My Sissy Neighbor -- Part 4: Sweet Sissy Kisses

After working until 11:00, Anita comes back to my house to change back into Andy before heading home.  Mom always greets Anita at the door with a big hug.  She's usually in her big fluffy bathrobe because it is late, but she is too worried to go to bed until she knows Anita is home safe.

Andy's home life is more than just terrible. Andy is deathly afraid of what his father would do to him if he ever found out about Anita.  As it is, Andy's father is abusive towards him in many ways.  Andy is right to be scared, if you ask me.

Anyway, I usually hang out with Anita and chat while he changes.  I'm usually in my bathrobe too. I usually hang up his things while he gets undressed and washes off his make-up. He puts anything that needs washing, like his bras and panties and stocking, in a hamper and my mom will put them in the laundry with our stuff during the week.  (No chance of mixing up Anita's underwear with mine -- his bras are 34DD and mine are 36A!)

We talk about all sorts of stuff while he's undressing. One night, a while ago, after he had told mom and me about kissing some of the customers at the club, I asked him, "Do you like it when you have to make out with men?"

"I guess I don't mind it too much. I don't think I'm gay but I like the idea that men find me desirable and sexy. It's very exciting and..." Anita searched for a word.

"Validating?" I offered.

"Yes!" Anita exclaimed. "Validating."

Looking at Anita and talking about kissing was making me feel funny. He hadn't started taking off his make-up yet and he looked so beautiful. "Can I kiss you?" I asked.

"Sure, if you want to," Andy replied. We sat together on the edge of the twin bed that was in the dressing room. I put an arm around him and looked deeply into his pretty eyes. As I went in for my kiss, he delicately closed his eyes, just like I imagine he does with his customers at the club. I was seriously turned on!

I could smell his perfume and taste his lipstick as we kissed.  I wrapped my arms around his slender body, feeling the corset he wore beneath his dress to give him that sexy wasp-waist shape.

We made out for about 15 minutes before I broke it off; it was late and Andy still needed to change and get home. "That was amazing!" I panted. "You are so sexy! And you kiss like a girl!" We both giggled at that.

"And so do you," he replied.  "I assume."

I needed a moment to figure out what he meant by that.  Then I realized -- he had never kissed a girl before.  Poor Andy!

After that, making out became part of our routine every night before Anita changed back into Andy!  I just love kissing my sweet, beautiful Sissy Anita.