His straight-laced rationality was melting away at the hot fingertips. When he stopped pretending, his instincts began to stir.<br /> Days without the spotlight. The daily life of the young man who dreamed of becoming an actor was overshadowed by the dustiness of his cheap apartment and an unshakeable sense of anxiety. The sensibilities he had honed playing minor roles on stage had been worn down by the "reality of not being able to make ends meet" spent his days working odd jobs, and he was on the verge of losing his sense of purpose. But at the brink of despair, he found the one "role" that kept him grounded. It was a forbidden transformation called cross-dressing, something he had never shown to anyone. Reflected in the mirror was the delicately crafted figure of "her." Only when the silky underwear glided smoothly against his skin and the rich scent of cosmetics tickled his nostrils could he forget his defeat as an actor. But then, another man's hand reached into that sanctuary. A man's palm touching him for the first time. Its rough, hot texture, even through his soft clothes, directly stirred his instincts. "...Ahh..." His rough breaths made his makeup-adorned face flush with heat. The rationality that he had maintained since living as a straight man crumbled away at the slippery sensation of the man's fingertips tracing his neck. Ironically, his body, which should have rejected him, was reacting more honestly than ever before. Beneath the skirt, in stark contrast to his beautifully adorned body, his "penis" trembled with the pleasure of being caressed by a man, and was throbbing with desire. The wet, slurping sound of flesh against flesh and sweat mixing echoed cruelly vividly in the cramped room. It was an affirmation of raw "life" that could never be obtained on stage. Abandoning acting, she surrendered herself to the man's desires as simply a "woman." In that moment, he was certain for the first time that he had found the role he had longed for.