Sissy crossdressing fiction we’re totally les bians
Ben stood on the frat house porch as the boy looked him up and down thoughtfully. He was busted for sure…if not. what the hell was this guy waiting for?! He tried to act relaxed but the towering heels made it next to impossible to adopt any pose that made him look remotely comfortable. It was a blistering hot day and Ben was aware of beads of sweat beginning to form at the nape of his neck and above his makeup caked face. He couldn’t decide which would be more disasterous: runny makeup or sweat stains on his tight red dress. To his left. his bestfriend. Sharon. stood confidently. beaming in her short white minidress…why was she so sure that they were going to let them into the frat party?