Bra,skirt,saree,etc I am male of 18 years old with typical life. I had a sister who lives in my house in rent. She was very close to me and share her personal lives and other. One day i said that i want to be girl, as we were close she used to help to wear bra,saree, petticote,etc. I can even say that she is my husband. I used to wear the mangalsutra of her name and sindur. I used to be with her for an hour, she used to do my job and i used to wear saree, blouse,etc and do her house work like cleaning,washing,etc. And also she had inserted her finger many times to give me a*** pleasure. But now she is not with me and i am all alone Drugs and lonelyness HI well im a stoner and when my parents leave, i get stoned (high). I really want to stop because ot hasn't taken me to anywhere just to lose money and i dont even get any girl. And sometimes when its a holiday or a party, my parents ask me if i want to go but i always stay home and they leave. Nd wen im home alone i feel deppressed and lonley, i think its because i ain't got a girl (but i do gave a lot of love to give). ok well thats all, if you want to kik me (text me) then this is my kik username: weed185 Confessing I sit on here and confess for about an hour everyday, most the posts I see when I go here are from me. I have no life!

Bra,skirt,saree,etc I am male of 18 years old with typical life. I had a sister who lives in my house in rent. She was very close to me and share her personal lives and other. One day i said that i want to be girl, as we were close she used to help to wear bra,saree, petticote,etc. I can even say that she is my husband. I used to wear the mangalsutra of her name and sindur. I used to be with her for an hour, she used to do my job and i used to wear saree, blouse,etc and do her house work like cleaning,washing,etc. And also she had inserted her finger many times to give me a*** pleasure. But now she is not with me and i am all alone Drugs and lonelyness HI well im a stoner and when my parents leave, i get stoned (high). I really want to stop because ot hasn't taken me to anywhere just to lose money and i dont even get any girl. And sometimes when its a holiday or a party, my parents ask me if i want to go but i always stay home and they leave. Nd wen im home alone i feel deppressed and lonley, i think its because i ain't got a girl (but i do gave a lot of love to give). ok well thats all, if you want to kik me (text me) then this is my kik username: weed185 Confessing I sit on here and confess for about an hour everyday, most the posts I see when I go here are from me. I have no life!

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