"Trish, perhaps you can explain this," I said as I hit the play button on my camera. There on the large screen TV was the image of Carl Tredwell as he...explained how Trish had paid him to try and seduce Megan. I had edited out the parts of the video where I had threatened Tredwell with the reconstructive surgery I proposed to perform on him if he didn't tell me the truth.Tears were streaming down Megan's face as she screamed at her mother. "How could you do that to me? I am your daughter. Why. None of their mothers evenconsidered that I might be a boy, why should they; they all knew me asDawn. I did not even want to think what would happen if any of themrealized that I was a boy. The hardest thing was keeping my cross-dressing from my mom. I don't how we were able to get her to allow me, a boy, to go tosleepovers at a girl's house. Things were going fine; until one day aboutthree weeks into summer vacation. It was a typical day, the girls and I had spent most of the day at thepark. I say private pleasure because I had never plucked up the courage to go out in public. In fact, I had never even told anyone about my cross-dressing. I also say private because the act of dressing up as a girl invariably resulted in sexual pleasure through masturbation. Ever since I was a young boy I had cherished the look and feel of soft feminine underwear adorned with pretty bows hugging tightly at my cock. — I stood there in Steph and Jack’s single-bedroom apartment, looking out through the. Jaise hi sunday aaya maine usko phone to wo darma krne lgi k mere sar me dard ho rha haimain kaise aayu maine bola k aapko aana hi hoga fer usne haan kar diUsne mughe ek jagah bta di or wahan pr bike lekar aane k bola, main wahan se usko pick karke le aaya , room me aate maine usko cold drink pilaya aur pine k baad wo bed pr let gyi,usne black colour ka suit pahna hua tha black suit me wo bahut mast lag rhi thi, main bta ni skta k wo kitni khoobsurat lag rhi thi,fer ham dono bate krne lage aur.