The Terrace View Apartments Part 4

I woke up on the third day of my new life, sore all over from having slept the night in my car. Sore, but quite satisfied. After all, I’d been treated to a nighttime tour of Houston’s most erotic sights and capped off the evening with a backseat blowjob from a somewhat masculine, but admittedly very talented transvestite.

I was still wiping the sleep from my eyes when I heard the soft tapping of fingernails on my window. I looked up through the cobwebs to see Bob, my waitress from last night looking in on me. He smiled at me as I rolled down the window. Bob the waitress asked me if I was okay, and I just grinned sheepishly and tried to make up an excuse. I told him that I was on my way to register for my new apartment at Terrace View, but Earl and I finished up too late last night to check in.

Just like Earl had done last evening, Bob cocked an eyebrow and looked me up and down. Finally, he laughed and invited me to come inside "Sweet Surprises" for a cup of coffee. "You’ll need to clean up first," he said as he unlocked the door, "if you want to have any chance of getting into Terrace View."

It was 1pm, and the bar wouldn’t open until two, so I had the luxury of sitting for an hour and talking to Bob as he put on his skimpy waitress dress and makeup. The transformation was incredible, as "Bob" turned into a sexy woman before my very eyes—all the while chatting me up like it was no big deal. I tried to ask Bob, now Bobby, what he knew about the Terrace View Apartments, but I couldn’t get a straight answer so I eventually dropped the subject and just concentrated on how good Bobby was looking.

Bobby started to notice my intentions, so she handed me a big pink towel and told me that I should grab a quick shower before the rest of the girls came in for their shifts.

Which is how I found myself standing in an empty dressing room, imagining Candy, Misty, Denise, Rachael and the rest of the strippers getting ready for their various dance routines. In my imagination, I could almost hear them giggling and talking girl talk as they did their hair and shimmied into their revealing costumes. The thought was making me more than a little horny, and I decided to quickly hit the shower before one of the strippers walked in and found me masturbating in their dressing room.