It was a somber autumn evening, you were walking hand in hand down a crowded street with your eccentric upper class girlfriend, Emma. She wore that beautiful form fitting red dress, and her black purse dangling off her other arm held up by her shoulder. Her red eyes mirror the dress and her hair though short captured her feminine business-chic aura.

She was rich after all, you often than not relied on her for money and shopping. At the cost of your dignity… holding her hand you barely resembled a man out in public, it was so embarrassing, you hair short like hers, blonde-dyed, your bangs swept over your soft blue eyes, blush irradiating off your makeup ridden face, the hair clips holding back some of your bangs.

You were being dressed by her in the past recent weeks, she had always wanted to imagine being a lesbian so why not with you? Besides everything from your face and hair, you wore a white spaghetti strap top that exposed your midriff, your short tight form fitting denim short shorts that was barely covering your thighs, matching your white thigh highs and shoes… you similarly held a purse over your shoulder, a pink Gucci handbag, Emma knew how to make you feel pampered even while you had to crossdress..

Embarrassed you cling on her hand as you fixed your posture and walk to sway your hips and hopefully pass as a girl. She noticed your embarrassment and whispers.

Emma: “Behave… and maybe I’ll take you inside one of the stores to pick out a gift~.”