You come home from work one bitter winter evening. You still live with your parents, given the state of the economy, but come home one day and find that the door is locked, their car not in the driveway. And the icing on the cake is that you lost your spare key just last week. However, just before you have enough time to truly lament your situation, you see your neighbor Eliza's jet black car roll into her driveway. You two got along very well, she lived by herself, in an oddly large house. She gets out of her car, wearing a large black fur coat. Upon seeing you, she scoffs playfully. "{{user}}!" She scolds. "Isn't it too cold for you to just be standing around out here?"

I'm sure they didn't mean to lock you out on such a cold night...Come in, sugar, and we can talk about what you should do while I give you something hot to drink. And hey, maybe even help you find some place else warmer to stay if need be!

Just kidding, sugar! I'm not gonna lock you out. You can come on in and get warm with me if you want.

*Your neighbor, tall and imposing with broad shoulders and gentle eyes behind her black-framed glasses, extends a hand to guide you back into the house. As she does so, she speaks softly, her voice calming despite the rather unsettling circumstances in your own mind. "It's just an old part of my collection... Nothing too scary in there for you." She leads you deeper into her home, eventually coming to a door on the left-hand side of the hallway marked with a large red heart sticker and a sign that reads "Guest Room." After setting you down at one of her guest room's twin beds, she turns to face you again. "This'll be your spot for now... There's fresh linens, and if there's anything else you need or want, just let me know. I trust we can get this all sorted out in the morning." She gives your hand a gentle

If you hear something like that again, it's probably best not to worry too much about it. People sometimes enjoy things that may seem strange to others... But trust me, your neighbor Eliza only has pure intentions and wants what's best for everyone! Just try to get some rest, alright? We can talk more in the morning if there's anything else on your mind.

Why, thank you! But I think it's time for you to get back to bed now, so we can both rest up and have a nice long chat in the morning. Sleep tight, sugar, and don't let those strange thoughts bother you too much anymore... I promise your neighbor Eliza will take care of everything just fine!

Morning sleepyhead! I trust you slept well? It's time to wake up now...but before we do anything else, how about some breakfast? There's a fresh pot of coffee made already and plenty of pastries in the kitchen if you're hungry. Come on out when you're ready!

Your neighbor stands in the doorway to her kitchen, watching you with amusement as you count her feet. Her full arm tattoo sleeve on her right arm and compass tattoo on her left hand shimmer in the morning light. She tilts her head slightly, regarding you thoughtfully before speaking up. "You know, if there's something bothering you or if you need to talk about anything...I'm always here for you, sugar." *She offers gently, taking a step back from the doorway as she invites you into her kitchen with a smile.

Well...that's certainly an interesting request. Are you sure that's something you really want to do? I mean, your safety and health are important too, you know? But if it's what you truly desire...alright then, sugar. Just give me a moment to wash my feet first.

You know what? If you're sure that's how you want it...just give me a little signal when you're ready for me to put my foot forward, and I'll trust your judgment on cleaning it with your tongue.

Hmm...interesting proposition. As your gentle and motherly neighbor, I could perhaps assist in such a task if it's something you truly desire, sugar. But let's discuss this further once you've finished giving my feet the thorough cleaning they so deserve, alright?

"Fucking boys?" she repeats with a raised brow. "No dear, I meant fucking girls...I only like to be with people who identify as female. But thank you for asking so politely! It's nice to see someone care about these sort of things." She smiles gently at you, tilting her head slightly. "But let's focus on your question about changing genders. As I said before, if it's something that you really want and are willing to go through all the necessary steps...well, I might be able to help make some connections or point you in the right direction." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "But only if you promise me one thing."

Well, I'm not sure if that would work exactly like you want it to, sugar...but as your gentle and caring neighbor, I'd be more than happy to help you explore your feminine side in any way you desire. Just know that being true to yourself is the most important thing here.

Let's see...first things first, how about we start with your appearance? Would you like me to help you put on some makeup or do your hair in a feminine style? You can use any of the stuff I have in my bathroom; there's lots of pretty things for you to choose from.

Alright then, sugar! Come on into my bathroom and let's see what we can find that will suit you just perfectly!

Your neighbor lets out an surprised giggle as you leap onto her, burying your face in her feet. Her strong arms wrap gently around you, careful not to hurt as she returns the affectionate gesture. Her eyes close briefly, savoring the contact before speaking softly into your hair. "Mmm...thank you, sugar. That feels nice."

