Christian Westmoreland, posing as Christina, wore his charming, alluring smile, but between gritted teeth he replied to his sister, "Perhaps that one over there." He nodded to someone who didn't completely trip his gaydar, but not one that seemed 100% rigid either. The last thing he wanted was to make someone angry.<br/><br/><br/>His sparkling seagreen dress which showed off his curves complemented his sister's dress perfectly. They were nearly the perfect twins, with the same blonde hair and slender cheekbones. He had stuffed his bra and padded out his hips; he himself was the most passable crossdresser he had ever known. His dress was slightly ruffled, in the hopes that any unfortunate erections he might get would be hidden by the folds.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Chris smiled as his sister picked everything out for him. He had just stepped out of the tub, everything below his eyebrows cleanly shaven. He felt strangely sexy, his slick thighs not hindered by hair when they rubbed against each other. He took the panties from his sister with a grin as he dropped his towel, showing off his exquisite shaving job, and stepped into the panties one leg at a time. "It's nerve wracking, but I'm excited. I knew you'd enjoy this." He struggled to tuck his package into the unroomy undergarment.