The following morning Jason put on the white thong and then one of his white shirts and his Armani suit. After combing his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror. It was hard to believe it was the same person who the previous night had put her hair in a ponytail.
He had a difficult time concentrating at work. What Valerie had asked him kept on creeping back into his mind. In his fantasies, Nina would go home with guys and then let them f**k her in any position they wanted. She loved sucking c**k and having her p***y eaten out. The problem was, Nina, in reality, didn’t have a p***y, and that was something that he hadn’t thought about when he had decided to dress up. The idea of being with a man wasn’t as disgusting as he had thought at first. Mike had believed he was a woman, and as
