Sweet Sherri

"Well," Stan continued, "mind as well get a few shots." He picked up the camera, moved a bit, and took a few more shots, one from the side, then one hovering directly over his roommate's shoulder. "I know it ain't your style, but have you considered giving your dick to the needy?"

"Well, maybe to those persecuted gays in Iran," Sherri said with a hearty belly-laugh. "Now skidaddle," she said as she popped her underwear back into place. "I need to see if there really is a market for hung college-kid transsexuals among chicks."

***

A nervous wreck now, she had dashed off a quick Craigslist ad, along with her new taken pictures. She did her ad like the ones she saw for the escorts she worked with because, well, it wasn't like she knew what she was doing with this. She asked for women, then, hoping that guys would notice the whole women only thing, she went off and took a shower, hoping that would wash away her nerves. After getting herself clean, she fished for a pair of track pants and a baggy shirt, then sat down to notice her new mail indicator had gone off in her absence.

"56 new messages? Wow!" she thought to herself. She was used to getting a bunch in one shot, thanks to her fan base with the modeling and the club stuff, but not after a shower. "Well, let's see who these winners are."

The first one she chose was typical of the "I'm straight, but let me suck your cock!" ones she got from her fans. The balance of them were a mix of the chasers she saw at work and those who were, for whatever reason, curious about her 'special' parts. Then she noticed this one email with a pic of some chick with blue-streaked hair. She deleted it in her haste, but managed to rescue it from the garbage folder.

"Well, not exactly my speed, but it can't be worst that Mr. 'Straight'," she said as she slicked back her moist hair. She looked a bit closer at the pic. With the lighting and exposure, it was obviously from some pic a friend had taken.