Shemale Skirt

I have long legs and I love showing them off by wearing skirts. I found a short pink skirt a few weeks ago that I just had to have. I bought the pink skirt and tried it on as soon as I arrived home at my small apartment. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that the skirt was much shorter than the ones that I usually wore. I have to be careful on what clothes I wear because I was not born a natural woman.

The skirts I wear usually go down to my knees so no peeking would happen if I bend over. Most people don’t know that I’m a shemale. I’m always afraid that my penis is going to be seen when I bend over even though I wear panties.

I decided to wear a pair of black pantyhose along with the short pink skirt. To complete my outfit for the evening, I chose a black bustier and pink high heel shoes. I also picked a pink purse that matched skirt and shoes. I did my hair and make-up before heading to my favorite nightclub.

I was relieved to find a small crowd had turned out that night. I chatted with a few fellow shemales that I knew and they all loved my short pink skirt. Yvonne, a raven-haired shemale, directed my attention to a man that was new to the club. He was nursing a drink at the bar but she told me that he had been eyeing me ever since I walked in. I thanked her for the information and made my way to the bar.

As I sat down on the bar stool, I brushed my arm against his. He looked over at me and I gave him a friendly smile. I guessed his age to be anywhere from thirty-five to forty. He smiled back at me and his hazel eyes told me that he was lonely for company. He asked is he could buy me a drink.

I nodded and the bartender took my order. He gave me his name as Jamie and he seemed to love my name, Cherrie. We talked while we waited for our drinks. I didn’t know if he knew that shemales frequently hanged out at that particular nightclub. I turned the conversation from books to transsexuals, which was not an easy task. I told him what I was and he didn’t run away. He smiled at me and told me that he was hoping that I was one.