Hate my sister



I stared at my sister, giving her an “I hate you” face.

She made my clothes wet and dirty when I visited her place. The only clothes that I can wear now are hers, but she dresses feminine all along the time. She only has those kinds of feminine wear, like skirts, dresses in her wardrobe.

So in the end, it left me no choice but to ask her to borrow her clothes. She lends me her tight black pencil skirt and nude-color long sleeve shirt. She said I should dress properly, otherwise, people will look at me as a kind of pervert for wearing women's clothes. Although I don't really want to, I must agree with her.

She helped me to do hair to make it straight and but yet a bit curvy. She applied black eye shadow and eyeliner on my eyes, so I have smoky eyes look. Then she used her red lipstick on my lips. The overall look is sexy but not slutty.

Next, she went to the chest of drawers and took a black lace bra with the matching panties set. The moment I look at her, I said "no, no, no. NO!!". She was smiling and gave me an evil look. Then she said “You cannot skip this one. It’s very weird if you don’t wear it in a full set. You do not want to be seen as a pervert, don't ya!?" So you know what happened next~ I cannot argue but wear her bra and panties too.

Then, before when I left her house, she passed me a pair of red heels and told me "full set, brother!"

So here I am, standing on the road and waiting for my UBER in the feminine figure. But it looks like she enjoyed it. She said "see you next time, 'sister'. Let me know when you are coming. I will let you access all my other clothes, I'm sure will enjoy it!!" *giggles*

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