He wasnt gay, he loved women as much as thenext guy but he loved dressing up as a girl and playing out hisfantasies.Never in public, always at home, a...one. I guess it began when he was 12or 13, and he found some old female clothes in a trunk. He just feltcompelled to try them on.His fantasies revolved mainly about him being a little boy and eitherforced to dress as a girl by a dark queen, maybe even brainwashed andmagically transformed into her slave girl and even daughter and forced tobe more. "David is walking on the sidewalk. He is wearing a light green dress shirt and dark brown pants."David is walking on the sidewalk. He's wearing a white tee shirt and khaki shorts."David is walking on the sidewalk. He is wearing a light grey tee shirt and tan knee smalls."David is walking on the sidewalk. He's wearing an orange dress shirt and khaki pants."David is walking on the sidewalk. He is wearing a light green sweater and jeans."David is walking on the sidewalk. He's wearing a white dress. Storm cellarThere were no bodies or body parts. For that I am eternally grateful. But the experience was unpleasant all the same.“I’m right behind you, Sugar,” Cinnamon said. “Don’t be scared.”“Gee, thanks, Cinnamon.”Armed with a flashlight and dressed in a sweatshirt and latex gloves, I led the way down into the low-ceilinged basement. I’m not sure you can actually call this a basement. It was more like a deep area in the crawlspace that only extended under the kitchen. At some time in the. We were all alone in home. Parents won’t be returning till long. We had the home all for ourselves, and I had her all for myself.I removed my Tees threw it at her, she smelled the arm pits and winked at me. I then went near her removing my pants, I threw my pants aside and went towards her. She pointed out towards me and said“its not fair, I don’t have a piece of cloth on me but you do ”I laughed at her and removed my undies and threw it at her. My cock was standing straight, rock hardHer eyes.