I saw numbers and words and colors float across the surface of the glass.At first it seemed like a confusing collusion of algorithms and sentences ......but not for long. Somehow I was able to interpret the symbols and numbers.The glass was waiting for something. I squinted my eyes and peered into its depths.It was waiting for an imprinter. It was waiting for its Master to claim it with a DNA sample.The operation must be over, I thought.Soon Ronald is going to stick his saliva or his sweat on the. I teasingly push her "tell me , or I'm going to kick you out my room " I say. "okay okay . I've got a crush on you and I don't care if we're cousins. I want you to make love to me" she says. "Huh" I say. "C'mon Lis..... your my cousin" I say. "So what" she says and stands up and starts taking off her top. She sucks her teeth and says all mature like "I'm not a virgin and I'm on the pill" she says. She had on a pink lace bra, and her tits were sitting up full and heavy as only a young girl's. For the last five years, I believed I was just a normal cross-dresser. Now the online article was about the psychology of cross-dressing. The article stated anyone who dresses in the clothes of the opposite sex was considered a transvestite. The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders DSM-IV lists Transvestite as a sexual disorder. Admittingly I was a Transvestite because I achieved sexual excitement by cross-dressing. Transvestite dresses for two different reasons. First. ‘You bet I’m up to it!’ he said. ‘Let’s go up to my room and I’ll show you!’ Moments later, delightfully nude, Samantha lay on his bed. Stacey was lying between her splayed legs, his mouth clamped on her spasming opening, torturing her with his lips, tongue, and fingers while she squirmed and cried out in ecstasy. ‘Eat meeeeeee!!!! Oh, God, Stacey!!! Yessssss!!!! Eat meeeeeee!!!!’ she wailed, ‘Yesssssssss!!!!’ Her legs squeezed Stacey’s head as the delights his mouth was giving her caused her.