In the shadows of the city park

It is gonna be just one of those nights again.
A night where the depraved girl in me won't stay quiet, demanding control and attention. I could feel it during the day already and now that the sun is about to set and the streets are slowly but surely emptying as I find myself in my appartment getting ready for what is to come.

I am just about to finish my makeup as suddenly my phone vibrates.
'Hmm a message from Mark to come down to the pub to get some drinks with the boys. Well sorry fellas not tonight.'
I quickly make up an excuse and get back to my final preparations.
20 minutes later I'm contemplating myself in the mirror. It's always a sight as magical as the first time, leaving me with butterflies in my belly. My lean slightly feminine physique surely helps my androgynous look. Tonight I decided to wear my red curly wig and went for an appropriate make up style, including smoky eyes and red lipstick. My pale skin was clean shaven and I had donned on my black lingerie as well as my fake breasts and some black stockings. A nice bordeaux blouse, a black folded mini skirt as well as my doc martens boots completed my look.
I wink at the beautiful green-eyed girl in the mirror, before I take my keys and leave for the usual hunting spot.

The street lights put the whole city in a yellowish glow and a light breeze ruffles my skirt as I exit my appartment building.
'I can't wait for it. Better hurry.' With that thought in mind, I start going with fast paces towards St. Quentin Park. This park which is located a half hour away by foot from my home, is one of the smaller city parks and known for some more deviant behavior at night. It is especially frequented by transwomen and crossdressers as well as their admirers.

A little later, I'm slightly panting as I arrive at the gate.
'Uuh, maybe I shouldn't have walked that fast.' I take a moment to catch my breath as a stranger walks by me, giving me an intense look before continuing.
I think about calling him over but refrain as it could just be a passerby on his way home. Again composed and ready I continue towards the usual spot, hoping to find a familiar face as I'm not in the mood to wait for a long time until someone approaches me.