Mark swishes into the mannequin, possessing the plastic as he stares at his reflection in the bright glass wall. "Isn't it such a darling?" he whirls around, checking himself out in enthusiasm. "I bet it'll look even better on you. I've worn this once to go hang out with Joppa and guess what? He f****d me hard right there in the restaurant. We made good use of the back toilets,"
"Mark!" I find my voice. "I can't dress like a girl. Don't be foolish,"
"Of course you can! Tell me, what's the difference between a girly gay man and a lady? Nothing, just that the girly gay man still has a d**k and he's got no hot plums on his chest to boast of," He wrings his hands impatiently. "Now, be a sweet little cupcake and try it on. Oh, I'd also style your hair. It's sticking out at all corners and lon
