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Trust
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
okay, and what other people would think. Not only that, but Nancy, I thought, was avoiding me, often getting home late in the evening, and exhausted. That initiated something slightly new; I started trying to figure out treats for her, that would entice her home, perhaps, earlier. Foot rubs, back rubs, little sweets, hot baths, and ultimately, after a couple weeks of this, I started laying out casual clothes for her and helping her change. The things that I began to recognize were disturbing. As Nancy had pointed out, they didn't hurt me, or anyone else, but they were far from the ideals of masculinity that I had grown up with. For instance. I finally admitted to myself that I like to be, put simply, pretty. I don't have a classically feminine face, but it'll pass. I like my face better, though, when my lips are full, red, and pouting, and my eyelashes long. When I have a pink bow on the top of my head. It doesn't necessarily make me horny, but it does make me feel, sometimes, languorous and sexy, and at other times, simply secure in the knowledge that I have a pretty face. Or panties. I finally learned to say that word without stuttering. But, gods, there's a combination of fetish and practicality. I like panties that are pink and lacy, and it is my considered opinion that they fit men better than men's underwear does. They hold me more securely, since the legs are elasticized, and are actually easier to forget that I'm wearing. Except that the ones I like are nylon, and ...