June 22,2013 2:15 PM
I put my Toyota in park in the back of CrossSwords, a bar often visited by minors bearing fake ID's. It was far enough away from my hometown to not be known by everyone, but close enough to maintain contact with places that supplies the necessities. I examined myself in the mirror, swearing under my breath. With shaky hands I dug out my cell phone, making a call.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg9J3LUR5uc
The phone was answered on the second ring.
"What can I do for you, baby?" the slightly feminine, husky voice asked.
"Got a change of clothes?" I asked, running the fingers of my left hand through my hair. I had done this a few times now but the jitters still got to me.
"Come on in; I'll treat you good, baby."
I cringed. There would be a price to pay later, but for tonight I could be free. I took the key from the ignition, slipping it into my back pocket before sliding inside the back door.
Kayla met me just inside the door, pulling me into a hug. "Miss me baby?" she purred. Internally I cringed; the trans woman was far from my type, but when you dance with sin you have to pay the price. If the price for a bit of freedom meant grinding against a trans woman who smelled of booze and cheap perfume, well it was a price I was willing to take.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytkAmAVkOp
So I played along as she trailed kisses down my neck, careful not to mark me in visible places. Her body so close to mine gave hints of the few remaining signs that she was born male. I closed my eyes, feigning pleasure from her touch when in reality she was the last person whose hands I wanted to touch my skin.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLiervFrQP3
Soon her hands moved, dumping an outfit into my arms with a wink, before slipping out the door into the main part of the bar. I shook my head, feeling sorry for any unlucky bastard who fell for Kayla's charm. Of all the things Kayla did nice, slow loving wasn't one of them.
I slipped into the changing room, ditching my clothes on the floor. I pulled the red dancing dress up, thankful that the top was padded enough to hide my obviously male chest. The dress was cut to be seductive, and in the neon lights I would appear feminine enough to the wasted fools pouring their hearts out on a bar stool. How I envy their ability to drown their problems in cheap booze and one nightstands.
I grabbed a nearby makeup bag, digging through the contents. Red lipstick made my lips fuller. Mascara made my long lashes more feminine. Eye liner, eye shadow, blush. I painted my face, creating a mask to conceal my true identity. It was a burning fever; a rush to create the persona I would be, even if only for a night.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBVewBia9oK
A wig completed the look; dark brown, curly locks that helped erase most visible traces of masculinity from sight. I grabbed a drink, not caring who it belonged to. The alcohol burned my throat, but gave me the courage I needed to step through the door into the neon lights.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWvibDPlIRh
June 22, 2013 11:42 PM388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCnRW8Jo67L
I drifted from table to table, tossing back shots of whatever was thrown my way. The alcohol only fueled my courage. Men and women offered money, whispered words promised me a good time. From time to time I would allow a woman to lead me to one of the back rooms and worship her skin. On my knees before men in darken corners I shamelessly brought them pleasure, playing ever bit the bitch in heat.
She called me over to her side. The woman was the most beautiful thing in sight.Her thigh high leather boots held two inch heels. Her skirt tightly hugged her curved, the slightly movement gave peaks of forbidden skin. A bra would have covered more skin than her top did.
She pushed her beer toward me, so I took a sip.
"You could do better," she whispered softly. The familiar alcoholic buzz was starting to take effect. 388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7PqwQrIIgK
"What if I don't want better?" I questioned, slowly looking the woman up and down. She only shook her head, a pitying look on her face.
"You can't kill your sorrows here. Come with me. I can show you a good time, better than anything anyone else could give you," she promised, running her fingers lightly along my thigh. Her tough was like fire, burning me. Her voice was seductive, calling to me from so close, yet so far away. In that moment, my confidence slipped away.
"I..I dunno," I mumbled slowly, feeling like a lowly virgin standing before the goddess, and I didn't even know her name.388Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUpIDkijQYZ
"Trust me," she whispered, moving her hand up to cup my chin. For a split second my eyes met hers.
"Ok," I said slowly, allowing her to lead more toward one of the back rooms, and toward the beginning of the end.ns188.8.131.52da2