One of my most attractive features are easily my hands. They’re very feminine for a guy. Clean, perfect shape nails. Fairly small knuckles that hide well beneath the skin. Veins, hidden behind marble skin. No hair on them either to boot.

I’ll admit it, I go out for manicures and pedicures. The Vietnamese women at the shop always make me feel good about my hands. Always talking about how pretty my hands are in their broken English. Teasingly, they painted my nails red, because it was my favorite color. I laughed it off, but at that point, my hands really did look like a woman’s.

I took my sister’s shirt that had frilly sleeves at the end of them, and put them on. Honestly, the idea of my hands being a girl turns me on. I turned off the lights, and turn the desk lamp on, only pointing towards my crotch. My womanly hands started to stroke me off. Since it was my sister’s shirt, I couldn’t help but think of my sister giving me a handjob.

I got way too into, because at one point, I started sucking on my fingers, tasting my dick and coconut lotion mixed together. I started whispering my sisters name as I came. I beat myself up after that, ashamed, telling myself I would never do that again.

I still have her shirt to beat myself off too when it’s late at night.