I was unhappy internally, due to the crossed wires in my head that knew I was a girl. I found a small slice of peace and comfort in wearing girls clot...es under my regular clothes. It soothed my body and mind. Overall, it made me feel more relaxed in my situation. It was Christmas break, and everyone headed home for the holidays. I had a friend named Brad that went to a different college than me, and we hadn’t seen each other in months. We went out drinking on the beach with our friends like we. He was about to kiss my lips and I wokeup. It was a dream. My heartbeat is still fast.I am also swetting. Oh GOD. Oh GOD. Whats is it. Why I am behaving like this. I never had any dreams of sex. this is the first time and that too with my BIL. I saw the time. It was like 5’0clock in the morning and started worrying more now. As many say that the morning dreams will become true. I prayed that this should become true. I will be strong. I love my husband thats it. Its just a fling and will pass. When she’d first arrived that evening I’d had to hide my hard on! Her friends had brought the pills and my parents had enough drink in the house to drown us all.It wasn’t until the pills had kicked in and all the colours had began to dance that I noticed the looks in their eyes, the snide remarks about my age and not being old enough to remember this or that. That’s when I realised why Amy had really invited me. I was the butt of her joke, the jester, there to be pointed and laughed at.At. She saw me staring her boobs and adjusted her saree. I lost my confidence. I refreshed myself and went to watch tv. There was a kissing scene in an English movie, she saw that and got horny.She went to my room to clean my bed. I later went to the room to get my phone and was shocked to see her having a look at my porn books which were under my bed. She was sweating badly and i thought she was in the perfect mood to fuck. She dint notice me. I slowly placed my hand at her shoulders; she.