“It’s $300 an hour. There’s the ATM, I’ll go with you.”
I had to know her. I had to get her story. But I didn’t have the money to do so.
The free way to do it was to dress up like her, I thought.
Little did I know, it entailed more than standing on the street corner in a long brown wig, a tight red dress, chewing gum, and marching in fishnet stockings and high-heeled boots.
Note: This story contains transgender love, crossdresser and crossdressing, sissification and feminisation, sissy femboy romance, male to female first time feminization, transgender romance, and first time with a transgender woman tropes. Some real places and people were referenced but the story is a work of fiction. The cover image is from Brightlucky Press.
I had to know her. I had to get her story. But I didn’t have the money to do so.
The free way to do it was to dress up like her, I thought.
Little did I know, it entailed more than standing on the street corner in a long brown wig, a tight red dress, chewing gum, and marching in fishnet stockings and high-heeled boots.
Note: This story contains transgender love, crossdresser and crossdressing, sissification and feminisation, sissy femboy romance, male to female first time feminization, transgender romance, and first time with a transgender woman tropes. Some real places and people were referenced but the story is a work of fiction. The cover image is from Brightlucky Press.