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Spring Fever
by Giselle Renarde
Category: Erotica/Bisexual Erotica
Description: Dotschy's in love with a cross dresser. No, not in love. It's just spring fever. Really it is... After a rough break up, Dotschy doesn't want to think about love everlasting. When spring comes around and she can't stop smiling at Connor the sweet and sensitive semi-closet trans-curious sometimes-cross-dresser, she convinces herself it's just infatuation. That doesn't stop her from wanting him though. It doesn't stop her from getting him either.
eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [36 KB]
Words: 6423
Reading time: 18-25 min.
Connor, dressed as a woman, stood before me in a light pink sweater with pearly plastic buttons down the front. It was the type of sweater a mommy picks out for her little girl. That's the spirit in which Connor dressed himself. Sure, he had plenty of life experience as a man, but he was a novice female. His skirt was a more mature tweedy grey shot with pink, slit in the back and just covering his knees. Did he shave his legs? I couldn't tell, what with the pantyhose. His shoes matched his sweater. His nails matched his sweater. Connor pulled off the look beautifully. He looked almost elegant in his black Kiss of the Spider Woman wig. His boobs were generous, but he had a natural paunch to match. Despite his height, he didn't look curiously tall. He looked perfect, actually. His glasses were the same pair he wore as a man. They suited him both ways.
Soft. That was Connor dressed as a woman. He was soft. Soft pinks, soft body, soft curves. I ran my hand across his cheek. That was soft, too. No trace of stubble. Before I arrived at his house, I'd wondered if I would be as attracted to Connor dressed as a woman as I was to Connor dressed as a man. "You look beautiful." I kissed his smooth cheek, lingering close. Those sparkling blue eyes were Connor. The clothes were different, but the person was the same. I would easily have made out with him and not just to see if passers-by would throw stuff at us.
"You look fabulous, dear," he said. His voice lilted, neither high nor low.
"Fabulous?" I chuckles. "Honey, you're a woman, you're not gay! Try 'lovely' or 'gorgeous.'"
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