It started with one click.

Not even a dramatic one. Just... casual. Bored. I was laying in bed, one hand scrolling, the other halfway down my boxers, pretending I was gonna do something else tonight. But I wasn’t. I never do.

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.