Well something you gotta know first. My family follows sikhism so I have a beard, a mustache and body hair which I cannot remove because of religious ...reasons. But it is a blessing in disguise because I have long hair which complements my cross dressing, but the fact remains I am a closet crossdressser.So there I was, lying in my bed the day after my sixteenth birthday, with a terrible hangover from an array of drinks I had at my party the night before. All I could remember was that I had come. I rolled them and deftly pulled them up my legs,clipping them front and back; pausing only briefly to adjust my seams.I stepped into the white patent leather shoes that stood beside thevanity. They were pump-style with 5-inch heels and ankle straps.The last thing left on the counter was a pair of breast forms. I slidthe cool silicone tits into the bra cups. They warmed quickly againstmy skin and gave my figure just the right curves. The dark areola andnipples were clearly visible through. Obviously no respect for older women in general. "She made a summoning gesture with her finger. "Come here, young man. "Jared obeyed her. He felt as though he was somehow being hypnotized, as though this strange woman had some kind of control over his faculties. She pointed to a spot on the floor just in front of her."Stand right here," she said, leaning forward. "Look me in the eye, Jared."He looked up at her sheepishly, held by some mysterious force. She lowered her voice as she penetrated. “What’s wrong?”, he said.“I want to be fucked”, I said. My brother sighed, “NOW”, I screamed.“What?”, Billy asked confused, “there’s no one here to do you?”.“There’s you”, I told him, “I don’t care if you are my brother, I want to be fucked by you”, I was blushing now, my crying had stopped again as I looked up at my brother with serious eyes. I’ve known Billy for a long time, I knew Billy wouldn’t care If I was his sister or not, he would fuck be mercilessly if I allowed him. Billy didn’t.