She was out of bed, bending over the stove and apparently making herself a cup of tea. That's not what got me, though--she was very close to being nak...d, and I could see the curved outline of her ass stretching through a pair of panties. She had on a flimsy robe, which I immediately recognized as Janine's, a chick I saw from time to time. She'd left it at my place on her last overnight visit.The robe came just below April's waist--April was quite a bit taller and broader than Janine. That left. "I don't belong there. It's... wrong." She took a couple more deep breaths to settle her nerves. "It's a, I don't know, it's a taboo or something, and having seen guys naked isn't the same thing. I have a friend who is a nudist, and she says she can't nerve herself to go into a Men's Restroom."Doug looked confused. "If you say so," he said at last."Would you go in to the Ladies Room? Even wearing a dress?" Of course not! I told you that already." That's the same thing," she said. "You don't. Twisting and turning about I inspect myself in the mirror. Judging I nowlook fine I bend down and pull TJ's slacks up my hairless legs with ahissing sound as the material of her slacks slide against the nylon of mypantyhose. Reaching down to pull up the zipper I smile as I notice Iautomatically used my left hand. After all, as I think about the clothingI now own, most of it is very feminine. When present, my zippers nowmostly face to the left so it is natural I would instinctively use my. I tore off my panties and tights and felt down to my pussy pushing 3 fingers in to stroke my clit – I swooned and moaned in pleasure. I then stroked my fingers over my nipples and dreamed it was Bobbie. Dad must have heard my noises as he came in in his nightie and smiled “You must have had a good time darling?” “Wonderful” I said. Dad had been my Mom since she passed away 10 years ago. I discovered him wearing her lingerie one night and after that we slept together for many years making love.