Cross-dresser Drinks Cum

Checking myself out in the mirror, I didn't look anything like a real chick. But I felt sexy as hell. I struck a few poses like I'd seen in the Victoria's Secret catalog.

That's when the front door opened and then slammed shut.

"Hello?" Nikki called.

I searched for a place to run, but it was hopeless. It was a small apartment, and all my clothes were in the bedroom. There was no way of cleaning up my face and getting my clothes without Nikki seeing. So, I stood hopelessly on the fuzzy, pink mat in front of Nikki's shower.

She rounded the corner into the bathroom and froze when she saw me.

My skin was crawling. I wished like hell I could've melted into the floor. But I had no choice but to stand there and let Nikki stare, her mouth agape.

"What the fuck?" she asked. "Is that my bra and panties?"

"I can explain everything," I said.

"Ok," Nikki said, while folding her arms. "Go ahead."

"Well, see, I came in like your note said, and-- well, I don't know -- I just sort of--"

I paused to take a deep breath. Nikki arched her eyebrows.

"Well," she said. "I'm waiting."

I exhaled.

"Aw, fuck it," I said. "You wanna know the truth? I'm a secret fag. I like dressing in chick's clothes."

"Really?" Nikki asked.

"Yeah, really," I said.

"You like sucking cocks, too?" she asked.

The question took me by surprise.

"What?" I asked.

"Cocks," she said. "You know-- on your knees, pleasuring a guy, letting him shoot a load in you mouth. You have heard of cocksucking, haven't you?"

"Yeah," I said. "I've heard of it, and, yeah, I like it."

Nikki snickered. I still wasn't sure if she was pissed or not.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"This is quite the surprise," she said. "I guess I should've known. You do seem to enjoy snowballing just a little too much."