Secretly living in my wife's closet: the musings of a closet transvestite. Adult content.
Swim Shorts Dream
I was with T___ in a hotel room (IRL, we've got a tropical vacation planned), but we're more like friends than a couple. I think there's somebody else there, maybe my brother (IRL, we never hang out together), in a totally platonic way. We're getting ready to go to the beach. I had to borrow swim trunks, since I had none of my own. Somehow I ended up wearing canary yellow shorts, with white polka dots, which I thought were suspiciously feminine. I mentioned it to T___, and she said they were girls' swimshorts, but that it wouldn't be a big deal, and besides I should start wearing women's clothes in public anyway to get used to it, since I'm now determined to become a woman. That's when I noticed that my body hair was gone, and I was quite happy to venture out to the beach like this.
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