It's been a while since I've written anything here. That last experience says it all, I think. So here I sit, clad in my little black panties, a white bra, a garter belt, and white fishnet stockings. I love it. It always amazes me how tantalizing the thought of wearing women's clothing can be. I think of all the things I could possibly wear, and I feel disappointed because I simply don't have the time or sexual energy to wear it all. Sometimes, I feel so horny that I want to wear one thing, then I look at all my feminine stuff, and I suddenly can't make up my mind. Do I want to wear this bathing suit, or the panties? Oh, Goddess, how I wish I had a bikini right now! And that thought just came to me this very instant. How I used to love slipping into that green bikini at night, and become a girl again for a few minutes. It was so soft, and skimpy. . . But now, I'm wearing underwear, and I can't complain. I only wish that I could do this forever. I'm going to put on one of Mom's skirts, just for fun.
It's pretty decent. But I need something much sexier. I just love to think of women's clothes: all the silk, satin, lace, all the straps that curl around a calf, a thigh, a back. . . I just love to imagine myself naked, and suddenly strapped into an incredibly erotic feminine outfit that I must masturbate in, much to my masculinity's demise. It just feels so good to completely abandon my masculinity, and try to become a girl. I will do it now.
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