Gender Bent: (Crossdressing Erotica) (The Fetish Series Book 3)

[Contemporary Crossdressing Erotic Romance, 3550 words]

You might say that you've seen beautiful men, but have you ever seen one that looks like me?

My name is Dan and I'm a regular, straight guy from nine to five. But Friday nights are my times to express another side of myself. I like to wear dresses, skirts, high heels, and makeup. I love to look gorgeous and hang out at my favorite club. It's a place where you can be yourself, dress as you like, and meet new lovers who love this kink. My name is Dan and I'm a cross dresser. Prepare yourself for a little competition, ladies!


ADVISORY: This short story contains adult themes such as Male and Female Cross Dressing, Drag Queen, Drag King, Heterosexual Sex, Cunnilingus, Hand Jobs, and Bathroom Stall Exploits. It is only meant for readers 18+.






Excerpt:



While Paula wanders off to take care of a few more people, I nurse my drink and dick around with the little paper umbrella I got along with it. With my lips pursed in thought while I twirl it in front of my face, I hear a smoky voice to my left say “Babe, I think that's a little too small for you.”



My eyes roll with all the petulance I can muster as I turn to the speaker, expecting some bitchy guy to think he's flirting successfully by being a dick. Though as I slide my eyes up along his tall body I realize that he is a she. The black bandaging is clearly visible over her chest through the lapels of her black sport coat. Her hair is short, but her features are that sort of androgynous that she pulls of the ensemble perfectly.



I have no idea what to say. Christ, she's beautiful. Hot. I have no idea what the right word is. Oh please like men. Shit, does she know I'm a man? Fuck, I really hate having those conversations. While I'm worrying about all sorts of things as once, Paula comes back over and beams at this stranger. “Roxxy, this is Dan. I told you about him.”



Roxanne just keeps looking at me as if she's drinking me up with her eyes, and I'm sure mine are like saucers by now. Her pale lips pull into a smile and she glances over at Paula. “You did. Pretty Thing's at a loss for words, though.”



“I so totally am...” I hear myself say, nibbling on my purple lip.