With a quick goodbye to his "new daddy", Jon allowed Sarah to drag him by the arm through the maze of the mansion to Sarah's room. It was huge, bigger than Jon's parents' room, with a makeup table, a desk with a pink laptop on it, two doors Jon guessed were for the bathroom and closet, a king-sized bed decked out in girly pink comforter and pillows, and literally a whole wall for a TV and speakers. It was classy, minimalist, and big. Wide spaces were left open, with nothing but marble tile floor Jon's heels tapped on as he walked. The wall behind the bed was a window of smoked glass overlooking the backyard: a whole field of grass as far as the eye could see. It was like the bedroom of a princess.
The princess in question urged Jon to sit on the bed. He carefully lifted his skirt as he sat to keep from sitting on it and tightly pressed his knees together. Aside from a programmed defense of his feminine attire, he knew how important it was to maintain his cover. He looked girly enough, but if Sarah caught a glimpse of his panties, she might see a telling bulge in it--though, admittedly not a very big one at this point.
"I always wanted to have a baby sister," Sarah said, facing him. She stood with her breasts at Jon's eye-level. "Someone I could dress up like a little doll and tell all of my darkest, filthiest secrets."
Jon had to force his gaze away from her breasts and up to her eyes. Damn, Sarah was sexy. He could almost forgive the girl stuff if it meant getting to hear her filthy secrets. More pre-cum soaked into his panties.
Actually, in a strange way, things were better off with the girl stuff because Sarah didn't have her guard up. She didn't treat Jon like Jon, and if she did, that would ruin it. Treating Jon as a sister she could confide in allowed him to see a side of her he typically wouldn't. "I look forward to it," he said, his automatic sweet smile helping to sell the sincerity of the comment.
"You are so cute!" Sarah reached out and cupped his cheek, lightly squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger in imitation of an enthusiastic grandmother pinching a young child's cheek. Her fingers were warm and smelled nice.
Jon blushed, looking sidelong at her hand. It was impossible not to look at her breasts in the process. His panties got wetter.
If only it were on the table for Jon to kiss her. She was so hot. He licked his smiling lips and looked at Sarah's shiny, pink lips, imagining the two of them kissing.
Sarah broke the spell by moving her hand away. "So, Linda, was it? Tell me about yourself. What do you like to do for fun?"
"Oh, um..." Jon's blush deepened as his mind went dirty places. He wanted to 'do' Sarah for fun but knew she wouldn't be receptive to that as he was. He tried to recall his secret identity persona but nothing was coming. All he could do was try not to stare at any of Sarah's attractive parts as he imagined what they felt like. "I like..." Girls. Watching girls. Kissing girls. Doing girls. "...Boys? I mean, you know, watching boys. Kissing boys. Doing boys. That's pretty much my main interest, uh, because I'm a girl."
Sarah blinked, staring at him in surprise. For a moment, Jon was afraid he'd said something horribly wrong, but then a grin spread across her face. Throwing back her head, she laughed uproariously, causing her breasts to distractingly jiggle in front of his face. "Oh, Linda, you're a slut after my own heart! And here I thought you might be a prude with the whole innocent virgin act you've got going on. Good to know you're just as hungry for cock as any of my friends."
"What? No! I mean, uh..." Jon hadn't thought about it, but girls didn't just talk openly about boys the way boys talked about girls. Maybe it was a double standard, but girls who did openly lust after boys weren't just girls; they were sluts. In trying to fake being a girl, Jon accidentally suggested he was a very particular type of girl: a slutty girl. The fact that Sarah, a girl he was into, thought that he was 'hungry for cock' made it ten times worse.
"It's okay, Linda." Sarah giggled. "Your secret's safe with me. No one else will know what a sluuut you are."
Jon forced himself to giggle along.
