I’ve been out in a club in Birmingham. I went with my cross dresser friends Claire and Sandy. Well it was late and I got chatting to a cute guy and I’m nearly the last to leave as had happened for too often before when I had a few too many and a lot of fun dancing and partying. before they all head to the exit and I haven’t even got my bag from the cloakroom.
I rush to get my crap and realise that I haven’t got time to change into boy clothes before I leave. I rush out the door and can’t see my girlfriends anywhere.
In my stupidly high heels I start running in the direction I think Claire’s car is in, I think it’s red a Toyota or something. They aren’t there or anywhere. I keep running but my heel breaks and a fall and graze my knees and now have blood running down my legs. My plans are bloody and I have no idea where I am at all.
I start to cry. Tears running down my face a pitiful girl on the floor, my stockings in shreds one shoe broken all to hell, lost and no way home.
Through my pain I hear a voice. It’s a young guy he says. Hey are you okay? Obviously I’m really not so I just keep crying.
I feel a gentle hand on my back. It feels warm friendly , comforting and he says. “Hey my name is NC”
I turn and look up at him, he looks so strong and young and beautiful. I say please take me home and take me to bed.
He does and it’s the best life of my night. |
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