It was a usual Saturday afternoon for Adam. As a closeted crossdresser, he often enjoyed spending his time at home dressed in the silky feminine items he kept in the back of his closet. He often lamented that he couldn’t wear these things in public, that he wasn’t really a woman. As he hoped and wished, he began to feel drowsy. He drifted off to sleep and dreamed about being a woman, about fulfilling his fantasies, and imagining a world where he didn’t have to hide who he really was anymore.
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