Then it happened. They walked right past our booth and looked right at me. I just stared at my soda and hoped that they wouldn’t say anything. There was no way to hide the fact that I was a cross-dressing c**k sucker. If my extra short mini skirt and skimpy little low-cut white top weren’t bad enough, the fully visible lacy pink bra was a complete giveaway.
“Hi, Jason,” Brittany said.
“Hey guys…,” I sheepishly responded.
Luckily they didn’t stop, but I could hear them laugh as they continued to their table.
“You weren’t very talkative.”
“What would you have had me say?”
“What’s the matter with things like –how’s school going or what’s new?”
“I’m embarrassed enough with them just seeing me like this. By later tonight half the campus will know that I dress like a girl and like to be f
