She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast her back to him; she was wearing a pair of shorts that she had bought in Barbados and a boob tube, with a p...ny around her waist. She must have heard him come in; she said over her shoulder “won’t be long.” “Are you missing anything” he asked.She turned; he was twirling her thong around his finger. “Oh,” she grinned, “I have more than one pair you know.”“So what’s on offer today?” He inquired.“That’s for me to know” she paused, “and you to find out.”. He apologized and told me that sex between men could be a beautiful thing and nothing to be afraid of. He placed a soft hand on my thigh and spoke quietly, calming my fears and trepidation. I stood, but when I did my own towel dropped and revealed an almost erect penis. My thoughts and feelings had betrayed myself just as I was betrayed by my step brothers so many years ago.“I’m not ready!” I simply blurted out and almost ran from the sauna.Over the next few weeks I thought about what he had. My favorite past time is crossdressing. Don't get me wrong,I'm not gay, in fact just the opposite, I like girls and I have agirlfriend. Her name is Kyren. I not only like girl, but I like to weargirl's clothes.This weekend is a 3-day holiday weekend and Kyren went home to see herparents for their 25th wedding anniversary. So, I decided I would spendthe whole weekend as a girl.I am fully dressed as a girl, from head to toe. My underwear consistsof a pink C cup bra and French blue bikini cut. And perhaps it was my weakenedstate; perhaps it was just the being overcome with emotion and the simplebeing caught in the whole mix of this most incalculable of gestures. Ilooked up at Otto's tired face, his blue eyes slightly sleepy, but there,present and his look of selfless caring and devotion for a total strangerand in that split second, I kissed him. I planted my soft lips on hissurprisingly tender ones, as his eyes widened slightly with surprise, andthen began to relax. I had never.