I picked them up from thelaundry hamper, after my morning shower. I dried my long black hair, andtied it in a ponytail. As i looked in the mirror, i b...came aroused by myfeminine reflection. I saw a matching padded white bra, and put it ontoo.I got dressed in my white short sleeved school shirt, and tie, andshorts, small white socks, and black clumpy male shoes. With my schooljacket on, i headed for breakfast with the family. We had small talk, andno one noticed i was wearing a bra. I felt more. It was a typical mind-numbing torture by powerpoint type of meeting with nothing new (or meaningful) being presented by higher level corporate types who like the attention of an audience and to hear themselves talk. Anyway, Susan and I were just part of the audience sitting in the background, and our eyes would occasionally meet briefly, just long enough to feel that warm rush oflust between lovers, then returning the fascade of our attention back to the meeting with a knowing grin. My mind. There are no gaijin in Japan’s Baseball Hall of Fame, and it will be very interesting to see if either of us gets voted in sometime in the future. I suspect we both will, as we are considered virtually ‘Japanese’ now to most fans who have largely forgotten we came from America as ‘helper players’ many years ago. ******* It’s a warm summer Saturday night as I write this in my small office. Rick is grilling some excellent Osado steaks on the grill and chilling some cold beer in a nearby wooden. Now you can piss!”I had never peed in this position before, and I suspected there would be a certain lack of control, but, what the hell! I relaxed my bladder and began to feel a trickle of warmth run between my thighs. The trickle soon turned into a gush as I found myself enjoying this new experience of pissing freedom. The warm pee spread everywhere but I didn’t care. It came out of me like water out of one of those circular lawn sprinklers – between my arse cheeks, down my thighs, over my.