. hi," I greeted her, blushing a bit at how daring I wasbeing. I never would have been if it hadn't been for Molly's assurance.And even then I wasn't ...ompletely positive. However, as soon as I sawthe look on Sheila's face, my doubts evaporated. "Um... hi," Sheila responded with a nervous smile. She licked herlips absently, her eyes scanning me as she was obviously checking meout. And it was just as obvious that she really liked what she was seeing. Though I was a bit embarrassed, Sheila's. Normally as a manwalking around such a department it is easy to feel out of place, buthere I was, appearing as a woman. It should be natural. My wife headedto a large display of a range of lingerie and nightwear that came inseveral colours. She told me I could pick two, and I chose a sagegreen and a dusky pink, different to anything I already had. She thenfocused on which type of bra to wear and what size it should be. Wewent into the fitting rooms so she could help me try them one and. What belongs to one belongs to the other. You ever see how we sleep at night?”Soon after he’d arrived, he got up in the middle of the night, and on his way back to bed looked into the master bedroom. The identical twins slept with each other, the one spooned against the other.“I think I can see how it will work out. How did this whole system get started?”“I don’t know the details -- that’s not my field exactly -- but they did a bunch of experiments and this seemed to be the one that worked. I only have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won't even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I always rubbed their spunk all over my tits and lick it from my fingers.Self loathing that may be, but it gets me through the coming 12 months until I pluck up the courage to choose another homeless man for my pleasure.This.