Patreon Interactive Crossdress Story
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“Sonya,” he says with his mouth still full. “Think about what I’m going to ask you before you answer…ok?” He asks swallowing down his bite of the sandwich.
Pushing my hand into my hip, like I’d seen women do on the TV, I strike a sassy pose.
“What is it, Matt?” I question with a feminine attitude in my voice.
“Well…,” he pauses and points at my dress. “You know how you’re dressed like that?”
“Yeah?”
“Well… you,” he stops and his face turns bright red. “You….. kinda…. Look um… cute.”
“You what?” I ask abruptly.
I was utterly taken aback by his comment. I mean I want to look cute and that’s amazing that he thinks I am, but he’s my best friend and I absolutely think it’s weird for him to be calling me cute!
“I….” he stutters. “Please don’t think I’m attracted to you or anything!”
“You just called me cute Matt!” I exclaim as I take a step back from him.
“I know!” he says looking down at the floor. His face still bright red with embarrassment. “Will you just listen to my idea?”
“What Idea?” I uncomfortably ask.
“Well, you know how the kids at the skate park are always calling us losers?”
“Don’t remind me,” I answer with a gloomy tone.
“They are always saying we will never get girlfriends right?” Matt states as I see the embarrassment disappear from his face and his eyes fill with excitement. “I thought, with you dressed like that, we could go down to the skate park and you can pretend to be my girlfriend!”
Matt puts his hand up in the air, expecting me to high-five on his idea. Usually, I would, but this idea, I wasn’t so sure.
“No way!” I cry “They’d know it was me dressed like this straight away! They’d bully us for sure!”
“Why would they?” he asks as his raised hand fulls with disappointment to his side.
“Matt, you knew it was me, didn’t you!” I explain. “You may think I look cute, but it’s still pretty obvious that it’s me in a dress!”
Matt snaps his fingers, like the bright bulb of an idea has just turned on inside his head. A smile races across his face.
“You need a wig!” he grins. “My sisters got a long wig at home! I will rush over and get it.”
