I'll take care of you until your mom shows up." What?" I said. What was she saying? I didn't feel well enough to deal with her. I needed to lie down a...d rest."I don't have to be home right away. I'll go over to your house and see if we can make you feel better." You don't need to do that." I'm going to be a nurse. It's what nurses do." But..." I tried to protest."You'll be feeling good in no time."I doubted that.When I reached my house, I once more tried to convince her to go home, but Laura. I am a 34-year-old crossdresser that has been dressing for most of her life and has reached a certain breaking point of needing to transition. My stories are a way for me to deal with my dysphoria and provide me with guidance as I continue this journey. I’ve met folks that have inspired me to write these stories, so, for now, they are a work of fiction, but maybe one day a reality.Chapter 1We had been chatting back for forth for weeks, Sir, as I would refer to him, had been becoming for and. It always made him feel so alive to touch her warm body. His lips puckered, brushing against her. He heard her breath catch in her sleep. On one level, she knew he was there.He wanted to run his tongue down her body but he knew that would wake her. That was against the rules. He moved his face down her body a little so he could kiss her on her neck. He sought that hollow in her collar bone. He smiled again as he remembered how she liked that. She didn't wake; she didn't try to brush him away.. My very dear brother please, please. She had decided, came back to his room and took him to her room. Standing face to face, arms around each other, feeling each other. Her hips and ass were warm, his lips and broad chest were smooth and throbbing; they kept going. Ishant feeling her tits and nipples, Kalpna feeling his cock and balls. With closed eyes, they both stepped in heaven as girlfriend and boyfriend. Both trying their best to make other hot. Starting with a soft lip to lip kissing;.