With my tall skinny frame, I had, overyears, perfected my cross-dressing.As a male, I crossed some borders. My hair was died a subtleburgundy color an... I kept it on the longer side. I wore twoearnings, something I had done since I was fifteen. Sincecollege I had had to answer questions regarding my sexuality,many of them originating from my then girlfriend. It alwaysannoyed me that, solely because I was skinny and well-dressed,I had to defend my sexuality. I had never had any gayexperiences. Each time he connected with it, the feeling inside her grew larger, like a bubble inside her was growing. And it was an intense feeling, just like the feeling she had as he licked her clit and ran his tongue along the contour of her tiny slit. She could not wait for that bubble to burst.He could feel a change inside her hot wet pink pliable walls also. It was a good change. There was more give in her elasticity which made it even more enjoyable. He never once shied away from the perfect rhythm. I was always very careful not to mess up her underwear drawer. I saw what I wanted straight away...what better way to celebrate the summer than a matching yellow thong and gra set??I stepped into the thong and pulled it up under my towel. I loved the feel of the thong between my ass cheeks, the way my balls were supported. I slipped the bra on, my growing pecs filling Jane's 36B cups almost as well as she fills it herself.I turned around, dropped the towel and looked in the mirror, my cock. "It was awful, Toby," I said. "We were cuddling on the couch one second and the next he was yelling at me that he wasn't leaving his wife for a faggot."Toby tensed up momentarily and then softened and kept one arm around me and the other holding the ice on my face."He said such awful things and I got upset and then I said," I sniffled before continuing. "I said at least I can admit what I am instead of pretending with a wife." Ouch," Toby said quietly. "I guess that's when he did this?" Yeah,".