You walked past a mirror on your wardrobe, catching a sight of yourself. You are Chad. A slightly tall, light built, blond young man. Lately you have ...een questioning yourself, what you are and what you want to be. You imagined yourself living on the farm for the rest of your life. But you did not know how that would happen. There are moments you dream about restoring the farm. Leading the family. But a part of you wants to follow someone who could fix everything and make life easy for you. You. I liked the smooth silky feel of being hairless...I am also lucky that my pubes are not real thick and dense. Finding a place was no problem...I had the house I was watching for my friend in the country we could go to....but the dressing thing....I had to think on that.I went into my wife's panties drawer, and pulled out a few lacy pairs and after I finished my shower and shaving, I rubbed them on my cock, and all over my groin. I slipped them along my crack and pulled them through my legs. .Summer had come and gone. It had been pretty good too. I was still cuming in my mom’s mouth daily, and since I was out of school and home most days, we were usually squeezing an extra one in there, raising my average to 4+ blow jobs a day.On top of that, my older next door neighbour, Mariola, was still paying me in oral-sex whenever I helped her with things around her house. This added an extra blow job a week on average. She had even started having me titty-fuck her. They were fun to watch,. Otherwise, I suggest you go upstairs and put on some of your old slacksand a shirt to finish your chores."With that she took a slip of wine and looked at me smugly over the rimof the glass. I had hardly expected that appraisal. I mean I was readyto argue why I should be allowed to continue dressing, but not preparedto argue against becoming more feminine. I had thought often of shavingmyself. Every time I would work stockings up my legs, I would imaginehow they might look smooth and silky. I.