.

I stared down at it, the pink and purple layers waggling at me lasciviously. The dress was beautiful; the skirt made from cascading tiers of ruffles and lace, punctuated with large satin bows. The neckline was low and square, the ruffled flutter sleeves dripping with ribbons. A matching headband with a large floppy bow lay next to it.

"It's perfect for my Rose," she said with a knowing smile. "I think I know her well enough to know this is exactly what she likes to wear."

"I'm not Rose right now," I said.

"But isn't being Rose so much more fun? Look at the pretty things you get to wear!"

"Damnit, Kate!" I could feel anger billowing up inside of me, and the intensity of it surprised me. "I'm your boyfriend!"

"You don't have to be all the time," she said, looking almost hurt.

"What does that mean?" I snapped.

"Nothing!" she said quickly. "It just — I like you as Rose. I want you as Rose."

"You don't want me as Reed?"

"I mean, I do. I love you, Reed, I really do," she said, dropping her eyes to the floor. "But I also really like you when you're all dressed up as — as —"

"As what, Kate? Your girlfriend?"

"No!" she cried, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. "As my sissy! "

My heart was thundering. My hands were shaking.

"Your what? " I asked thinly.

"I… I looked it up online," she answered meekly, pinching some of the dress' chiffon layers between her fingers. "There are a lot of people into this kind of thing, honey. You're not the only one."

"I know," I sighed, trying to figure out why this was upsetting me so much. "I guess I'm just surprised to see you get so excited about it."

"Me too," she admitted, her voice growing stronger as she started to explain. "I didn't think this would turn me on so much. But seeing you in those panties… I really like the person I become when you wear them."

I stared at her, mind racing. I had always wanted this. Why was it making me so upset to get it?

"So I started thinking about it. About getting to be in charge and boss you around… And it really gets me going, Reed! It — It —"

"It what, Kate?"

"It's what I want all the time!" she finally cried, voice rising. "I want you as Rose all the time! I want you to be a full-time sissy slut for me!"

I had fantasized about that more than once. Stroking myself in her panties, wishing for her to take me and break me, dress me up and use me like a girl.

So why was it so hard for me to just say yes ?

"You don't want me anymore?" I asked, the rage disappearing, making way for hurt.

"You are Rose. Deep down. Isn't this what you always wanted?"

"No!" I lied, the truth too hard to admit.

"You don't want the dresses?" she asked, gesturing towards the pile of frills on the bed. "The lingerie? You don't like it when I tell you how pretty I think you are?"

I balked. She knew me, knew what I wanted, but every word stung me.

"Stop it, Kate."

She was circling the bed, drawing closer to me.

"You don't want me to tell how pretty I think you are all the time?"

"No, Kate —" I said, voice cracking.

"Don't you want me to hold you down and have my way with you?"

"Damn it, Kate, stop —" I objected, staring at her with wide eyes as she draped her arms around the back of my neck.

"Don't you want me to make you squeal while you wear your pretty little dress?"

I closed my eyes and inhaled, breathing in her scent. If she knew me this well, how was I supposed to object? Why was it so hard to admit it?

"Will you still love me if I say yes?" I managed, screwing my eyes shut.

"Oh, honey," she replied, her tone soft and warm and comforting. "Of course. I could never stop. Be my Reed or my Rose, I just want you. "

I opened my eyes and found her smiling sadly at me. She knew every part of me, even my deepest desires. And here she was, offering me exactly what I had fantasized about ever since I had seen Belle's gown in Beauty and the Beast. Offering to dress me and love me while I wore skirts and frills. To take me, use me, control me.

To be her sissy.

My heart was racing. I tasted metal.

"Yes, Kate, I want that. All of that."

Her face split into a broad grin. She squeezed my shoulders, then pulled me to her in a tight embrace. Somehow, I managed to keep myself from crying.

"Then be Rose for me. Be the sissy girl you're supposed to be. Be my sissy girl."

"For a week, Kate. Okay? For a week."

Anything more would be too much. I could only take one step at a time.

"A week works."

"And then we'll talk, right?" I asked, pulling far enough out of her embrace to look in her eyes.

"We'll talk. But you're never going to want to go back."