I was excited as always because I was about to go out in public and hopefully I will meet some horny man with some money and get laid. Now, to make sure that I am a picture of femininity, I double checked my makeup in several mirrors from many angles. My lips were perfect and I made sure my cheeks bones and eyes popped. I wear less makeup so I am not too conspicuous. My body is feminine enough to attract those men I like. My curves were provocative, and my ass looked delicious in the knee-length black mini-skirt. The black fish nets and leather pumps gave my legs a homogenous flow. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail that was off my face and reach the middle of my back. The Pink ruffle blouse V neck exposed a generous amount of cleavage.
I got it right, I easily passed for a real girl and I loved the super power that comes with it. Being a bold confident shemale is a superpower, and men fall under my spell on sight. My super status as a female became apparent on that day when I hit the streets in drag. I wear clothes that make men drool and want me. I am confident that they jerk-off with me on their mind. I was the right height, I showed the right amount of ass, and my female sex drive was hard to quench. On this particular day things took a sudden negative tone.
I was having a great and positive day at the mall. I flirted with hot guys shamelessly and things had been going great until I spotted Butch and prayed that he wouldn’t notice me. Butch was the bully who lived in my apartment building and terrorizes me relentlessly. He was the last person I wanted to see me in drag. He already teases me and calls me names: If he saw me, I knew he was gonna give me another ass whipping. Unfortunately, he looked dead at me, and then moved towards me. I prepared myself to take my punishment because I knew how much he hates me.
However, he approached me and spoke in a voice that I didn't recognize. “Hi sweetie, my name is Jake, but everybody calls me Butch,” his voice sounded strange and he was smiling. “Hello,” I said robotically, hoping he didn’t recognize my voice. “I’m Kitty.”
