Diary: Yearning for a Bikini

After all these years, I still can't figure it out.  Why the Hell do I keep yearning for women's underwear?
There is simply no way to explain it.  It's just the most arousing thing I can imagine.  Feeling a woman's body in sexy underwear or swimwear, and discovering that that body is mine.  Being forced to become a woman.  Right now, I desperately want a bikini.  
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