CJ/Cady: Farm Sissy

The soft hum of a brush gliding over Cady's skin filled the quiet of her room. She stood in front of the vanity mirror, dressed only in a delicate lace bra and matching underwear that hugged her curvier hips perfectly. The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, bathing her in a golden glow as she worked.

Cady tilted her head, the long waves of her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as she studied her reflection. Her lashes fluttered with each stroke of the mascara wand, framing her sparkling blue eyes. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, giving her a soft, radiant glow, and her lips glistened with a shiny pink gloss that made them look even fuller.

Her movements were slow and deliberate, every stroke and dab bringing her closer to perfection. She let out a small, contented sigh, her free hand brushing over her soft, smooth thighs as she admired her reflection.

The door creaked open behind her, breaking the moment. Cady gasped softly, her hand freezing mid-air as she turned to see Aiden standing in the doorway, his hand still on the doorknob. His green eyes widened, locking onto her.

"Whoa—uh, sorry," Aiden stammered, his gaze flicking over her before he quickly looked away. "Didn't know you were, uh... busy."

Cady's cheeks flushed, but instead of the panic she expected, a different feeling bloomed in her chest—a warm, heady thrill. The part of her mind that wanted to tell him to leave, to cover herself, was drowned out by a stronger, bolder urge.

"It's fine," she said, her voice light and airy.   "I was just finishing up."

She turned back to the mirror, her lashes fluttering as she leaned in to adjust the line of her eyeliner. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Aiden hesitate in the doorway, his hand lingering on the frame.

"You can totally stay if you want," she added, her voice laced with a playful lilt. "Doesn't bother me."

Aiden cleared his throat, stepping further into the room. "Didn't mean to interrupt," he said, his tone casual, but his eyes betrayed him as they lingered on her.

Cady smirked, picking up her blush brush and dusting it lightly over her cheeks. "You're not interrupting," she said, her voice softening. She glanced at him in the mirror, her lips curving into a subtle smile. "Unless, of course, you're distracted."

Aiden raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "Distracted? Nah, I'm just, uh, curious. Takes a lot of work to look like that?"

Cady giggled. "It's not work," she said, her tone playful. "It's fun."

Cady turned slowly on the stool at her vanity, the soft glow of the lamp casting her in warm, golden light. Her silk underwear clung to her curves, accentuating every inch of her transformed body. Her chest, full and heavy, rose and fell with each breath, and the matching satin of her panties sat snug on her hips, highlighting her hourglass silhouette. She caught Aiden's eyes, standing frozen in the doorway, and felt a rush of electricity shoot through her veins.

For a moment, she hesitated, but then something primal and exhilarating took over. She straightened her back, letting her shoulders fall naturally to emphasize the swell of her chest, her glossy lips curving into a faint, inviting smile. Her heart raced as she saw Aiden's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his gaze locked on her like she was the only thing in the world.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked softly, her voice lilting and sweet, barely above a whisper but filled with undeniable confidence.

The rush of saying it, of baring herself to him not just physically but emotionally, made her tremble with anticipation. She wanted him to look, to see her not just as the girl she'd become, but as something undeniably his. She leaned slightly forward, her chest pushing forward just enough to tease, her fingertips tracing the edge of the vanity for balance as her golden waves spilled over her bare shoulders.