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Ricky led Dawn back to the kitchen so he could use the phone, his high heels clicked
     
and his earrings tinkled. And Ricky couldn’t help noticing the way his ass wiggled and moved in
     
the short tight dress. If he hadn’t been so tall and his features hadn’t been so large, he could have
     
passed for a real woman, especially from the rear.
     
In stronger light, Ricky could see how heavily his makeup had been applied and how
     
brassy his wig was. The lip gloss alone looked wet to the touch, his eyelashes had to be an inch
     
long, and there were glittery little sparkles all over his cheeks and forehead. He looked more like
     
a caricature of a woman than a real woman. But it was none of Ricky’s business, so he smiled
     
and said, “I’m sorry about this.” He put his hands in his pockets and stared down at his sneakers.
     
“I didn’t mean to put you out in any way.”
     
Dawn walked to where Ricky was standing and ran her long fingernails across the left
     
side of his face. “Don’t worry, sweetie. It’s all good.” Ricky looked up and smiled. “It’s nothing personal. You’re very attractive, and all. It’s
     
just that I’m into guys, not girls.” This was the first time he’d said this aloud to another living
     
person. It felt so natural and easy. Besides, he wanted to be honest; he didn’t know how to
     
approach this without being too blunt. Though he knew Dawn really was a guy, he wanted to
     
make it clear he wasn’t discriminating against him because he was a she-male. “I think what
     
you’re doing is fine. I support you all the way as a person and a citizen. It’s just that I’m not into
     
it, is all. I were into it, you’d be perfect.” He folded his arms across his chest and nodded, trying
     
hard not to offend Dawn.
     
Dawn smiled and waved his fingernails. “Blah, blah, blah,” he said. “I really don’t give a
     
damn what you’re into, so save the political correctness for someone who cares. I just want to be
     
compensated for my time, sweetie. I came all the way out here, and I never come this far out in
     
Jersey.”
     
“No problem,” Ricky said. He held his hands up and smiled. “It’s only fair.” He seemed
     
like a nice enough guy, in spite of the high heels and lipstick.
     
Dawn reached down and squeezed Ricky’s shoulder a couple of times. He bit his ruby lip
     
and shook his head back and forth. “It’s such a shame, too. You are a fine-looking young piece
     
of male flesh. I’ll bet I could make you very happy if you let me. I can teach you things you
     
never knew existed.” Then Dawn reached between Ricky’s legs and squeezed his balls. “And
     
you’ve got a nice handful, too, sweetie.”
     
Ricky stepped back and took a quick breath. No one had ever grabbed his genitals this
     
way either. Oddly enough, he felt a hint of arousal. But he didn’t want to admit this aloud and
     
encourage Dawn. He’d never been with a man and he didn’t want his first time to be with a she
     
male. He wanted his first time to be somewhat special. He wasn’t looking for love, but he did want the guy to roughly resemble the Keanu Reeves man of his dreams. Besides, Ricky kept
     
wondering how he’d look wearing Dawn’s sexy black high heels. If he hadn’t been so terrified,
     
he would have asked if he could try them on. “I’m sorry,” Ricky said. “I’m just not into it.”
     
Dawn shrugged and turned. “I’ll live.” He lifted the phone from the island and said, “I’ll
     
need travel expenses and money for my regular session. She’s not greedy. She just wants to be
     
paid for her time, sugar.”
     
“How much?”
     
“One hundred fifty.”
     
“I thought you advertised sixty bucks.”
     
“The rest is for her travel expenses. She didn’t swim over here from Manhattan in high
     
heels, doll.” Dawn tended to slip into the third person when he spoke.
     
Ricky smiled and reached into his