My dick started to grow and was making a tent in my shorts. I was sitting in a chair and my thinking with my closed eyes. Suddenly, I started to feel ...a hand around my dick. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Salomi pressing my dick over my pants.Me: “What are doing Salomi?”Salomi: “I am feeling your penis. It is making a big tent in your shorts.”M: “But this is wrong.”S: “So, do you think what you did with my mom yesterday was right?”I was shocked after what I heard. I was not able to. I’d asked for this even though I was mortified by thewhole idea. The only other cock in my life was myfather’s and I knew it well; dad always cut hair in thebuff. It was the perfect opportunity for a study ofmale anatomy. I would watch my dad’s ample meat bob andswing in front of my face. Sometimes it would come torest on my hands or arms as he’d reach for a trickytrim. He would have known it was there but he’d let itlinger long enough for me to appreciate the. Alice's hair, pitch-black as the pants she was wearing, has the type of natural wavy curl that many women spend good money trying to replicate. She's an Irish Italian mutt, just like me, and it shows in her pronounced facial features and her fair skin. She thinks her ass is a little big but I think it is beyond perfection, especially for a slim, athletic woman in her thirties. The college-aged girls in line, who were only an hour or so away from going "wild," were boring in comparison with. They both diagnosed mewith OCD and said that my reasons for crossdressing was that myoveractive brain was telling me to crossdress for some reason. At firstI believed them, but then I realized it was a lot of bullshit, sincethere was no reason for my brain to be telling me to do something asrandom as crossdressing. I concluded that it was a personal choice but Icontinued taking my meds over the next few months. They obviously didn'thelp because I eventually went as far as to shave myself.