” We chatted for a half-hour, with me spilling everything, big boob fetish, long hair fetish, smoking fetish. I described my wigs, my costumes, the ...hings I would say when dressed and emulating her. She never gave the slightest inclination she felt it was strange. For the first time in my life, I fell completely accepted and validated, all of me, the crossdressing part as well as the “normal” part. As we were winding up, for whatever reason, she said the following. “My friend, it sounds like. I asked Bernadette if she had ever seen a naked man before. She answered that she had snuck a few peeks at me but never got a really clear look. So I asked her if she wanted a better look. Of course she did. So I told her that I would like a better view of her too. She thought that that was agreeable. So we went up to our bedrooms and undressed then Bernadette came into my bedroom because my bed was bigger. We sat on the bed and talked and just looked at one another for a good hour. Then. If you see him right now you might not even recognize him."My mother immediately cried and my father put his arm around her trying to comfort her."It's that bad?" I asked sobbing."Yes sweetie. But there is hope. He will need a few plastic surgeries though."That got my parents attention. "Yes! We will pay for any surgeries doctor! Just please let us at least see our son right now."He nodded. "Very well then follow me."We walked a long way down a cold hallway until we reached Tim's room. He was. Luke passed me a carrier bag as we entered the bedroom. As I opened it I saw a canister of squirty dairy cream, a punnet of shiny red strawberries and a frosty cold bottle of Moet. I wrapped my arms around him in apassionate embrace, savouring his warm moist tongue probing my mouth while his hands carressed my breasts and stomach,then glided up my legs under my skirt and over my bare bum cheeks. I held him a little tighter as I adjusted my balance so that I could open my legs as wide as my.