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Chapter 7

I couldn't silence the nagging doubts in the back of my head. Did she really want me to be a full-time sissy for her? Was I really considering becoming Rose? Was that even something that I wanted? Sure, the dresses were pretty and the lingerie gave me a funny, warm feeling every time I put it on. But I was Reed Hancock, damn it! Her boyfriend. How could I give all that up?

I had spent the week alternately thrilled and gut-wrenchingly anxious about our arrangement. The closer we reached the end of our little trial period, the more my fears mounted. We would have to decide, and something told me that we couldn't put this genie back in the bottle. Either Kate was going to have me as Rose, or she wasn't going to have me at all.

We'd had sex every single day — sometimes more than once. The second I put on a dress in the morning, Kate seemed insatiable. She shoved me against walls and rubbed me through my panties while I stuck my hand in hers until she had a screaming orgasm. She'd stop me in the middle of my chores, wrench down my panties, and suck me until I was a split second away from climax. Every time, she'd give me a long, deep kiss. And every night before we went to sleep, she'd ride my face until she came so hard she shook the bed.

But I had only cum once.

"Do you like your pretty dresses?" she had asked one afternoon as her hands found my panties through the layers of silk and lace that made up my dress and petticoats. "Do they make you feel like a nice, pretty sissy?"

"Yes," I said, breath catching as the anxiety of admitting that overwhelmed me. "But I'm not nice, Kate. I'm your slut."

"You do make a very slutty sissy," she grinned, and I twitched in her hands. "And you've done such a good job the last few days. Would you like a reward?"

"Oh god, yes," I moaned.

She hadn't waited for a response before pulling my cock free of its satin confines and stroking me. She was grinning at me aggressively, her other hand draped over my shoulder.

"Has this been a good week so far?" she asked.

"Yeah, I've — I've enjoyed it," I said, struggling to find words as she played with me.

"What have you liked about it?"

"The clothes, the dresses."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, her tone making it clear she was looking for more.

"Yeah. They make me feel — nice," I gasped as she changed her angled, sliding satin along the underside of my shaft.

"Is that all?" she pouted.

"Pretty. I feel pretty and… sexy when I wear them."

Saying the words made my cock twitch.

"You look pretty and sexy in them, too."

"Is that why you can't keep your hands off me?" I grinned.

I felt something warm bubble up in my chest. I let out a long moan of pleasure. She actually did want me like this. Dressed in frills, ready to give myself to her whenever she wanted. The idea made me shiver.

"I love you like this," she breathed, looking at me intently. "I only want you like this."

"I like it too, Kate, but —"

"Shut up, Rose, and cum for me."

I did, exploding in my panties, filling them with thick ropes of cum. Kate stroked me through all of it, even when my moans turned into cries and I bounced and bucked against her. When she finally let me go, I all but collapsed, breathing heavily.

"Seems like you want it too," she whispered.

I was too spent to answer.

I spent the rest of the week playing her words over and over in my head. What if I did say yes? It seemed like she really meant it — that she wanted Rose more than she wanted Reed. Was I ready to give that part of myself up? Deep down inside, in a place I had never let myself go, I wanted it too.

Rose was the part of Reed I'd never let myself have. And now the woman I loved wanted me to have Rose and more. All I had to do was say yes.

All I had to do was give up myself for her.