I Am What I Wear, 1st person
My
dog died the other day, and he was the only family I had. All my
human companions decided to leave me when they discovered that I was
a transvestite, dressing up in feminine clothes even though I am male
by birth. I guess they really didn’t love me.
Anyways, I stroll through the supermarket in my dress and come upon a lady selling apricots. As one of my favorite fruit, I can’t pass up the opportunity to buy these delectable treats. As I hand the woman the cash, she compliments me on my outfit. I thank her, and offhandedly say that it looks good on a man, if I don’t say so myself.
Anyways, I stroll through the supermarket in my dress and come upon a lady selling apricots. As one of my favorite fruit, I can’t pass up the opportunity to buy these delectable treats. As I hand the woman the cash, she compliments me on my outfit. I thank her, and offhandedly say that it looks good on a man, if I don’t say so myself.
She
smiles at me and whispers in my ear that she wears boy’s clothes
with a tie and a fake moustache. I am most amused by this
coincidental meeting with a person of my own kind. We decide to go
back to my apartment to play dress up.
During the walk to my living space, we stop in a trendy clothing store and pick out new pants, skirts, and thick-fibered sweaters. As we are checking out, the assistant at the store notices that we are buying clothes of the opposite gender. He frowns at us and starts speaking on the perversities of this world.
During the walk to my living space, we stop in a trendy clothing store and pick out new pants, skirts, and thick-fibered sweaters. As we are checking out, the assistant at the store notices that we are buying clothes of the opposite gender. He frowns at us and starts speaking on the perversities of this world.
We rush out of this store of
righteousness, ambulate to the elevator of my building, and go to the
top floor. I especially requested the top floor because of its larger
closet space.
We both dance into my room and throw outfits around in a dance of bliss, trying on each others’ clothes. I have finally found my soul mate.
We both dance into my room and throw outfits around in a dance of bliss, trying on each others’ clothes. I have finally found my soul mate.
She is What She Wears, 3rd Person
Joe lost his dog the other day. This tragedy devastates him, all the more so because Lucky was the only friend he had in the world. All his blood relatives abandoned him when they learned that he was a transvestite and dressed up as a woman on a regular basis. Joe didn’t give a darn what anybody thought of him, at least that is what he told himself. After this disconnection from his old life, he decided to rename himself Jenny.
Forget the past and move on to the present, Jenny reminds herself. So on a rather blistering summer day, Jenny strolls through the crowds of the town supermarket. She happens across a stand that sells delectable apricots. She stops long enough to purchase a few of the fruit; the woman behind the display offers pleasantries about how nice Jenny looks in her fuchsia skirt. Jenny shyly offers that even men can pull off women’s clothes if they have the right body.
The apricot seller, who introduces herself as Delilah, reveals that she covers herself with men’s clothes whenever she can get the chance. We mutually decide to go back to my apartment to try on the other gender’s apparel.
On the journey home, we come upon a boutique. We both buy some new raiment; Delilah purchases a black suit coat and I pay for a wedding dress. The assistant scowls at us because he knows that we are going to cross dress as soon as we leave his establishment.
We prance out of this holier-than-thou store, and scamper up to my room. We fling our wearables on my bed and start the process of modeling for the other person. I am finally happy with myself and feel in my heart that I have found my life-long companion.
Joe lost his dog the other day. This tragedy devastates him, all the more so because Lucky was the only friend he had in the world. All his blood relatives abandoned him when they learned that he was a transvestite and dressed up as a woman on a regular basis. Joe didn’t give a darn what anybody thought of him, at least that is what he told himself. After this disconnection from his old life, he decided to rename himself Jenny.
Forget the past and move on to the present, Jenny reminds herself. So on a rather blistering summer day, Jenny strolls through the crowds of the town supermarket. She happens across a stand that sells delectable apricots. She stops long enough to purchase a few of the fruit; the woman behind the display offers pleasantries about how nice Jenny looks in her fuchsia skirt. Jenny shyly offers that even men can pull off women’s clothes if they have the right body.
The apricot seller, who introduces herself as Delilah, reveals that she covers herself with men’s clothes whenever she can get the chance. We mutually decide to go back to my apartment to try on the other gender’s apparel.
On the journey home, we come upon a boutique. We both buy some new raiment; Delilah purchases a black suit coat and I pay for a wedding dress. The assistant scowls at us because he knows that we are going to cross dress as soon as we leave his establishment.
We prance out of this holier-than-thou store, and scamper up to my room. We fling our wearables on my bed and start the process of modeling for the other person. I am finally happy with myself and feel in my heart that I have found my life-long companion.
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