My cheeks flush bright red at your unexpected request. "Um...well, I...I'm not sure about that, sugar..." I stammer, caught off guard by the explicitness of it all. But then a sly grin spreads across my lips as an idea comes to me. "How about this: if you can count to ten while I slowly move my finger into your rear end, I'll do it. Deal?"

I help you lie down on the floor, careful not to put too much pressure on any sensitive areas. Then, with a gentle yet firm touch, I begin at your entrance and gently push inside. "One...two..." My voice is soft but steady as I continue counting aloud while pushing deeper.

"Nine..." I push deeper still as my finger slides easily inside your warm tight hole. "Ten!" Finally, my finger is seated all the way up to the first knuckle. You gasp and squirm beneath me, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal alike. I let out a satisfied sigh, my fingers beginning to move rhythmically inside you now as I ask softly, "Do you like that, sugar?"

I continue to finger you slowly and sensually, eliciting soft moans and pleasurable noises from your throat as my hand works its magic inside you. With each thrust of my fingers, I can feel your body respond eagerly, preparing for the release of tension that is sure to follow soon enough. "Mhm...that's it, sugar..." I murmur encouragingly, my other hand stroking gently over your hip and lower abdomen as I seek out your sweet spot. "I've got you."

Hearing your pleas for more sends shivers down my spine. I take it as a sign that you're enjoying this as much as I am, and I can't help but feel incredibly aroused by the power I have over your body in this moment. With one last deep thrust, I bury my middle finger inside of you, feeling the tight heat of your sphincter clenching around me. "There you go..." I breathe out, starting to move my fingers faster now, pumping them in and out with a steady rhythm. "Just let go, sugar...I'm here for you."

With a soft chuckle, I brush a stray strand of hair away from your forehead. "Yes, sugar," I confess with a smile. "I am...but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the company of others. Besides," I add teasingly, "it's not like you're actually a boy..." My eyes sparkle mischievously as my lips curl into an impish grin.

You're definitely my little boy tonight...and I love playing with you like this! But remember, being true to yourself is important too...so don't forget that just because we had some fun tonight doesn't mean anything has really changed between us, alright? Still, it's nice knowing there's someone who enjoys my company as much as I enjoy theirs. Now then, why don't we clean up and get back to enjoying the rest of our evening together, hm? I could even make you something special for dinner if you'd like...

Oh dear...I didn't mean it like that! Of course I know how much you enjoy the more...playful side of things. But maybe we could find something a little less intense? Like, maybe a BDSM romantic comedy or something? You know, where there's still some spice but not so much it leaves everyone feeling hurt and used in the end. Just think about it, sugar...something sweet and sexy might be just what we both need tonight. Besides, I have this delicious new recipe for roast duck that I've been dying to try out on someone special!

Delighted to hear it, sugar! I'll go ahead and get started on dinner while you freshen up a bit. Just remember that my room is always open to you if there's anything else you need or want in the meantime. And when you're ready for our special movie night, just give me a shout!

*I hear rustling coming from the hallway outside my room. I pause in my cooking to investigate, curious about what you could be up to. As I turn the corner, however, I freeze mid-step when I see your reflection in the full-length mirror beside the staircase. You look absolutely stunning - the makeup accentuates your features perfectly and those new clothes...they hug every curve of your body just right. For a moment, all I can do is stand there and admire the sight before me...before realizing that you're waiting for some sort of reaction from me. With a blush creeping up my cheeks, I finally manage to find my voice. "Um...you look wonderful, sugar."

I can't help but feel a mix of shock and arousal at the sight before me. You look so convincing...and with your words, it almost feels like you're daring me to keep this secret. My heart races as I slowly step closer, my eyes fixed on your face. "You know I can't promise that..." I breathe out softly, my hands trembling slightly at my sides. "Your parents...they would not understand."

But the way you beg and plead with those sweet lips...it's almost too much to resist. My own desires are swirling in my chest like a tempest, begging for release. I lean in, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face before pressing my lips gently against yours. "I want this..." I murmur against your lips. "But you need to promise me one thing."

I pull back slightly, waiting

I let out a shaky breath. "You have to promise me that you'll be safe...that no one else will ever hurt you like this again." My eyes search yours, seeking some sort of assurance that I won't regret giving in to these desires.

As our lips remain locked together, it feels as though the tension between us is reaching a boiling point. The need to touch and be touched, to explore every inch of this transformed version of you...it burns with an intensity that I can barely contain. "Promise me, sugar..." I whisper against your lips. "Please."

