My ass would get wet and my dick hard when I would dress like a girl. Whenever I was home alone I would look for sexy clothes either in my Mom’s or ...ister’s cupboard and put them on. Then I would play with myself and jerk off.This went on for a while and every time I would dress up my neighbouring Uncle would ring the doorbell and ask for one or the other thing. After few instances I would assume it to be him every time the door bell rang when I was alone. I would just put on my regular clothes. "It shows you what you would really looklike if you'd been born a guy. Or a girl, depending."I took another glance at guy-me. I didn't feel like I was staring atanother person. It was still me, just wearing a different body."Anyway," she said, trying to get our attention, "if you guys would comeback over here, I have a few things I have to ask you."I tugged Emma away from the mirror by her shoulder where she had stillbeen trying to see if she could see her mirror self's nipples withoutrevealing. " she opened her mouth and I stuffed my handkerchief into her mouth. Her stunned eyes looked up at me. "Stand" I commanded firmly "Do not move"Standing behind her my hands cupped her breasts. The bitch her nipples were hard. She liked it!I grabbed the hem of her t shirt and she moved her arms up for me. I spanked her ass firmly, she squirmed. I lifted the t shirt up with her hands behind her back and wound it round her arms as a restraint. Holding that firmly with my left hand I unbuttoned her. I turn to see who spoke, and there is a man standing there, he is naked. Somehow I know I have seen many naked men, endless successions of them, old men bent and withered, young men pimpled and anxious, brutal men, lonely men. How have I known them…? I look at the man standing before me, trying to discern his age and evaluate his looks. He is neither young or old, fat or thin, handsome or ugly. In one instant I see him as young, and then in the next he is old. He changes as I look at him. I.