Fill It Up Crossdress
As I mentioned in my live blog on Halloween, I stopped at a gas station to fill up before I drove to work.
“I went to the gas station I normally go to. There were no other customers, so I pulled up to the gas pump I usually use, filled up and walked inside to pay up.
“The woman who runs the place recognized my car, so she knew who I was underneath my feminine finery, but she said I looked ‘spectacular’ and that she would date me!”
So on Saturday, I returned to the gas station for my car’s weekly fill-up and touched base with the woman who runs the place.
She said she did recognize my car when I pulled up to the pump, but she did not recognize the woman driving it! She assumed someone else was driving my car.
While I was pumping gas, I waved to her and she thought that I looked familiar, but she was clueless until went inside to pay up and asked, “Do you know who I am?”
Only then did she figure me out.
On Saturday, she again praised me for my “costume,” asked how my feet put up with heels all day long and added that I could get a job as a drag queen in Kinky Boots!
Wearing Veronica Beard. |
Dale Carmen femulates on stage in The Silver Cord (2013). |
Crossdressing Bad Encounters
Crossdressing valentine an aiko story fiction
Two weeks had passed and Aiko was still waiting for a Valentine ‘s date. It wasn’t
that the boys in her class didn’t find her attractive, it wasn’t even that they didn’t
want to date her, in fact. they would do anything for Aiko. And there lay the
problem… Aiko had announced to the boys in the class that to be her Valentine
you didn’t need to give her flowers…or a card…or even write poetry…all you had
to do was take one of the heart shaped candies that lay in a bowl on the edge of
her desk. Everyone knew strange things happened to boys who ate Aiko’s candy,
rumours of it’s addictiveness and how after a single bite. boys would do anything
for another circulated. These went hand 0. hand with stories of what exactly Aiko
would make you do before giving you that precious second helping and so a
stand-off ensued…
An executive decision crossdressing fiction
Matt leant against the wall in the alley behind the bar counting his tips before hurredly stuffing the wad of cash into his leather purse. Man, this job as a feminised bunny boy sure did suck but at least it brought in a lot more money than what he was doing before.
He pulled a fur jacket over his bare shoulders and started to stumble his way home, still
getting used to high heels.