Inserting the nozzleinto myself gave me a great feeling of accomplishment and community. Iwas doing something which was completely feminine to a male ...ody notused to being penetrated. My toilette cherry was being broken. The roomwas filled with the scent of lavender. As was I. After joyouslyexpelling the douche, in a lavender fog, I walked to my dressing tableand started the process of dressing as the girl I now was becoming. As aboy I had never felt as I did now, womanly wrapped in a fluffy. "Pull my pillows over and put them under your head" she said as I felt the heat of her cunt teasing the head of my penis, "Watch it going in darling"I did and groaned with pleasure as I watched (and felt) her beautiful labia parting for my cock! Never once did I take my eyes off the deliciously wanton spectacle, being practically unable to move was a very strange feeling, I felt almost like a voyeur watching from elsewhere, only the exquisite softness of her cunt reminding me, it was real, oh. But it was a little cute, she decided, and it had green leaves, though in a sort of bamboo-like pattern, not like the one in her dream at all, she told herself. Dang, and it even had little orange highlights in the yellow background. She held it up and wished that she could wear one again, but, … She noticed that it was on sale, forty dollars marked down to fifteen for the bottom and ten for the top. She shook her head. No way. She knew that she could likely buy a nice one-piece for close to. Since I was gone from my hometown so much, there really wasn't any reason to keep an apartment, so when I was in town, I would stay at my mom's house. She lived alone, having been divorced many years ago, and my coming home for a while always gave us a great way to catch up and for me to get some great home cooking!My mom was a very talented woman. She worked for years as a professional seamstress/tailor and in fact, she made most of the suits and shirts that I wore on stage. Now that she was.