The Interview

The Interview
By Sabrina

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'A crossdresser goes on an interview in lots of pink, of course she gets the job'

'Author's note, just a quick little story with some really graphic sex, and a little tiny moral. I hope YOU like it.'


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"Okay, sit, sit, let's get started. So how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-four."

"And when did you transition?

"Um, I didn't. I'm not really trans."

"No?"

"No, I'm into cross-dressing."

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I was wearing a tight pink vinyl outfit, a short skirt and tank top, zippered in the back. I had on my Double D breast forms, a corset, pink panties, and sheer nude pantyhose. I had my legs crossed and I had on seven-inch shiny pink pumps, with a three-inch platform. I was now 6'2".

"I don't think this is a good idea, maybe we should cancel." I was in the passenger seat, heading toward Downtown Los Angeles.

"No way, do you know how many phone calls and emails I went through to get this interview? Plus it will be great for your career."

My girlfriend, Susie, had big plans for my new career. We had been dating for thirteen months, she slept over one night and found things hidden in my closet. I had so many dresses and heels and lingerie. She was looking for towels, instead, she discovered my breast forms and my well-kept secret.

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"Tell me, what do you love about dressing up?"

"Mmm, I don't know, I think I just love how it makes me feel, and I love watching a woman appear in my mirror."

"Well you look incredible, how long have you been doing this?"

"A long time, since I was young. I have gotten very good at it."

"I see that." We both laughed.

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We went over a huge bump as Susie turned into a packed parking lot, "Just tell them what they want to hear."

"I'm not a good liar, you know that."

I was putting on lip gloss. Susie took me to a friend of ours, Marilyn, she owned a salon. My lips were so much plumper, I didn't know what the girls there did. I do know that they gave me long blonde extensions and dyed my hair, almost white, I was missing my reddish blonde.