The Patna Hotel That Made Me a Pretty Bottom


My hands shook as I slipped it over my head. The soft fabric whispered against my nipples and stomach. It felt… incredible. Feminine. Slutty. Raj handed me matching pink lace panties. I stepped into them, pulling them up so the waistband framed my still-hard cock and the back disappeared between my cheeks.
Raj whistled. “Fuck, look at yourself.”


He turned me toward the full-length mirror. I stared. A flushed, messy-haired boy in delicate pink lingerie stared back. My cock tented the front obscenely, a wet spot already forming. My ass looked round and inviting under the short hem. I felt a rush of heat between my legs.
“Say it,” Raj whispered in my ear, pressing his spent cock against my lace-covered ass. “Tell the mirror who you are now.”


I swallowed, voice soft and breathy. “I’m… I’m your sassy little girl. Your pretty bottom slut
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