Trannylicious!

I like to dress up when I go out. Monday through Friday, I dress like a conservative librarian at work and on the weekends, I like to wear a cunt scraping dress, heavy eyeliner and heels so high I have to genuflect a bit so I don't actually touch Jesus in heaven.

One evening I was going to meet my friend Dave for dinner. We were going to a restaurant in Wicker Park and because it was a Friday night, i was wearing a tight black miniskirt with fishnets, heels and a black satin jacket...think Balmain chic before that shit was totally overplayed (every straight man just went to espn.com). I thought I looked fuckable but who knew that I was to receive the greatest compliment any straight girl could ever hope to receive?

I was standing at a street corner (I'd tell you which ones but I'm Asian and female, therefore, it's a miracle I knew what hood I was in), waiting for the crosswalk to turn green when a car pulled up.

"Hey girl, hey. Gurl!!! Hey..."

The voice was male...ish. As a female who sometimes dresses like I got done right and put away still wet, I've learned that it's best to not make eye contact so I clutched my YSL satchel closer to my chest and looked straight ahead.

"Honey! Baby girl. Hey. GURL, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!"

So I looked.

A womMAN looked at me. She was hanging out the window. She had a full face of makeup- like, that thick MAC base and you know that shit was MAC. Trannies buy cheap ass Forever 21 clothes but bitches don't scrimp on the face paint! She had fake eyelashes, blush, eyeliner to the extreme and a fucking jawline that could cut glass. Her crowning glory was her synthetic blond wig that would surly go up in a cloud of smoke if I lit a cigarette even a continent away from her.

Basically, she was everything I've ever aspired to be.

I was standing with my back toward the car and when I looked around at her, she sort of looked puzzled and then she said, "OH, YOU ARE A REAL GIRL! Oh...Um..."

The light turned green and the car sped off. As it rounded the corner, I heard her yell, "I'm sorry, baby. You're beautifuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllll..."

Sorry? What is there to be sorry about? A tranny mistook me for a tranny! It's as though Naomi Campbell herself told me my walk was fierce. Sure, some women might take this as a put down but I don't. You know you've made it in life when you have in-unit laundry and get mistaken for a tranny by a tranny. I'm still waiting for the in-unit laundry but my other dream has come true!