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 Author: Cheerleader Fan
Title: Cousin's Closet ch2: Training Day
Summary: Jenny continues preparing Adam for the next day's activities.
Keywords: tg cd teen nosex

   Cousin's Closet Chapter 2: Training Day

   I'd just finished with my shower, turned off the knob and reached out to
grab a towel so I could dry off.  I patted down my body a few times then
started drying my medium length brown hair.  Considering what Jenny and I
were going to do the next day I was glad I'd grown my hair long over the
past couple of years.  Finished drying off I tossed the towel into the
hamper and found the pile of clothes my cousin had so kindly gotten for me
while I was showering.  Sitting on top of the pile were the orange panties
she suggested I wear.

   I picked up the panties and rubbed them gently between my fingertips. 
They were much softer than my boxers and I was eager to wear them.  They'd
be Jenny's and my little secret.  Aunt Stacy and uncle Mark wouldn't know I
was wearing them, but I would.  And so would Jenny.  That excited me quite
a bit.  I stepped into the panties and pulled them up.  They clung to my
ass like someone was holding me.  I really liked the feel.  The front panel
also had plenty of room for my junk, but being a late bloomer it didn't
need much material to do so.  Usually that bothered me, but since Jenny
told me that I was a girl for the next two weeks I didn't really mind
having a below average penis right now.  Girls don't have dicks, right?

   After I was happy with the positioning of my panties, (heh, my panties,
I like the sound of that) I took a look at what Jenny had grabbed for me.
Just a T shirt and shorts.  Nice and simple.  I stepped into the shorts,
pulled them up and buttoned them.  Then I pulled the T shirt over my head
and exited the bathroom.

   Jenny was there and told me that her parents had gotten back while I was
in the shower.  Then she stepped up close to me, tugged on the side of my
shorts and peeked down.  "Good girl," she said satisfied that I had
followed her instructions.  "I think we should go on down to the rec room
in the basement and play some video games.  I have an old Xbox down there.
That way we can have some privacy so we can work on your voice some more."

   "Sounds good to me," I replied "but can we get something to eat first?
I'm starving."

   "Sure."

   --

   After grabbing a quick bite to eat in the kitchen and catching up with
aunt Stacy and uncle Mark Jenny and I headed down to the basement.  Jenny
dropped herself on the couch, her perky tits bounced slightly as she landed
and she turned on the TV.

   "What do you want to play?" she inquired.

   I took a look over the games she had and chose Guilty Gear.  I love that
game.  I put it into the Xbox and grabbed the controller Jenny offered me.
The game fired up and we chose versus.  Jenny chose Johnny while I
instantly selected Bridget.

   "Nice choice," she giggled.  "I'm not in the least bit surprised."

   "Hey, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be a pretty little boy, is
there?" I asked with a laugh of my own.

   "No, I suppose not," Jenny replied, "but I think pretty little GIRLS are
more socially accepted here in the states.  Time to practice that voice."

   So we played Guilty Gear, for a number of hours.  All the while Jenny
gave me pointers as we fought each other.  I stuck with Bridget the whole
time while Jenny bounced from character to character.  When she won she'd
brag and taunt and when I did I gave her the same treatment.  Since I beat
her about two times to one Jenny was on the receiving end of the taunting
more often than me.  It was almost ridiculous hearing myself ribbing her in
my best girlish falsetto, but on her insistence I continued practicing.

   It was about 5:30PM when we heard the door at the stairs open and aunt
Stacy called down to us.  "Kids, we're going out to eat, do you want to
come?"

   "What do you think?" Jenny asked me quietly.  "Do you want to grab a
bite to eat or play dress up a little more?"

   "There'll be plenty of time for that when your parents are gone this
weekend.  I say we get some chow."

   "Where you going mom?" Jenny yelled up the stairs.

   "Not sure yet.  Probably seafood."

   I nodded eagerly to Jenny.  I love seafood.

   "OK mom, we'll go," Jenny said as she got up from the couch and turned
off the TV as she did so.  I followed Jenny's lead and killed the Xbox
before getting to my feet myself and we both headed upstairs.

   --

   After a delicious dinner we went out for sundaes then wandered the
seaside for a while.  The whole time I was out in public I experienced a
naughty thrill knowing that I was wearing girls panties under my shorts.  I
was glad Jenny had picked out one of my longer T shirts because there was a
slight wind and it blew our clothes around a bit.  I didn't want anyone
seeing a flash of orange around my waist.  I liked the wind though because
Jenny was wearing a skirt very similar to the one I had worn that morning
and every now and then the wind blew her skirt high and I caught glimpses
of her shapely thighs when it did.

