
Today I will tell you a crossdressing story that began with something so innocent, I almost didn’t notice I was changing.
I guess you could say Lisa was the nurturing type.
She always wanted to do little things for me — fold my laundry, cook me dinner, even organize my closet. At first, I thought it was just her way of showing love. But then came… the vitamins.
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