A Simple Life: Chapter 184

After we share a good long cuddle, with me as a very happy little spoon of course, the pair of us wash up. In a cold shower Winona cages my twice spent member. Between the chilly water and the recent milking my pretty pink cage is downright roomy around my shrunken clitty. We then dry each other off, each of spending a bit more time than necessary on our favorite parts. After a smooch Winona and a grope she leaves me to continue admiring myself in her hand mirror while she heads out to read over her preparations for tonight’s game. I just loved how cute I looked with my cage on. Not only did the lovely pink shell keep me all nice and tucked in the ring holding it on held my smooth shaven balls in a tight little bundle. Combined with my petite frame and lithe physique it just looked so right. And, like before, it made me feel all tingly both inside and out at the thought of Winona being the one the hold my key. She already possessed my heart, it was only proper she owned my dick as well.

“Done ogling yourself?” Winona quips without looking up from one her game books as I step out the washroom.

I raise my chin haughtily. “I was n-not ogling. I was just…lookin.”

She chuckles. “If I looked like you I’d never leave the mirror. I’d be fapping day and night.”

“A masturbating N-Narcissus?”

“Exactly.” She says. “I bet that’s what happened to him. He was just too damn fine and couldn’t stop jerkin.”

“Pff!”

With a giggle I prance to the dresser and get myself into my green panties, specifically the green ones as it seemed the best for my character Althea which I would be soon dressing up as. I slip into a robe and plop down in front of the love seat. With a breeze wafting through and country music playing softly in the background Winona preps as I wrestle with our kitten. Brutus was a fun distraction and one that I quite needed as I found my thoughts continually drifting to wondering what Grandpa had found out today. I made him promise to wait until tomorrow so that I could enjoy tonight, and I’m glad I did, but I could not help but wonder.

“Grandpa m-might know who my father is.” I say, surprising even myself that I’d broken our silence.

There’s a pause before Winona says. “Oh?”

“He said he’d tell me tomorrow if he f-found anything out.” I say. “I thought you should know b-before we head down there tomorrow. I’m, um, I’m n-not sure how I’ll react.”

“I bet. That’s some heavy shit.” She says, her voice low and warm.

“It kinda doesn’t change anything, but…”

“…it kinda changes everything too.”

“Yeah.”

“I get it. If you want you go talk to him now…”

“No!” I shake my head. “No. I just want to have some f-fun tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan, Sprout.” She says. “Get your butt over here so I can hug ya.”

Scooping up Brutus I head over to receive my hug. Kissing my cheek she whispers. “Thank you for telling me.” Cupping my cheek in her hand she looks into my eyes. “It’s going to be okay, baby.”

With a smile I whisper back. “Thank you.” As she returns to her books I lift Brutus high in the air and look up at him fearlessly continuing to wrestle with my hand, seemingly oblivious at the long fall below him if his ‘opponent’ ever decided to let go. “You know, Brutus and I are k-kinda the same.”

“Snack-sized?”

“Pfff! No.” I giggle. “I mean he doesn’t know who his dad is either.”

“Ah, it’s probably just some skanky old Tom out there whoring around.”

“His dad or mine?”

“Avery!” She laughs. “His. I mean, could be both. Who knows. But lets not judge the man before we know anything.”

“Yeah.” Bringing him down I cradle him and continue playing with him with my fingers. “Funny I never saw him around. B-Brutus’ papa I mean.”

“Maybe fucked off to town. Or maybe a fox got’im. Or the highway.” She claps her hands. “Splat!”

“Winona!” I cover Brutus’ teeny furry ears. “That’s his dad!”

She chuckles. “Sorry.”

After a bit more chilling out it was at last time for the costumes! We talk a bit about whether to dress up here or to take our costumes with us and change at the apartment and quickly come to the conclusion that we’d do it here. Not only would that mean more time in our outfits but driving through town as a couple of fantasy characters were sure to get us some looks, which could be fun in itself. It was incredible to me just how brave I’d become. Just a week and a half ago I would have rather lose a finger than step out in public dressed as a woman, and this would my second time today!

First we do Winona. With a picture of Urbosa blown up on her computer screen we gather the costume pieces we’d picked up at the thrift store and lay them out on the table. When she brings her make up kit she sets it down too and sits down, an excited grin on her face.

“You do me and I’ll do you.” She says.

“Do we have t-time for that?” I glance to the bed.

“Ha!” She guffaws with a slap to her knee. “I mean the makeup, you insatiable slut.”

“Ohhh!”

“He he he!” Leaning back in the chair she closes her eyes and relaxes her features. “I am in your hands, my love.”

“Oh! Cool.” I had no idea we were doing this, but damn if it didn’t sound fun. I hurry forward, push her knees closer together, then straddle them and sit down. When she smirks at my choice of seat I tap the corner of her lips. “No smiling.”

“Right!”

I give her smooch, causing a full blown grin. “No smiling!

“Stop that.” She laughs and pinches my tummy.

“He he he.”

Before me Winona’s beautiful face becomes my canvas. Looking back and forth between the screen and Winona’s I do my best to recreate the look. Layer by layer, bit by bit, I lean in close, actually resting my body into hers, and transform my girlfriend. With my eye for color the palate is nearly perfect and not being the novice I once was I am actually able to do pretty darn good job. It helped that the character design was so bold. I am nearly done when my cage brushes against something nearly as hard as it was.

“And what’s this?” I tap her erection. “Your s-sword?”

She does her best to hold back her grin. “Something like that.

“You’ll have to be careful.” I titter. “The skirt isn’t as concealing as most you wear. Maybe you should have worn a c-cage too.”

“Over my dead body!”

I giggle. “I guess every bit d-doesn’t have to be the same.”

She opens her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Um, I w-was just saying…”

“Urbosa has a cock.” She says without a hint of humor in her voice.

“She does?”

“Yes. She’s a woman like me, Avery.”

“Oh. I-I didn’t know.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Uh…”

“Well, probably not officially. But in my head cannon she is.” She sighs, her eyes drifting to the screen. “I used to really believe that when the game first came out. I remember seeing her the first time and I thought for sure I’d found another woman like me. I thought it was the coolest thing I’d ever seen. I played through her parts an ungodly amount of times. Russell used to groan, ‘this part again!?’. But, I mean, just look at her! She’s gotta be packing. Right?”

“I think so.” I say. “Yeah, totally. Totally! I see it now. She is like you!”

“You’re humoring me, Sprout.” She smiles too and wraps me up in a hug. “And I love you for it. Please don’t stop.” Leaning back she closes her eyes again and returns her face to neutral. “Go on.”

I return to putting the finishing touches on Winona, feeling blessed to have seen this little facet of Winona’s beliefs. I had no idea that this character meant so much to her. But I knew it now and I started to wonder…had Winona EVER met another woman like her? Had she ever even seen another in fiction? No wonder she’d felt such a connection with this character! She might have said that I was humoring her but she was wrong. To my eyes Urbosa was, is and would forever be a woman like Winona and nobody on Earth could tell me otherwise.

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