I Thought He Was a Girl

Synopsis

After I sent a video of myself modeling pink lace lingerie to my newly found sister I'd never met, she told me to "have some self-respect." I figured she'd been stuck in a rough small-town life for so long that even her needs as a girl felt shameful. But when she finally came home, the person who walked through the door wasn't some sweet, delicate girl at all. Instead, a 6'2" man walked in, broad-shouldered and lean-waisted, with a wolf-like sharpness in his gaze. Hanging loosely from his long, defined fingers was the pink lace lingerie I had sent him. "Sophia, right?" he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "The lingerie you picked for me feels a little tight."