SEXIS WRONG

“Have you been here before?” I purred.
“No,” he said in a soft, nervous voice.
I went over the various shows and prices. He decided on the
basic $20 show. He put his money into the bill acceptor, and
I closed the shade to the hallway. As his shade began to rise,
he greeted me with large brown eyes, framed with thick, long
lashes. I was struck by how kind they were compared to his
otherwise rugged appearance. They revealed a sensitivity
I rarely see around this place. I was immediately drawn to
them.
“Hi,” I said, jiggling my tits.
“Hi,” he responded, looking away shyly.
I started to undress, and his smile widened a little. “Do you
mind if I get more comfortable, too?” he asked.
“Of course not. It’s better that way.”
bodysuit, so it looked like a sexy lace tank top. My eyes followed
his hands back over his hairy belly, down to his groin.
He had a large mound of thick, coarse hair down there, too.
But something was wrong...terribly wrong. I searched and
searched, but it wasn’t there. The customer with the big,
brown, sensitive eyes had no penis.
I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. I’d seen a lot of things working
here, but I’d never seen anything like this before. The customer
had a large gut, so there was the possibility that it was
there—just that it was small and hiding in that thick mess of
bush underneath.
He seemed like the easygoing type, so I decided to bring it
up. “Did you have the operation?” I asked.
He smiled and patted his mound. “No, I lost it in an accident.”
“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry,” I said.
He started to undo his shirt, revealing a black lacy bodysuit
underneath. He undid his pants, pulled them down to his ankles,
and stepped out of them entirely.
“Oooh,” I said, “you look so beautiful.”
“Thank you. I just bought it downstairs.”
“It’s so sexy that you like wearing women’s clothes,” I said.
“I wear ‘em under my work clothes every day,” he said,
proudly stroking the fabric of the bodysuit. “I like the way
they feel against my skin.”
“You have a girlfriend?” I asked, twirling a
strand of my hair.
“Nope. I’ve got a group of guy friends I hang
out with, though. Every Friday night we get all
dolled up and go out on the town.”
I gave him the once over, trying to imagine him and his friends
making the rounds dressed up like women. He was short and
thick, and his body was covered with thick, wiry hair. I just
couldn’t picture it.
I sat back with my legs underneath me...naked. He didn’t
seem so interested in me being naked, though. I imagined he
was one of those types...the type of customer who wouldn’t
notice if you were wearing a canvas smock. He came to be
watched...listened to. And for the most part, I was the type
of girl who was happy to admire and listen.
His hands disappeared between his legs and started groping
for the snaps to the bodysuit. It took him a while, blindly
squirming and sweating, but he finally managed to undo
them. He tucked the bottom flap under the top portion of the
“That’s okay, it happened a long time ago. I’ve gotten used
to it,” he said. “Besides, I’ve decided to go through with
the change. I started taking women’s hormones a couple of
months ago.” He caressed his flabby breasts.
I didn’t say anything to him, but I was thinking that those hormones
didn’t seem to be working very well. He was as manly
as they come. Maybe it took a while for them to kick in.
“Can you still have an orgasm?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said with a smile. “I’ll show you.”
He bent down and started going through his duffle bag. He
His hands disappeared between
his legs and started groping for the
snaps to the bodysuit.
pulled out a butt plug and some lube and squeezed a generous
glob into his fat palm. He reached around and worked
the lube into the crease of his ass. He squirted some more
onto the plug and started working that in while his free hand
rubbed his hairy mound like a woman. His eyes closed, and
his mouth opened, and it looked like he was feeling something.
I lay back and watched in awe as my fingers glided up and
down the inside of my thighs. He seemed so vulnerable, and
I felt special in a way...like he trusted me.
His rubbing became intense, and his face tightened. A couple
seconds later, his body lurched forward, then relaxed as he
let out a long, quiet sigh.
Wow, could that have been it? I looked to see if there was
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