The smell of waffles peaked over theperfume of my lust. I sighed. I needed to get dressed.I walked over to one of the drawers, my body feeling just as...alien as ithad when I'd first got it. A diverse rainbow of women's underwear staredback at me, sorted vertically by color and horizontally by style. Adelicately sorted array of delicates.I picked up the least feminine thing I could find - a pair of white boyshort panties with a little pink bow - and held it in front of me. Theyseemed so small.I. Warum reizt ihn diese Kleidung so, sie anzuprobieren?Warum m?chte er eine Frau sein? Er sieht in das Gesicht von FrauBruchm?ller. Mit solch einem liebevollen und f?rsorglichen Blick ist ernoch nie bedacht worden. Eine seltsame W?rme steigt in ihm auf.Pl?tzlich brechen alle inneren Hemmungen zusammen und seine ganzeVerwirrtheit und ?ngste sprudeln so nur aus ihm raus.Die sich ihr nun offenbarten, sich abzeichnenden inneren Zerrissenheit?ber ihre geschlechtliche Identit?t "ihres Kleen". The toast with butter and huckleberry jam was already on the table. She was dressed in a white T-shirt that reached down to her waist and a pair of white panties. As I came up behind her and placed my hands on her hips, I saw two sunny side up eggs frying in another pan.“Behave yourself and go sit down, breakfast will be served in a minute.”I gave a light slap on her butt cheek and followed up with a firm squeeze. As I took a sip of coffee, she said, “Sounded like the girls were having some fun. While Tamara was still in the bathroom, there was a knock on the bedroom door. "Yeah?" I said."Are you decent? I have coffee for you two." I heard Lena's voice through the door."Sure. Come on in."Lena walked in with a tray of coffee while Christina was carrying fruit and danish. I pulled the covers up so I wasn't exposing anything. Tamara must have heard them for she came out of the bathroom with her robe on. Christina had a little baby-doll nightie with matching panties. Lena had just a.