With Flying Colors

I passed the first test. It didn't hurt that Mr. Perfection didn't ride his bike over to my house after work. He drove instead. I pumped up him riding his bike in a text message so I think he felt a little guilty. We had a good dinner and made out in the dark. He was being all coy and stuff so that made it fun because I could be really aggressive and he would have limits. I like being the guy sometimes with the gays. So for the ass counters out there, I did not eat butt on Wednesday.

Thursday I wore one of my wigs and went out to a friend's music show. It was pretty cool. I got hit on by a guy on the bus and a few other guys were into me because they thought I was a girl. Some just like the fem look too; the market is always different depending upon who you want to be when you leave your house. I invited both Mr. Twix and Mr. Minor to the show but neither one showed up. Tonight I'm supposed to go dancing with Twix but my friend's birthday party is tonight so I don't know how it's all going to work itself out. And I think that Mr. Perfection may make a bid, but it's good to stay busy when dealing with perfection.

Mr. Twix I just want to have sex with and get it over with; ideally he'd let me eat a Twix bar out of his ass even though he is a top. Twix is his name because his real name sounds like a candy bar. I thought I saw him at the music show but it was just a rocker with tight pants and unique hair. Wearing a blue wig displaced a few guys who thought they were being edgy, especially because I wasn't peacocking but just did it to liberate my own fem wiles.