Travesti

This is what is causing our problem… ‘ Aiko furrowed her brow into an expression
of confusion. ‘…but it just looks like static… ‘ She continued to stare into the melee
Nooooo…’ Nishi rolled her eyes from her position beside her best-friend. ‘…that
IS static…‘ She gave the machine a few hard smacks on its outer-shell and finally
the screen went black before being replaced by a loading screen.
Hmmmm…actually, perhaps it would have been better if I hadn’t done that….
One less of these things to worry about…’

It can be difficult being right. The first thing that happens is someone telling you you’re
wrong. Take this girl here for instance: bleach-blonde hair. slutty makeup. long waxy
legs poking out from beneath a tiny skirt…at least that’s what she looks like after the
makeover I gave her. She used to be my manager down in UltraReal Bodysuits Research
and Development…that is until she told me I was wrong. Now…now she does whatever
I want her to do… In fact. in a way. I guess she is me…

Edward positioned the hard round end between his full painted lips, sighing
with self-disgust before allowing the liquid to cascade down his throat. Even
the taste of expensive champagne couldn ‘t banish the sweaty tang from the
inside of his mouth. He kept gulping straight from the bottle and every time he
thought it was gone, his mind wandered back to the lipstick ring he had left
around the base of that slimy creep ‘s cock and his desire to retch instantly
returned. Pressing his soft red mouth around the unconscious man ‘s piece had
undoubtedly been the low light of his life and he hadn ‘t stuck around to savour
it, throwing on a leather cocktail dress Madison had bought for him. he had
fled the hotel room back to the conference, which was by now in fully fledged
party mode.