High Fashion Queen & High Fashion Queen Redux
Copyright© 2024 by Melanieatplay
Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - In a highly sexually charged tale, Jesse, a diminutive Asian teenager who is discovering his sexuality, gets help from his BFF from middle school, Sara, to dress as a woman. As Jesse's true calling emerges, a spontaneous blowjob sets the stage for him to become the woman of his dreams. As more characters weave their way into the story, they both have a night they will never forget.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual CrossDressing Fiction School Oral Sex
I couldn’t believe it, they were actually buying it! Ryan had no idea who I was! And his friends ... they were looking at me like I was on the menu! I could feel their eyes moving up and down my body as they not-so-subtly checked me out. This was actually really fun and I could feel my confidence growing exponentially with each passing second. Then Sara grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her car.
“C’mon, Jessica, we’d better get going; talk to you later, Ryan.”
I witnessed the disappointed look on Ryan and his friends’ faces as Sara pulled me towards her car.
“Don’t forget about that beer, Sara,” Ryan said desperately.
I heard chirping sounds coming from her car as she unlocked the doors. Once we were both in the front seat we looked at each other in amazement.
“I thought he was going to immediately recognize me.”
“Nonsense, with me as your makeup artist they didn’t stand a chance.”
I was shaking from the very unexpected experience of meeting Ryan and his friends and I was still trying to regain my composure.
“You’d better work on your woman’s voice. You would have been in trouble had they not been so preoccupied trying to mentally undress you.”
“Do guys ... ummm ... always look at you like that?”
She shot me a soft smile. “They do when you look like you do, Jesse.”
On our way to the Piranha we had a chance to talk quite a bit, which gave me time to practice my woman’s voice. By the time we got there I had it down really well and I was almost certain it wouldn’t give me away.
During our conversation, I also came to another conclusion. This wasn’t going to work if I did it half-assed. Like RuPaul always says, “You have to own it.” I was either going to go all the way and be this new and improved person Sara had created or I was going to continue to be a joke like I’d always been. I made the silent decision that no matter what happened tonight I was going to own it even if it killed me.
We exited her car together and stepped into the Piranha, where we were greeted by the loud, thumping house music that was blaring through the club’s large speakers. It looked exactly like all the pictures I had seen online.
The club had at least a dozen large stone columns on each side of the expansive dance floor and it also had hot blue and red lighting that gave the place a fresh and hip vibe. I couldn’t believe how many people were here. God, the entire gay community of Las Vegas must have decided to show up tonight. There were so many people drinking and dancing, I knew it was going to be difficult to get up to the bar and order drinks.
As we fought our way through the crowd, I looked around and observed how everyone was dressed. Of course, I looked at the guys first. Some of them were dressed in very traditional clothes: jeans, Dockers, and some even wore very stylish suits. In contrast, some of the more flamboyant guys were wearing leather gear and very elaborate costumes. I even saw a group of guys in the corner dressed as The Village People, which made me chuckle.
