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“I love you, Alejandro,” Duncan said to his reflection in the mirror. His brows furrowed. “I love you, Alejandro. I love you more.”
The young man adjusted his dress, pulling down the silken fabric. It perfectly highlighted his sculpted pecs.
This was a very special dress.
“Yes, Alejandro,” Duncan purred into the mirror. “I got this dress custom tailored. This is a man’s dress. And I want you to fuck me like a man.”
He grunted and took off the black wig from his head. “Ah, for fuck’s sakes, I sound like a slut.”
The young man groaned and put the wig back on.
He stared deeply into the mirror with a smoldering gaze; aided by the eye shadow he'd agonized on for hours. If you squinted he looked like a hotter, buffer Audrey Hepburn. “Alejandro, I love you. I want to fuck you like an animal and I want you to spoil me rotten. I’m working on this whole gender thing. But if I know you, You’ll want to fuck me like an animal.”
Once more the wig came off. “The fucking YouTube tutorials made this shit look so easy.” he grunted.
This time the wig stayed off.
Duncan was honest. “Alejandro, I love you.”
He smiled.
“Still sucks, but he can fuck me like an animal after our date.” He smoothed down the green dress, feeling how it hugged his masculine hips and accented his strong shoulders and heavy man chest. It was truly a dress made for a man. “I would fuck me.” he smirked.
There was a horn beeping outside, “Oh shit!” he shouted, his date was here!
“Here I go!” he stammered as he quickly threw on some lipstick, put his black wig on and ran out the door to go meet Alejandro