Finally, I did it: I removed and stole a woman’s panties. Back in my dorm room, I would look at them, play with them, and even wear them and masturb...te even more. I loved the feel of the nylon lace, and I kind of liked feeling feminine. It was a scary sensation. I wasn’t interested in men, so I wasn’t “gay”, but I sure liked fantasizing as a woman. Not being enough, I stole several pair over a couple of months. Not enough to get noticed, very subtle, but it kept me happy.Sometimes, I would jerk. Cartoons wereselected because of the apparent age of the patient.The walls weren't painted white as in most hospital rooms, brightcolors in gender neutral purples, oranges and reds were used for thewalls and the bed sheets, non-medical equipment like the waste cans andthe curtains. Touches brought from Desiree's home were also spreadaround the room, such as many plush animals.This was a different room than the one Keith had seen Desiree inoriginally. After the initial diagnosis, Desiree's. "Yeah, you always were looking for the boys." We drove mostly in silence, except for the music he had on. I tried to change it, but he grabbed my hand so fast, I backed off. It made me think, though. He had FAST reflexes, and he was strong. I had almost forgotten he'd been a soldier when he was eighteen. "Sorry." he mumbled after almost ten minutes. The rest of the drive was driven in silence, and when we got to his place, he got out, and walked into the apartment building, so I figured I. “Mm, look at you,” she said staring at the enormous bulge in my shorts. I looked down to see a growing wet spot at the tip of my rock hard cock where I was oozing a copious amount of pre-cum. “Come on, damn it. Take them off. I wanna see it.” “If you want to see it, then you have to take them off me.” She brought her hand to my cock and squeezed it through the material. Her eyes rose to meet mine and she smiled. She rubbed me gently and moistened her lips with her tongue. “You're bigger than I.