Even more embarrassing, my legs were very long and shapely like mostgirls my age. I was picked on a lot and because of the super tight hiphugging jean... I was made to wear, most assumed I was gay.There were many male models that were big muscular and strong. It waspretty embarrassing at times. I looked more like Andrej Pejic or StavStrashko.I didn't put on any of her clothes she gave me. But my choices ofclothing were limited.I was in my bedroom dressing when I heard my sister arguing with. Susan stood there for a moment, then moved to the sink, and finding a brush and comb, looked in the mirror at her reflection. She saw the stripes across her breasts, as well as the tiny lines across her stomach and lower abdomen. Standing back, she could see the swollen and hairless lips of her vulva in the mirror. She picked up the comb and ran it through her hair, then used the brush in an effort to dry her hair at least a little more than it was. Finished, she picked up one of the ankle. He was a slightly overweight man, in his late thirties, standing five and half feet tall. He had thinning, dirty blonde hair, and a mustache that managed to only discolor his upper lip rather than define it.Donna was browsing through some shirts when Jerry came over. He got close enough to invade her personal space and spoke in ingratiating tones, "Hello Donna, can I help you with anything?"She moved as gracefully as she could to put the clothes rack between them. "Oh don't bother with me. I'm. Igot the wig on, got it all adjusted and "just right" pinned it as best Icould with my short hair and looked in the mirror again."I'm a woman!" I said in shock. "I look like a real woman! I could walkdown the street and nobody would ever know different!" The red hair setoff my pale skin and made my green eyes stand out like crazy. I wasn'tjust a woman, I was HOT!I made one last effort, pulling the very snug and very short cutoffs upinto my butt crack as high as I could get it, adjusting the.