Jobe, Cross Dresser Extraordinaire

"Your so cool." She didn't seem to hear.

"You know Joe I used to think I was a lesbo but now I think the reason I like women is that I just need to be on top ya know? I need to fuck not get fucked ya see?"

"I can't relate…" Holy shit! Is she coming on to me?

"With which part?"

"I wouldn't know about being a lesbo."

"HAHAHAHA! Oh look, it's time to go back to work, chop chop Joe."

The rest of the day was a blur. What the fuck had just happened to me?

I decided that Wendy had come on to me. Even if she hadn't I wanted her, and when guys like chicks they let them know, right? I suddenly started to feel very excited. I didn't just want to come on to her I wanted to wow her, do something that would say; "Hey I may be guy but I can still be your bitch."

And so I invented Jubilee. She wears a long skirt, a baggy sweater, braids her long black hair into pony tails and wears red lipstick and fake nails. My own nails aren't long enough you see. Of course she'd shaved her body real good. The baggy clothes disguised my male (if girly) frame.

I looked good as a girl. I wasn't my type mind you, but I was dressed for a certain dyke.

Wendy was shy with me Thursday and Friday, she seemed down. I think she thought I had sent her some negative signal. But it would soon be remedied.

I knew the first bar she always went to start her hunt. Jubilee was waiting for her there.

I wasn't nervous at all; I could see that more then half the people that saw me couldn't tell I was a man. I would let Wendy get a little drunk, and then I'd be sure to go undetected. She always started off with two beers.

I could see her go into hunting mode. After her second beer she sat up and looked around, scanning the room for possible playmates. I ordered a beer and didn't look at her.

Then some punk sat down next to me. Oh shit.

"So how much?" The comedy.

"Dude, I'm a guy."