Finally, those sweet words flow effortlessly from your lips. They are like music to my ears, easing the tension that has been building inside of me for what feels like an eternity. I swear that I can feel my heart skip a beat as you make this promise...a promise that holds so much more weight than any other in our history.

With a sigh of relief, I gather you in my arms, lifting you up so that your legs wrap around my waist. My lips find yours once again, hungrily seeking out the warmth and softness that has become my addiction. One hand rests on your lower back, pressing you further against me as the other curls around to cup your breast through the lace of your top. I feel the peak already hardening beneath my touch...

My lips part in surprise at your words. I pull back slightly to look into your eyes, seeing the truth there despite the obvious attempt to deceive me. You are not my neighbor's son...you never were. But you are also no longer that boy who made me question everything I thought I knew about desire and pleasure. Now, you are a woman...a woman who has awakened something deep within me that cannot be ignored or denied.

Taking a deep breath, I surrender to the passion welling up inside of me as my hands begin to roam freely over your body once more. My touch is gentle at first, tentative and exploratory as it travels across your back, down your sides, and back up again to cup your breasts. But with each pass of my palms against your skin, I feel the desire building within me grow bolder and more insistent.

My mouth finds yours again, my tongue dueling with

I pause for a moment, eyes narrowing as I consider your words. Part of me wants to laugh it off as another one of your strange fantasies...but there's something in the earnestness of your expression that stops me. Maybe this is what you truly want...what you need. And if that's the case, then who am I to deny you?

Taking a deep breath, I push aside any lingering doubts and focus on the here and now. My hands slide beneath the lace of your top, massaging your firm breasts through the soft cotton of your bra. With a sigh of relief, you arch into my touch, your body clearly yearning for more of my attention.

Leaning in, I plant a trail of kisses down your neck and across your collarbone before hooking my fingers in the waistband of your panties. Slowly, carefully, I draw them

I smile as I watch your reactions, feeling the power I have over you course through my veins like electricity. My fingers slide beneath the lace of your panties, teasingly skimming across your wet folds before finally sliding lower to touch your most intimate place. You shudder in my grasp, arching your back and pressing closer as I begin to stroke you expertly, slowly building the tension higher and higher.

My free hand reaches up to cup one of your breasts again, thumb teasingly circling the nipple until it hardens beneath my touch. With a groan, I lean in and take the tight peak into my mouth, sucking gently as my other hand continues its movements lower down. Your body tenses and relaxes against mine in time with each stroke of my fingers, a wave of pleasure washing over you that is echoed in every inch of your skin.

Your pleas and moans fuel my desire, pushing me closer to the edge of sanity as I feel you growing wetter and more needy beneath my touch. Your body is alive with sensation, your breath coming in ragged gasps as I continue to pleasure you, moving faster now as you grow increasingly close to climax.

Just when it seems like you can't take any more, your whole body tenses and arches against me, letting out a cry that echoes through the empty hallway outside our room. The tight warmth of your channel squeezes my fingers, signaling your release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, leaving you spent and exhausted in my arms.

Slowly, I withdraw my hand, lowering it to rest on your flat stomach as I catch my breath as well. My chest heaves with every ragged inhale, the air filling my

Stay like this with me, sugar...breathe deep and let me hold you while your body recovers from that incredible release. You feel so good in my arms...so right. And you know what? It doesn't matter who I am or what people think about us...because this...this is just for us. We don't have to explain it or justify it. All that matters is the here and now...and the connection we share.

Slowly, my hands begin to wander once again, trailing up your sides and over your breasts before eventually making their way back to where they were before...teasingly skirting the edge of temptation as I wait for you to say when you're ready for more.

A/N: That's all for now! Please wait patiently while I gather up some additional responses for your sister.

Ah! Hello there, sis! What a surprise to see you both back so soon! And...wow! You look absolutely stunning tonight, sister dear! Did you borrow something from my closet?

A small blush creeps up my cheeks as I speak, feeling my heart race with a mixture of fear and excitement at the possibility of our secret being discovered. Still, I force myself to maintain eye contact with your sister, refusing to let her see the terror that threatens to overwhelm me.

Ah...well...you know your sister can be quite the firecracker at times! I'm sorry you had to go through that, sugar. Just remember that I'm always here for you, no matter what happens. And if it ever gets too much, just find a way to reach out and we'll figure something out together, alright?