Caramel And Devin

“I know I’m gawking at you, but I just can’t get over the way you look. Do you know there’s not a soul in the world who wouldn’t think you weren’t a real girl looking like this?”

I’d been dressing like this for a few years, but I never thought I could actually fool anyone. I was convinced that Devin really thought that I looked like a real girl and a pretty one at that. Yet, I was still so nervous that my legs were shaking.

“I have a confession to make, “he offered shyly. “I dress up and try my best to look like a real girl, too, but I could never look as good as you do.”

“What are you talking about? You look like a girl even when you’re trying to look like a guy.”

“Well, I’ve never tried to completely transform myself. I have brothers and sisters at home, so there’s not much privacy.”

“Would you like to try it now, Devin?”

“You’ll help me?”

“Of course I’ll help you, silly. Come with me,” I said, making my way to the bathroom off my bedroom. I turned on the bath and told Devin to take off his clothes.

“Oh my God. You’re going to see me naked.”

“Don’t worry about it, hon. If it’ll make you feel more comfortable, I’ll get naked, too. We’ve both seen other guys naked in the locker rooms, right?”

“Yeah, but not each other.”

“Are you beginning to have second thoughts?”

“Yes, I am. So we’d better get on with this before I change my mind.”

I bubbled the bath water and only glanced at Devin now and then as not to make him more nervous than he already was. I saw that there was no hair on his flat, hard chest and his precisely rounded nipples and areole were the prettiest shades of pink. His tiny waist tapered down to an enticingly wide set of hips. Although his penis was flaccid, it was longer and thicker than I’d imagined it would be, with a heavily-veined shaft and a bulbous, smooth-fleshed crown.