2T4U/Jack/Aaron Sissy/Attic/Force Panties/Shelf Skirt/Name Make-Out

She could definitely use a new name. "Aaron" just isn't cute enough anymore, but what should you call her now? I'll think of something. Although, what if I could get her to name herself? Rising to your self-imposed challenge you put on your most charming smile, reserved for dropping panties and spreading legs. Well, it has worked in the past, mostly. "Hey there, cutie pie. Just look at you in your cute little skirt. I bet all the boys want to get to know a cute thing like you. Does a pretty little girl like you have a pretty name to match?" You watch in amusement as her expression changes with each sentence. First beaming and blushing, then frowning and blushing, and then surprised and blushing. She looks away, nervously rocking her hips, mumbling something quietly. "What was that, pretty girl?"

"Ah . . . Aaron. My name is Aaron." Finally she speaks up though still in a whisper. So, she didn't mind being called a "girl", but why does she look like she's gonna cry? Aaron really is a fucking chick, man.

"Aaron? Really? That sounds like a dumb boy's name." She winces at that comment. "I'm sure a pretty little girl like you have a cuter name than that," you encourage, hoping she gets the hint this time. Which seems to be the case as she looks up at you with a questioning expression before looking away again, brow furrowing with plaintive concentration, hips rocks slowly. Patiently you wait, watching her decide her new name, but you don't have much patience left with this much unsatisfied lust roiling in your loins.

Just as you are about to assign her a name yourself she finally speaks up: "Ah . . . Ann . . . nah. Um, An-na. Anna! Anna. My . . . my name is Anna." About fucking time! I mean--

"Anna? That's a pretty name." She smiles, still not looking up but wiggling her hips all the more vigorously.

WIP