The reflection of eros

In the dim glow of a bedroom lit by neon lights, a young man with a short pixie haircut and a feminine crossdresser stood before a mirror, admiring their new shiny white latex ruffled zipped bustier. The room was filled with the scent of jasmine and the soft hum of an inflatable mattress. Across the room, a large buttplug peeked out from the undone zipper of his ruffled shorts, while his stockings caught the light from the neon bulbs overhead. His heart raced as he considered the implications of this new chapter in his life, the mix of excitement and fear intertwining like threads in a tapestry of uncertain future.