   After one such gust Jenny caught me gawking and whispered in my ear "You
are a sicko!  Peeking at your own cousin like that."

   I turned and whispered back into Jenny's ear "You ever think that maybe
I'm admiring your skirt?"

   "Good save," she whispered back.  "I'm going to allow it.  But either
way you're still a little weird." We both broke out in laughter at that.

   "You kids about ready to head back home?" uncle Mark asked.  "It's
getting late."

   "Yeah, OK," Jenny responded.  "It has been a long day, right Adam?" We
shared knowing glances and burst out in laughter all over again.

   "I don't know about you kids these days," uncle Mark said shaking his
head.  We wandered back to the car as it was getting dark and when we piled
inside of it uncle Mark started it.  I checked the time on the radio.  It
was a little after 9PM.  The drive home was uneventful and we got in
somewhere around 9:40.

   As we walked inside the house aunt Stacy spoke.  "Dad and I are headed
to bed.  Don't stay up too late, OK?"

   "I won't mom," Jenny said, then she turned to me.  "Come on up to my
room, I have something to show you."

   "Kay, Jenny," I said and followed her up to her room.

   As soon as we entered Jenny closed the door and locked it.  As she did
that she called over her shoulder.  "You've got what, ten, twelve more days
here, right?"

   "Yeah, about that." I answered.  "Why?"

   "Come over here," Jenny said as she walked to her dresser.  She grabbed
an empty opaque plastic bag from some clothing store or another and pulled
her panty drawer open.  "You're taking another five pairs of panties," she
said matter-of-factly.  "I'll leave it up to you which ones.  Choose
wisely." I rummaged through her drawer for a few minutes searching for what
I thought I'd like.  I chose three cotton pairs, one purple, another one
pink and a third a pale green and white plaid.  The fourth one I grabbed
was a charcoal gray thong.  The front looked large enough to contain me so
I fished around for the last pair.  I found them at last; a cream colored
silk pair with black lace trim and detailing.

   "Ohh, nice choice," Jenny said when she saw my last selection.  "Now I'm
giving you five for a reason," she went on.  "A girl should know how to
wash her own lingerie, so at some point in the next two weeks you'll have
to do that at least once." She then took the panties from me and stuffed
them into the bag.  "I'm just being precautious with the bag," she told me.
"I'm sure my parents are fucking by now." I laughed when she said that. 
"Oh I'm not even kidding.  They're all the way down the hall, but I hear
them some nights.  Dad must know what he's doing is all I'll say about
that. Anyway, take these down to the guest room and stash them someplace
safe.  When you're done come on back up and we'll talk."

   I nodded and left Jenny's room.  I walked down the stairs, through the
dining room and into the guest bedroom where I stayed whenever I visited
and opened the closet.  I reached up and stashed the bag in a box that was
on a shelf behind the wall away from the closet door.  Then I went back
upstairs to Jenny's room.

   When I opened the door and walked back in Jenny was holding a pair of
heels and the pair I was wearing earlier were sitting on her computer
chair. "I think it's been long enough," Jenny said.  "If my parents aren't
sleeping yet they're busy doing something else." Jenny motioned to the door
and we both left her room.  She closed the door and locked it with a key
then we quietly headed down the stairs and out of the house.  Jenny sat on
one of the chairs on the porch and removed her sneakers and socks.  I took
off my own and started fitting the heels I'd brought down.  Jenny had hers
on in no time and started helping me with mine.

   When I was finally ready I stood up and the two of us stepped off of the
porch then walked towards the road.  Jenny lived in a quiet neighborhood
and it was after 10 by now so there was no one else outside.  We wandered
the neighborhood for an hour or two and by the time we were back on Jenny's
road and nearly home I was walking as naturally as if I'd been barefoot. 
The conversation we had while walking was mostly Jenny telling me her plans
for tomorrow and going over some of the things she wanted me to do.  It all
seemed very reasonable and as we approached her porch I was wishing it was
the next day already.

   We sat back down on the chairs on the porch and took off our heels.  I
was surprised by how little my feet hurt.  I assumed that walking in heels
for any length of time would kill me, but I was fine, really.  Jenny took
them from me and we both walked inside.  We said our goodnights and parted
ways in the dining room.  I headed for the guest room and Jenny went on
upstairs.

   It was a pretty long day so as soon as I got into my room I stripped
down to my panties and pulled on a pair of shorts just in case Aunt Stacy
or uncle Mark happened to see me.  I got into bed, closed my eyes and
started picturing Jenny and me walking around at the mall.  Would people
figure me out?  I wondered.  Would any guys try to hit on me?  God I hope
not, I thought.  With images of Jenny and me all dressed up dancing through
my head I drifted off to sleep.

   --

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