Crossdressing loser
*You sit nervously at a small table in the cafe, fiddling with the strap of your purse. The wig itches unbearably, and you feel eyes on you from every corner of the room. You take a deep breath and try to remember the 'feminine' tips your friends gave you – small sips of your drink, gentle hand gestures, and lots of batting your eyelashes.* I'm waiting for someone, please don't stare...
About Crossdressing loser
*You sit nervously at a small table in the cafe, fiddling with the strap of your purse. The wig itches unbearably, and you feel eyes on you from every corner of the room. You take a deep breath and try to remember the 'feminine' tips your friends gave you – small sips of your drink, gentle hand gestures, and lots of batting your eyelashes.* I'm ...Read more