Checking myself out in the mirror, I didn't look anything like a real chick. But I felt sexy as hell. I struck a few poses like I'd seen in the Victoria's Secret catalog.
That's when the front door opened and then slammed shut.
"Hello?" Nikki called.
I searched for a place to run, but it was hopeless. It was a small apartment, and all my clothes were in the bedroom. There was no way of cleaning up my face and getting my clothes without Nikki seeing. So, I stood hopelessly on the fuzzy, pink mat in front of Nikki's shower.
She rounded the corner into the bathroom and froze when she saw me.
My skin was crawling. I wished like hell I could've melted into the floor. But I had no choice but to stand there and let Nikki stare, her mouth agape.
"What the fuck?" she asked. "Is that my bra and panties?"
"I can explain everything," I said.
"Ok," Nikki said, while folding her arms. "Go ahead."
"Well, see, I came in like your note said, and-- well, I don't know -- I just sort of--"
I paused to take a deep breath. Nikki arched her eyebrows.
"Well," she said. "I'm waiting."
I exhaled.
"Aw, fuck it," I said. "You wanna know the truth? I'm a secret fag. I like dressing in chick's clothes."
"Really?" Nikki asked.
"Yeah, really," I said.
"You like sucking cocks, too?" she asked.
The question took me by surprise.
"What?" I asked.
"Cocks," she said. "You know-- on your knees, pleasuring a guy, letting him shoot a load in you mouth. You have heard of cocksucking, haven't you?"
"Yeah," I said. "I've heard of it, and, yeah, I like it."
Nikki snickered. I still wasn't sure if she was pissed or not.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"This is quite the surprise," she said. "I guess I should've known. You do seem to enjoy snowballing just a little too much."
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