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My Only Encounter With My Feminine Side

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Am I a perv?


Hello everybody

I was once the kind of guy who had the kind of looks which look appealing in both a guy and a girl. That goes to say I don't look effeminate, but what I have to say should explain things better.

A few weeks after my 18th birthday, I was left to take charge of the house for a night while my parents were away. Bored as I was early that night, I stared idly at the mirror, and a delicately handsome face stared back at me. Then, a wild idea struck me. The very though of it was starting to excite me. I walked into the master bedroom (where I was now the 'master') and invaded my mom's wardrobe. I made the fullest use of her make-up, controlling my urges as I did so and making sure no detail was missed out on. The hair, eyes, lips, face and even the nails were meticulously done in a way that would put many a woman to shame. Then came the clothing - I had to replicate the breasts. For this, I used cloth to make a soft conical arrangement to fill up the brassieres. Wearing them on, I covered up the arrangement with my tank top. Despite the skyrocketing excitement, I slipped into a pair of stockings. I proceeded to dim the lights down and look at myself in the mirror, posing as if for a pro shoot. I looked beautiful - not like some stupid drag queen, but actually very VERY pretty. That did it - my hands couldn't keep to themselves any longer. I jerked away to cloud nine, and fell asleep amost immediately.

It was about 7:15 when I woke up. It took me a couple of seconds before I realized what had happened. The very memories got my organ to rise and shine, with me still cozy in bed. It's such a warm feeling - having a hard on between heavy sheets, when you're still somewhat sleepy in the morning. This time, I felt myself all over as I would feel a woman. My hands were all over my 'breasts' for some time (what a feeling!), and my lips ran over whatever was exposed of my skin. I then ran my organ, slowly and smoothly, over the bed. Stroke after stroke from the smooth sheets, I had the warmest, fuzziest orgasm ever.

I've never ventured into such activity again, fearing my normalcy. Besides, my features have turned too rough and 'manly' to pull out another successful stunt like that one again.



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