Chapter 50

As it happened, Yann could walk just fine in four-inch stiletto heels.

"I taught my sisters." He bragged as he pranced around the room.

Yann had gone all out this time. In addition to the shoes, he'd bought make-up, jewelry and re-styled his hair to be more feminine. The dress itself was very simple; the proverbial little black dress. It was sleeveless - which surprisingly gave the second biggest clue that he was a guy and not a flat-chested chick - with a v-neck and a mid-thigh hemline.

The biggest clue was the vulgar dick prominently outlined standing against Yann's stomach. The 'panties' he chosen for the night include a sleeve that held him in that obscene position whether he was hard or not.

The rest of the boys looked just as good - and far more respectable - in black suits. And they all made a show of treating Yann like a 'lady' the whole evening.

Ivan had one ace up his sleeve - he had known the restaurant's head chief in school. So Ivan and Zane helped prep and serve our meal. After we ate, the owner and the head chief sat with us for a while. I promised them we have dinner there every time we were in town.

The club after was a gay bar I'd been to before, but always felt out-classed. The guys there were usually crazy hot and I usually spent the evening leaning against the bar alone. This time, I had Prince Ivan leaning with me.