His mother sighed a deep sigh as if resigned to some horrible fate. "Come with me, you're freezing. We have to get you covered up. I think I have some...things that will fit you."There was something funny in the way this girl was trying to cover up, something unnatural in the way she stood.N... N... No.... Not more girls clothes!"But despite the objections of his mind he allowed himself to be led to the master suite. There she began going through her drawers pulling out underwear. Next she moved. It would lead to them not being as close for one of the friendswould see the other as who they were not. Knowing the other was whatmade the friendship so strong. Honest representation of oneself to theother was what kept it so those two knew each other so well."We are not a couple." OK, not yet; but having your first date at the prom is such a goodstart. Jordan is going to be so lucky that you like him. You will helphim forget about Dave." Joy, I am not gay." Zigs, gay or bi it is fine. You. These thoughts warmed me when I left the comfort of my home. Now there was no turning back. My fiancée’s sister was sitting in the car waiting. She smiled and waved as I tripped down the pathway, holding up the hem of my dress. I hadn’t contemplated or prepared myself for the emotions that suddenly gripped me. In this house I had always been a boy, no matter what clothes I wore. Now, the boy was fading into a faint shadow. Still, the feelings brought forth a wide smile as I opened the car door.. ”“Sorry. Okay tell me where it hurts.” She touched the tip of my dick. I nearly shivered.“No.”“Here?” She touched my balls.“Not … really.”She touched the base of my dick.“Yeah. And more.”“Where?”“Around it … just, wait I’ll show you.”I moved her hand and made her grasp my cock. A whisper of a moan escaped my mouth but she probably thought I was in pain because she apologized. Suddenly, she squeezed it. I widened my eyes and looked at her. She had a sly smile. Just as she started stroking it, we.