Pretty Woman

"Found you some shoes. I hope they fit." she said, and a second later Tyler was staring into the closet mirror. He looked as sexy as he felt, tracing the lines of his legs and ass, pushed up by strappy black heels. The miniskirt was short enough to be inviting but not slutty, and his torso actually looked like a woman's if he didn't look too closely- which most men in clubs didn't. Shay had helped him put on mascara and eye shadow, and lined his plump lips with cherry red gloss. The only problem he could see was how short his hair was, but Emily came up with a solution for that a second later with a suggestion of "Let's style his hair with that sparkly gel you have. You know how Gia has her hair done? I think Ty's haircut is close enough." And after another brief stint in the bathroom Tyler was looking at a moderately attractive woman instead oft he usual masculine reflection he was used to.

The club they went to was one he'd never heard of before, and as they walked in, he saw why. In one corner there was a crowd around a woman on the floor being spanked. Another corner held a tangled mass of barely clothed limbs writhing around in an overtly sexual way, so he was pretty sure he knew what they were doing. And in the middle of it all, was a dance floor where apparently anything went. Just watching the closest couple, two men, grinding on each other was enough to make his cock perk up again. He trailed after Emily to the bar, and it took all of five minutes for someone to be at his side. The man was short and chubby, with a shirt featuring too many undone buttons and a popped collar. He looked to be about his late fifties.

"Hey good-looking, can I buy you a drink?" he offered with a sleazy smile, and Tyler gave him an uncertain smile back, unused to being treated like this.

"Um, that's okay. No thanks." he said, aware that his husky voice was barely passable. The man seemed to take a better look at him through the dimly lit atmosphere, and his smile dropped immediately.