I was sure to sway my hips as I walked through the mall. I may be a biological male now, but that doesn't mean I forgot how to work it. I needed everyone to know that this twink was flaunting their Doc Martens all over the mall. It was probably those Doc Martens that got me the attention of a woman passing by.
She walked up to me and said, "Hey, I like your outfit." I had never had a woman flirt with me before, I always carried myself as a straight woman, but I luckily knew how these interactions usually go.
"Thanks! I just tried to pull something together today. I mean, it's nothing compared to what you have on." She was wearing some ripped jeans, heels, and a loose-fitting black top. Her hair was black and frizzy, tied up into a messy bun.
"Now come on, stop being so humble. You know what you were doing when you slipped into that." She, of course, was right. But I wasn't about to admit it. I was itching to get closer to someone right at that moment. I needed to get to know her better. Where on earth do you you take girls you want to get with? Abercrombie? No. The Park? Maybe? Where did I want guys to take me? No, this woman isn't straight is she? She isn't who I was to say the least. Where should I ask her to go?
I felt a stirring in my leggings. Shit. I couldn't let her see I had a dick so soon? What if she's not into dicks? I felt like I was sweating bullets externally. The growing sensation between my legs was pressuring me to get a glance at her chest, but I couldn't do that! This was a first impression! A first impression that was going way downhill really fast. What was I going to d-
"Hey, do you wanna go to Starbucks?"
"Yes!" I just hoped I didn't say it too bluntly. I guess it was all in my head.