Mikhail hexen

One Sunday weekend, I opened the door to my dorm to return something I had borrowed from Mikhail, and found him inside, cross-dressed and posing sexy in front of a full-length mirror.

Mikhail hexen

One Sunday weekend, I opened the door to my dorm to return something I had borrowed from Mikhail, and found him inside, cross-dressed and posing sexy in front of a full-length mirror.

One Sunday weekend, I opened the door to my dorm to return the things I had borrowed from Mikhail, and found Mikhail inside, cross-dressed and posing sexy in front of a full-length mirror. The air felt suddenly still as I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes widening at the sight before me. Sunlight streamed through the window, catching on the sequins of the dress he wore, creating a glittering effect that seemed completely at odds with the typically masculine energy of our shared space.