I will be dressing and undressing you. If I need to I'll put you in diapers and change them. I've done it before, and I can do it again." I absolutely...love you and I WANT to take care of you. It hurts me to think you are embarrassed in front of me. Of course, it's only fait if I get to see you naked, get to touch your privates, you have the right to do the same to me. After all you are the woman of the house now. Now, are we clear...good. Then lets get us both cleaned up. If you hold onto the. "Yep, they're definitely bloody sexy." I agreed as I resignedly reached yet again for my wallet. "But who made the rule that the less material there is in a garment, the more expensive it should be?" Oh stop whinging." she laughed as I handed over the entire years defence budget for a medium-sized banana republic to the grinning old hag behind the counter and wondered briefly if she actually modelled them."You know they get transparent when they're wet don't you?" she hooked an arm through mine. “Happy birthday!” He came closer to my bed and sat down next to me. Sitting down, the my bed covers slipped down a little bit so he could tell I was completely naked. I quickly pulled the cover up, embarrassed by my nudity. “Uh…um…I was just…you know…” I stumbled the words out of my mouth. “Pleasuring yourself? That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” my brother said smartly. A rush of butterflies came into my stomach, and traveled down to my pussy leaving a tingling sensation. I was so wet just my. Even my father.Even Adam, my brother. Even Beth, my sister. The town voted, and I wasthe local fairy. No recounts.I tugged my bra on, hooking it in the front and then spinning it around.I put the breast forms inside. I cupped them, lifted them.What makes a transvestite? What makes a sissy? What places us inwhatever category we land? Are we born to it? Or do people suggest thatwe are so often we start to believe them? Do you date guys because wewant to? Or because most of the girls you meet.