Girl Scout uniform

You check yourself in the mirror. Your lipstick and mascara are heavy, almost caked on. But it doesn’t matter. The crowd doesn’t care about your face.

You wiggle your ass to pick out tonight’s costume. You see your favorite is still hanging.

It’s a tight green Girl Scout costume. You slip the skirt that barely covers your ass. The crowd will be able to have a clear view of your shaved pussy. (As a man, you never manscaped. It feels so good that you’re going to start.)

You skip the white shirt that’s two sizes too small. You slide the green vest over your tits. You gaze at your tits. Your newly learned bisexuality allows you to get a thrill as you pinch your nipples to get them hard.

The last piece is the green sash with actual scout badges sewn on.

You suddenly remember that you were a Girl Scout when you were a young girl. You vividly recall being kicked out when the scout master caught you smoking. You got even by fucking her husband. You surprised that you have memories of being a Girl Scout and letting an older man fuck you in his martial bed. What really caught you off guard was that you smoke. You feel the need for a smoke but you don’t have time.

You head the emcee announce you. “And now on stage is your favorite Girl Scout , Thin Mints!”

The stage name doesn’t make sense but it gets the idea across.

You feel the vest tickle your hardened nipples. Your luscious tits spill out the sides of the sash which barely hide them. The thin green skirt brushes against your slick pussy lips. You are getting wet at the idea of being naked in front of a bunch of horny men. