I can’t believe the suit I got from the thrift shop is for a woman. I can’t believe I didn’t realize. I can’t believe this man interviewing me thinks that I’m a woman.
But he is treating me so nicely. He’s such a gentleman, and so handsome as well.
Could I just go along with it? Could I not correct him? Could I pretend to be a woman even if just for this job? I can do anything a woman can, right?
Even getting on my knees for him. Even giving every inch of myself to him.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
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I got up, my legs weak and trembling as I crossed around the desk and wordlessly got to the ground in front of him. I kneeled there, looking up at him and batting my big eyes.
“I’ve never done anything like this before Sir,” I said lightly, the blush in my face building and building, “Not anything like this. Will you be patient with me?”
His hand came out to stroke my head, he reached behind me and loosened my hair, letting it fall down around my shoulders.
“You’ve never been with a man before?” he asked.
“Never,” I said, putting my hands on his knees as my eyes traveled down his body and flickered over the growing bulge between his legs.
“Well that is intriguing,” he replied, and I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was excited at the possibility of having a woman for her first time. Little did he know the truth was so much more nuanced.
“I want to please you Sir,” I cooed, sliding my hands up his thighs and unbuckling his pants, “I want to make you happy. Please guide me. Make me into your perfect lover.”
I tugged his pants down and freed his cock. It looked enormous to me, so much thicker and longer than my own. I couldn’t believe that I was going to have this. That I was going to put this in my mouth.
But I couldn’t wait.