That’s why started the cross dressing I think I felt closer to her that way.Fortunately my dad was rich and looked after us well so my mum had enoug... underwear that she didn’t miss the odd item that found it’s way into my room.I started just wearing bras and panties or corselettes and panties and only for short times to begin with. My cock would get really hard and I would wank my self in front of a full length mirror and imagine I was fucking mum.Then I got braver, I wore mums things under my. There were the hours with Zoe, who was two years older than him. Untilshe went to college, they would spend hours doing fashion shows, singingkaraoke, practicing makeup. Zoe was her best friend. Damn, he wished Zoewas home.He was always a girl, really. He liked dolls, and puzzles, and makingplastic jewelry out of those cheap kits for kids. He never wanted to geta haircut. He never liked action movies. He would pose for hours, and hewould practice with make-up, like any young girl."I. used to. He saw the limo pulling away and watched as Amy and Thomas walked up the sidewalk. He could see that Amy was leaning heavily on Thomas.By the time the front door closed, John was at the top of the stairs in the dark. He could see the lower half of the two as they stepped into the foyer. Thomas was pressing Amy to the wall and it looked like they were kissing. He had to see more. Quietly, he moved down several steps. Then he gasped. Now he could see that Thomas was kissing Amy and he had a. " Was he?" Boy, you were preoccupied!" Jessie laughed. "He came in, asked if he could join in. I said 'later', very dismissively. He called you and you ignored him. Then he left-not happy." I didn't even hear him!" Sophia claimed."Yeah, because you were too into me. He can't be happy about that." She sighed. "I just realized. I haven't even let him so much as touch me in the four days you guys have been back. I'm not doing it deliberately, but..." I've let him touch me, but not enough. Shit..