" Melanie inspected Toni closely. "It's lovely. And, so are you. What can I do for you? You here for business or pleasure?" Business," Toni said. "Nee... something for my legs. Now that I've slit all my skirts, I need something - sometimes - for stockings. I never liked panty hose, so I need help." Well, of course, there are garter belts..." Melanie said, doubtfully."Yeah, I don't really like those, either. See, I've made everything fit a little closer around the hips..." She turned to show. With me in tow, you slowly climb the stairs until, upon reaching the top, you lead me to a door on the right side of the banister and open it, gently pulling me inside and shutting the door behind us. You stand with your back against the door, your heart pounding, your mind still adjusting to your bravery. I watch as your breasts rise and fall with each breath, perspiration beginning to bead on your forehead, a drop falling into your cleavage and slowly trickling under the edge of your blouse,. ? Who heard of a bedroom with no lock at least, only a sliding door. That sliding door was to be the major route of my crossdressing.Anyway, it was a Sunday, and because I dislike swimming due to a phobia of large, open bodies of water, it propelled me to stay at home while my sister was out with my mom at Tsuhiro beach while my dad was flying a 737 to Oslo and was about 10,000 K?s away.So I decided I would get dressed up. Why not? There?s nobody home and I was DYING to see if my sister?s. And we can each other in studies.When in inter I developed a habit of reading porn story books which I used to purchase fro m the footpath. During the night when I am in my room for studies I used bolt the door and read porn books and masturbate myself to get relieved. But whenever dad is on tour mom used to call me into her room and we both used to do combined studies. In those days I used to curse myself why I have taken commerce.During the studies mom used to sit beside me and bending over.