The Making of A Sissy Part 7

As Sandy pulled into the drive of Aunt Jane’ s house, Tara turned from the front passenger seat and eyed the forlorn looking sissy seated centrally between her two sisters with some satisfaction.

“It’s a good thing your friend can stay with you tonight to console you; of course I’d have done the same if she were not staying.” She and the sisters who sandwiched Bella, all sniggered sarcastically at the sheer comedy of the thought. Bella maintained a look of hopeless nonchalance as she gazed aimlessly through the window as Sandy applied the handbrake. The sisters alighted from the vehicle with barely a gesture of thanks to their driver, and strutted round to the front door. Bella and sandy smiled at each other with relief and followed on after Bella had retrieved the sister’s beach gear, as was one of the duties expected of her. Sandy was treated to a coffee and a chat with Jane, while Bella loaded the washing machine with everyone’s swimwear; she was allowed to eat with the others and then given permission to disappear to her room with Sandy.

The two embraced and giggled as soon as the door was closed behind them. Bella then retrieved the phone from its hiding place and set it on the wooden bedside table, so that its buzz would be audible if anyone called. The two stripped off and squeezed into the shower together; their salty bodies in need of refreshing. This was a thrill in itself for Bella, as she had not seen another t-girl in the flesh; she had managed to find a few on the sisters’ computer on the odd occasion she had found herself alone with it for a moment or two, but having a like person near her filled her with a sense of belonging for the first time; she now had living proof she was not unique, and Sandy was full of self-confidence; proud to be just the way she was. Sandy smiled as she noticed Bella gazing down her cock whilst she shampooed.

“Mine’s bigger than yours!” She joked, making Bella blush at the realisation that she had been staring rudely.