......I decided to go to a gay sauna about 20 minutes drive away, I looked at my sexy little panties clearly showing my hard cock through the transpar...nt nylon. Should I take them off and wear a pair of mens briefs? If I wear the panties anyone in the changing room would instantly know I was a cross dressing sissy boy as soon as I dropped my shorts. Am I brave enough - my horniness overcame common sense and I quickly threw on some shorts and T shirt.About half hour later I stood before a locker. My mom grabbed my hand and walked me over to the dinner table. She sat me down and slowly started unbuttoning her beige blouse. My dick started filling with blood. She was wearing a skimpy cherry red bra that could barely contain her breasts. My mom noticed my boner and smiled to herself. She held her breasts through her bra and started massaging them. She then pressed one of her hands against both her breasts and used the other hand to unhook the back of her bra. She then left go and her bra. I felt strange. Soft yet strange. As I got up I heard theswishing of the tutu. They all laughed and came up to me. Hugging andholding me and making me feel so warm and wanted. They each complimentedmy look. At first I thought they were kidding, but with time I beganfeeling pretty. I even began moving my hips as I walked. I liked the feelof the tights on me. And when Jared came up to me and held me in his armsI felt like I was his girl. I seemed to be melting in his arms. He was sostrong and I. In short, it was this: Don't get caught. In two ways. Don't let anyone see you, unless they are directly involved, and don't get pregnant, unless you are going to get married to someone, very, very fast.She went on to explain that there was a family history of high interest levels where the act was concerned, and that her mother had a similar conversation with her. She made it apparent that there were two sets of rules. One set for outsiders, all of whom thought we were very proper ladies. We.