"Relax, girl, I'm just looking through it." For now, Sarah thought. Gifts Later! "After all, you can tell a lot about a girl by the contents of her purse!"
Oh, no... Jon's chest heaved in its bra. She knew, deep down in her core, that that purse was as much a part of her wardrobe as anything, and everything in it matched her as well as her bra did, or better. Please don't let her find-
"The Stone?" Sarah pulled it out of the purse, looked back to where she'd thought she'd left it, and then looked again. The Stone had evidently warped itself back into Jon's purse. Sarah just chuckled. "Hah. I should've figured." She slipped the Stone back into her own purse, and kept looking. Jon glared at her.
Sarah tutted. "Jon, girlfriend, I hate to say this, but your Purse needs help." Apart from the Stone, the only thing of interest Jon kept in there was a Swiss army knife. The rest was boring: a typical smartphone, a coin purse, a little cash, a card wallet, school IDs... "You don't even have any tampons in here! Here, let me give you mine." And just like that, Sarah pulled some from her own purse, and deposited them in Jon's.
"Sarah, I don't need-! ....OooOOOoooohhhmmmm..." Jon made a noise and then clenched her lips to stifle it as sensation suddenly hit her groin, her lower abdomen, and her womb. It warm, and it was tingly, and Jon didn't want to think about what it meant.
Sarah snickered. "Sweetheart, trust me, I've been a girl all my life. You NEED tampons. And you DON'T need this!" Sarah picked up the Swiss Army Knife, and held it away from her like it was a soiled diaper. "Who do you think you are? Tarzan's Jane? There are SO MANY better things you could be devoting the space in your precious Purse to!" Sarah unceremoniously stuffed the knife into her own purse, into the vacancy left behind by her tampons.
"HEY! That was MINE!" Jon whined. She meant to sound threatening, but her adorable new voice just made it sound kinda cute.
"It's mine now, Jon. Don't worry, I'll make up for it! Like I said, your Purse needs help."
"Sarah-..."
"Here," Sarah interrupted, opening her purse dramatically, "is what Sarah McMillan brings with her to survive a Day Out."
Jon's eyes went wide as she pulled out her first item. "No. No. NO! I don't... Why do YOU need those, Sarah!?"
"They're for Biff!" Sarah chirped in faux-innocence as she dangled the pack of condoms before Jon's eyes. "Boys don't always come prepared, honey~. Get you a good boyfriend, and you'll go through 'em fast." Jon's stomach sank with the condoms as Sarah lowered them into her purse. "Of course, you are single, though... What kind of single lady keeps an entire pack of condoms in her purse, I wonder...?"
"Oh~... OH~.... OOoOOH HAHN~..." Jon couldn't have stopped her cute new voice if she wanted to. The feelings in her lower body were returning, and this time they were more concentrated between her legs, between her lips. She felt her mound, swelling up and becoming puffy and sensitive... She felt her panties growing damp, and cold exposed to the air... and her hymen broke. Jon shuddered in sudden need.
Sarah grinned. "That's just the beginning, honey! You need more!"
Jon just whimpered and twitched against her restraints.
Sarah fished around in her purse and pulled out more. "A hand mirror!" Jon got a hand mirror.
"Mascara! Eyeliner! A hairbrush!" Jon got these things, and she did, her eyes opened up and decorated themselves, and her hair styled itself. She could turn on the boys just by batting her lashes at them.
"Nail polish!" Jon's fingers and his toes curled. Now, they were the same bold red color as his Bra; a Bra that was becoming lacier, more delicate, and more enticing than it had been.
"Lipstick!" Jon had been chewing her lips, but as they grew thick and plump, she stopped. Suddenly they were sticky, painted thickly with makeup. "Actually, I didn't give you any napkins. Kiss this for me real quick?"
Something was held up to Jon's new lips: a paper or a card or something. Jon didn't really care. Instinctively, she knew she had to kiss it or her lipstick wouldn't look right. She gave it a nice, big, succulent smooch. Foundation, blush, all the rest applied itself expertly to her hot, wanting face, and by the time Sarah pulled the card away she looked like a model.
"HA! Gotcha!" Sarah pumped a fist in triumph. Jon didn't know why, until she summoned up the presence of mind to focus on something other her wanting cameltoe, and actually looked at the card Sarah had her.
Then she blanched.
Sarah evidently kept a printed photograph of herself in her purse, because of course she did. On it, she'd written the word "Mistress" in the red of her lipstick. Jon had just kissed it.
"THIS is what I was looking for!" Sarah cackled maniacally. "Geez, Jon, girl, you really are a slut! You're not just sleeping around with the boys, you're bisexual? Crushing on me with all your sapphic, masochistic heart!? Tut, tut, tut... How Naughty!"
Sarah lowered the photo into Jon's Purse. Mistress snapped it shut. Jon's pussy clenched hard, watching her do it.
