His straight rationality melts away under hot fingertips. When he stopped acting, his instincts began to ache.
Days without the spotlight. The daily life of a young man who dreamed of being an actor was painted over with the dusting of a cheap apartment and an indelible sense of frustration. The sensitivity he had polished in minor stage roles had worn away in a "starving reality" spent working part-time jobs. He was beginning to lose his sight of his own existence. But in the depths of that despair, he found the only "role" that could hold him together: a forbidden transformation called crossdressing, which he had shown to no one.
The image of "her" in the mirror, delicately crafted. Only when silky lingerie glided "smoothly..." over his skin and the rich scent of cosmetics tickled his nostrils, could he forget his defeat as an actor. However, into this sanctuary, the hand of another "male" reaches out. A man's palm, touched for the first time. That rugged, rugged heat shook his instincts directly through his soft costume. "...huff, haa..." Rough breaths make his makeup-decorated face flush with heat. The rationality he had lived as a straight man crumbles fragilely at the "slithering..." sensation of a man's fingertips crawling up his neck. His body, which should have rejected it, ironically reacted more honestly than ever. Beneath the skirt, in contrast to his beautifully dressed limbs, his "cock" trembled with the joy of being caressed by a man, standing rock hard.
The wet "squelch..." sound of flesh hitting flesh and sweat mixing echoes with cruel clarity in the small room. It was a raw affirmation of "life" that he could never obtain on stage. Casting aside the act, simply as a "woman," he surrenders himself to a man's desire. In that moment, he realizes for the first time that he has found the role he desired most.
