.. and the tears continued to dribble in fine rivulets down her lovely cheeks. She stood, then, and reaching behind with both hands, unhooked her bra ...o let it slip away and reveal her trembling, full, erect breasts, while a cool rush of air brushed over them causing their tiny nipples to tauten of their own volition. She emitted one last little sob as she stared at the reflection of her soft, naked, voluptuousness in the full-length wall-mirror, realizing suddenly that her natural instinct had. I have been dressing as a woman forfive years without my family knowing. There is certainly no way I wasgoing to tell my now 18-year-old brother Tom what I did for kicks. Hehad grown up rough, and unlike me, who enjoyed a serene, some would saysissy lifestyle, Tom couldn't wait to join a street gang. While Ilocked myself in my room trying on makeup and sexy women's clothes, myyounger brother was playing football, sneaking beers, and committingpetty crimes with his pals.I had been sneaking out. Each cabin had a stone fire place, a sofa, a desk, a small kitchen, a tiny bedroom with a double bed. The small porch had a large stack of fire wood and some kindling. It also had two rocking chairs in case someone stopped by for conversation. I got myself into a routine of getting up at 4:30, making a pot of coffee, having a little toast and writing from five in the morning until about ten. I’d then take a walk along the path near the lake for some exercise. While I was writing the fourth. I remember feeling weird and confused and nervous for several days after that experience. ‘How could I enjoy playing with another man’s dick and still want to go out and hook up with checks?’ It felt weird but I couldn’t deny that Trent’s body was spectacular. And seeing another excited human being touching my body felt better than amazing. I couldn’t stop thinking about that day at Trent’s for days. And strangely, it didn’t all feel gay. It just felt sexual and exciting. I started to think.