He looked out over the water and basked in the warmth of the sun on his face. Summer was definitely here. He took a sip of his drink and thought about the last six months.
It had been hard work. The agony of waxing his body, the evening spent learning about make-up, the countless hours spent practicing his walk, and more importantly, his voice. But it was all worth it for this moment. He had arrived at the beach in broad daylight dressed in a stripped top and a new pair of soft capris pants. He put a scarf on his head to protect against the sun and just for the fashion of it. Then he walked into a seaside cafe and ordered a drink. His heart was in his throat as the young waitress took his order but to his delight she didn't notice that was anything was unusual. He ordered something pink, he didn't even know what it was, but it was pink and he was feeling more girly than he ever had in his life, and pink was what he wanted.
When the waitress came back she paused for a moment and looked at him. Burt felt his heart stop.
"I like your scarf and those capris are fantastic!" the waitress said. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but where did you buy them?"
Burt thought he was going to burst with joy. He explained to the waitress exactly where he had got the capris and then took his drink out on the porch that overlooked the beach. He settled himself down on the ledge and unconsciously ran his hand along his perfectly smooth calf. He could barely feel the thong he was wearing it fit so well and smiled to himself as he thought about his pretty bra. It was good to be a woman.
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