My family follows sikhism so I have a beard, a mustache and body hair which I cannot remove because of religious reasons. But it is a blessing in disg...ise because I have long hair which complements my cross dressing, but the fact remains I am a closet crossdressser.So there I was, lying in my bed the day after my sixteenth birthday, with a terrible hangover from an array of drinks I had at my party the night before. All I could remember was that I had come home late at night when my parents. "And that was the switch.Izzy rolls on her side, facing away from me. Slides a ponytail holder from her hair and hugs her knees.I'm getting used to this moment. Afterwards, and especially if our coupling was particularly intense, she disappears inside her head. If I talk, she clips her answers. Offers nothing. And makes it clear she wants her own time. I've learned to wait.And so, I wait. And wait. And wait. I can't resist a glance at her from behind, even during the rejection. I catalog this. I slowly stood up, my erection flagging. Get hard and do it again. And I knew in that exact instant that somehow she was going to know that I’d seen her like this, that she had to know—that I wanted my Mom lying awake in bed at night, eyes wide in the darkness as she wondered whether her only son was jacking off over her old nudie pictures down the hall.“I need to give this to you,” was how I started two days later, my Mom folding laundry atop the dryer on a Saturday morning, Dad off to an. .." Yes you twit I know what I said and I amkeeping my word I am not putting your yoke on you and it won't be methat puts the shocker on you and for sure I will not be the onepressing the button. You should have made deal with Sandra as welllittle sissy girl."Once Sandra had the yoke on him she seemed mesmerized with Patricia'sballs being held out unprotected. She looked at Lea and asked if shecould get a spoon and use it on Patricia. Lea just smiled and noddedher head enjoying what she knew.