“Shaving my junk,” I said. I took off my clothes, pausing to rub my new soft cotton panties on my cheek. “Mature babes,” he added. Oh baby… Years of hiding Samantha’s things from my mom and sister had taught me well to keep my things and Samantha’s things separate. to tell her I was hard. I’m Jacob!” He said trying to wave at me through a tangle of straps to his numerous duffles, backpacks and totes. I’ve found the girls garments under my clothes make me feel more myself somehow more comfortable in my own skin. I could feel his hard cock through his varsity sweat pants. “Well aren’t I lucky?” I whispered leaning back on the sink. For years, I’d been quietly, secretly taking my sisters and mothers clothes. And in no time his soft stroking resumed. I’ll slip into a women’s room from time to time when I am alone, and the jeans and tees come off and go into the backpack with my books.
