Dude Looks Like A Lady

This girl I dated had a whole thing about putting me in lipstick and nylons. First time she cracked open her makeup bag, I sat there blinking like a damn raccoon while she swiped sparkly stuff on my eyelids. I hadn't worn women's anything before, but watching her climb into my lap wearing nothing but a smile made the heels and the tight skirt she gave me the next weekend feel like a fair trade. She got hotter with every zipper we pulled, every wig she tugged over my hair, even my voice climbing an octave just to hear her laugh. We'd end up tangled and sweating with her still half-laughing about the mascara running down my cheek and me still hard inside her, neither of us stopping long enough to care.