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Bob handed her the chart and she began to read aloud, “Tyrone has, by far, the worst case of impotence I have ever encountered in my thiry years of experience. No treatment, medications or surgery has helped him. My best recommendation is for him to become a monk.”
The Cross Dresser
“Hey, how about going out for a drink after work, Marsha?”
“No, Eric. It’s been a long day and I just want to go home and crawl into a hot bath with a bottle of wine,” she said. Marsha acted overly tired so as not to hurt his feelings since it was his first week.
Eric shrugged off the refusal then smiled after her comment. “Need any help?” Eric asked, pepping up quickly.
“Ha, Ha,” she replied while walking away.
Marsha undressed from work while she looked into her closet for something comfortable to put on. Amongst her vast array of business and formal wear was some men’s clothing she had gathered from past boyfriends and overnight liaisons she’d met and basically used for companionship and sex. She slipped out of her heels and let her skirt fall to the ground. Damn that crap is so uncomfortable.
She wiggled her toes and gazed at a sport coat hanging in the corner. As she put it on she could still smell the faint fragrance of cologne in the fabric. Nathan, this was Nathan’s, she remembered fondly as she smiled and licked her lips. It fit loosely, but it looked rather stylish. So she tore through her closet and drawers looking for something to match the jacket. Good thing brown is an easy color to match, she thought.
She stared into the mirror and thought, Shit, I look pretty damn good for a guy! The sports bra held her breasts tight to her so with all the layers she could pass for being a guy.
There was something missing. Oh yes! She rolled up a couple socks and tucked them into her pants to give the illusion of being a man. Of course, the bulge in her pants reminded her of a man she knew. He had a HUGE bulge, and knew how to use it!
Damn, keeping this thing straight is a bitch! No wonder guys are always adjusting themselves. The finishing touch was a Stetson cowboy hat with her hair tucked in. Then, never being one to shy away from a new experience, Marsha was out the door to the local hot spot to see if she could pull this off.
At the club Marsha blended in nicely. Probably better than expected. At the end of the bar was an attractive woman staring at her. She was very tall but slender with shoulder-length hair and wearing a sporty dress and cowboy boots—pretty cute. She
looked like someone she might have seen before shopping or something.
Now she’d never thought about this situation. At first Marsha was a little uncomfortable but at the same time it was a little exciting.
“You wanna dance?” the woman asked.
“Uh, sure,” Marsha replied, trying to lower her voice.
After a couple of line dances and a few Jack Daniel’s, ‘Mark’ was feeling a lot better. As the ‘Boot Scoot Boogie’ ended they started to play Toby Keith’s new slow ballad and the woman, whose name was Erica, grabbed her to slow dance. She grabbed her tightly to keep the charade going but wasn’t sure if the woman would notice her otherwise female features.
God, this woman is attractive and smells so good.
“You don’t talk too much, do you Mark?” Erica whispered.
Marsha couldn’t help but hold tighter to this woman as she thought about being with another woman. She wasn’t a lesbian or anything, but the thought had crossed her mind before. Like when one of her male friends was making love to her and she needed something to fantasize about other than the guy’s hairy ass.
Suddenly Erica grasped her ass and kissed her on the neck right below the ear.
WOW!
She slowly moved her hand around the front and grabbed hard onto the sock. Erica whispered into her ear, “Let’s get out of here.” Then bit on her earlobe.
Oh man, what do I do? she thought, ideas racing through her mind.
Back at her place, Marsha set out some wine, turned the lights down and put on some soft music just like all her boyfriends had done. Also, it gave her time to think of how to explain to Erica about what was going on. She glanced over and saw the firelight faintly flickering on Erica’s face making her look that much more attractive. How the hell am I going to pull this off? she thought to herself. I am going to tell her I was curious about dressing and acting like a man. And that I am so sexually motivated by her that I want to…no, I can’t.
She handed Erica a glass of wine. Sitting down across from her, Marsha smiled shyly.
“Uh, Erica, uh, I’d like—,” she stuttered.
“Don’t be shy, Mark. I’m a big girl,” Erica said as she slid off the couch and sat in front of Marsha between her legs. She set her hands on Marsha’s legs, and moved them slowly up to her sides. Gently grasping Marsha’s neck, she motioned her to come closer until their mouths met. She slightly parted her mouth, barely tracing Marsha’s lips with the tip of her tongue. They were so soft. Marsha was almost euphoric with pleasure as she opened her eyes.
“I need to tell you something,” she said as Erica leaned her back in the chair.
Marsha couldn’t move as Erica slowly kissed her neck and licked the perspiration beading up around her neckline. There was no turning back now. Intense excitement built up inside her. Erica slowly unbuttoned the shirt exposing Marsha’s breasts. Looking surprised, Erica wickedly smiled. She was amazed at the way Marsha’s breasts firmed to her attentions and buried her face into the cleavage and pulled the bra up with her teeth.
