The image in the mirror told mesomething else; the image was that of a very pretty girl. My mother andsister had worked on my hair and eyebrows giving... me a more feminine look.But it is my face I am looking at, my face under the slight makeup thatthey had applied. How can I, a boy, look like a girl? It scared me that Icould look... look so feminine. The changes so slight and I look like agirl.Some of it is my own fault I freely admit to that. I had grown my hairout, refusing to get it cut. I had. I opened my eyes and stopped what I was doing to grab whatever was thrown at me. As I looked at the bottle of Astroglide, I was rather confused. My pussy was more than wet enough already, especially because of the masturbating. And even though he was long, its not like he was going to have an issue sliding in at all. You are planning to feel something? If I pour this onto my pussy youd probably just fly right off. The grin coach shot back at me was nearly evil, just completely lust filled. What. .i could dress up like a girl! but not how most boys do; hairy, still having a beard or stubble, exaggerated boobs, and whatnot. i could dress as a girl and be believable. dress as a famous person or something. so that it looks like i AM a girl dressing as another girl. my excitement is overwhelming. very intense butterflies fill me stomach. could i really pull it off? maybe even take a boy home... maybe suck a cock for the first time. no i couldnt it would be too difficult. cmon stay positive,. My fingers dove slowly deeper into her cum filled vagina, finding her hard g-spot deep inside of her. Ann’s g-spot was very deep inside of her, nearly four inches into her body. No wonder she had no vaginal orgasms before tonight, as usually a woman’s spot is less than half that distance down. Before we knew it, Ann’s hand was squeezing my re-hardened dick, and my index and middle fingers were buried to my palm in her warm, cum filled pussy. Rubbing her g-spot really turned Ann on, giving her.