Looking-Glass Ladyboy

There's so much tits and ass--and cock and balls, for that matter--on the Internet that I doubt there's a complete and dedicated heterosexual or a homosexual left in all the world. We've all become bisexual, I think--or pansexual. I know I have. I mean, how many times can a guy look at naked men, even if they are fucking naked women, and not eventually get into both naked men and women?

Sure, guys may deny it, but that doesn't mean that they're not secretly fantasizing, that they aren't "curious" about what it would be like to be on the giving or the receiving end of a stiff, hard cock, right? I used to be straight, but surfing porn on the Internet has made me as interested in men as I am in women. There's no mystery, then, that I find the combination of the sexes and genders that shemales represent to be my real cup of tea. I'm a ladyboy lover, and proud of it. Being a shemale lover is, it seems to me, the logical and inevitable outcome of being a porn addict.

Since buying the mirror, I surf the 'net more than ever, and I already surfed it more than most, even before my purchase. I'm on my computer from dawn to dusk on the weekends, and as often as possible during the workweek. If I could, I'd sit before my console twenty four hours a day, seven days a week, week in and week out, month after month. I find myself perusing porn more and more, too, since I bought the mirror, spending less and less time on any other content. Oh, and I've become a home nudist. I never wear clothes at home anymore. Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying I've become a nudist-cum-porn freak because of the mirror, just since I bought the damned thing. There's no cause-and-effect relationship, I'm sure; it's just a coincidence.

Oh, and I masturbate more, too--a lot more--since buying the mirror.

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I missed seeing the mirror, so I moved it. It's not on the living room wall anymore. It's here, on the study wall, with me.

Before I relocated it, I'd see it only when I