Transvestia

in the mirror.

Let me say at this time, that Marilyn and I, my name is Martin, are twins, very much alike in every respect except sex.

Marilyn persuaded me to let her complete the make up job. We went upstairs to her bedroom and I sat in front of her dresser so I could watch her work in the mirror. After she finished fixing my eyes, she arranged my hair in exactly the same style as hers. It was amazing. We looked exactly alike.

By this time I was completely caught up by the situation and when Marilyn asked me if she could dress me in some of her clothes, I readily agreed. She moved to her closet and chest of drawers and began laying out the clothes on the bed, everything, including something to pad the bra. She had me strip down while she gathered her daintiest items.

Soon I was completely adorned in her junior high graduation formal, nylons, heels, the works. When I stepped in front of the full length mirror on the door, so help me, I was really looking at Marilyn on her graduation day. There is no way to describe the thrill I felt, and I asked her to let me wear these clothes for the remainder of the day. She said a very happy yes, and I returned to the living room.

About a half hour later, Marilyn came down the stairs, and, when I looked up, I received my second shock of the day. I was looking at me. That is, I was looking at her, but, she looked like me as a boy. We'd actually traded identities. She was Martin and I was Marilyn from all outward appearances.

Marilyn explained that she had toyed with the idea of doing this for quite some time but, hadn't thought I would be willing to go along with it and therefore she hadn't asked me. She couldn't explain, either, just what had caused her to start it today but she was happy that she did. I told her that I was glad she had for I was enjoying the experience.

After a while, Sis looked at me and said, "Marilyn, would you please prepare dinner? I'm beginning to get a little hungry."

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