Monday, March 4, 2013

Clubbing

As the cab pulled up outside our hotel to pick us up, I shook with nervousness, suddenly having second thoughts about what we were doing. But she put her hands on the waistband of my tight shorts, whispered in my ear. "Relax, honey. Look at the driver looking at you, he's looking at you the same way all the guys at the club will. He doesn't see a man dressed as a woman, he see's sees a pretty sissy gurl, the kind he'd like to get to know better."


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