Take a bath, borrow a razor.

A bit more snooping and reading online helps the decision process. A bottle of wine, scented bath oil, and the knowledge that the school is transgender friendly. “So if I get caught I just come out. Ugh, I’m not a good person.” The wine helps a lot. Before long you have filled the tub, set a big pink towel on the sink in easy reach, and slid into the warm water. More wine. The cute little plastic handled razor glides over your legs. You weren’t even considering shaving them, but the oil just made them look, well, sexy. You couldn’t resist. Your hands glide over your smooth skin. The light hair floats away. Armpits are next. Once smooth your cock seems envious of the attention and begins to stiffen. You don’t masturbate, but you do give it a good rub, “What if I was really a girl,”. You can’t resist the urge. You shave your privates, your hands exploring your body.

Finished you pull up a few tutorial videos and after a few failed attempts, you add a little eyeliner, shadow, lip gloss, and color all your nails a glossy black. Giving your hair a bit of a tussle, you stare at yourself in the mirror, “Holy shit. Bra and panties and I’m a fucking girl. But you don’t own any. But Vanessa does. “No she’s to big. I’ll have to go to the store. I can’t do that.” You stare at yourself some more. “Ok, stop thinking about it and just go for a drive.” Good idea. You quickly get dressed, briefs, ripped jeans, socks, tennis shoes, and a loose t shirt. You toss everything important in your camera bag and sling it over your shoulder. In the car you look in the mirror, “Am I really going to go buy panties?”

No way, that’s to far.

Way to embarrassing.

But I could steal them.

Oh just do it, it might be fun.