Whatever dreams may cum

I just have to share with you an experience that I hope someday becomes real. It was cool Saturday night in August and I was out at the club with some friends. I was wearing a black and blue stripped dressed that went down to my thighs. It wasn't quite a mini, but you could see my sexy black thong underneath. I had long black hair, and awesome makeup on. I looked like a complete slut. Dark purple lipstick some purple eyeshadow, and black eyeliner. I was chubby, but I was still smokin. Not even my s****r looks as good as me!

I was sipping on my bl**dy mary, when HE strolled on up.

"You wanna dance?" he asked slyly.

I looked up at him, not sure if I had heard him properly over the din of the music in the club. He was wearing a pair of levis and green tee-shirt. He actually wasn't very muscular, but he was tall. More thin and lanky than muscular. I imagined him in knickers and my mind raced. Surely, he wasn't trying to pick up on me.

"I'm sorry? Are you talking to me?" I asked in nervous disbelief the pitch in my voice almost breaking. Looking nervously around for the "girls" I had come into the club with.

They were all shaking their skinny booties on dancefloor to the music. I, the chubby uncoordinated one, was sticking by the far corner bar.

It wasn't that I was trying to go unnoticed, but I have low self-esteem, so I was really surprised to see this guy standing in front of me. I thought some of his friends put him up to it.

He asked me again, "You wanna dance? You look really sexy!"

My heart started to pound in fear. What? Who? Me? Dance? Floor? What was I supposed to do? My mind was racing, hundreds of thoughts shooting through my head. My synapses overloading. What would he think if he found out that I was not really a woman, but a man? What should I do?

"I can't." I replied shyly.

"Sure you can, everyone can dance! Come on I'll show you." he stated jovially.

"Lets just sit down and chat first" I said then, staring into his eyes.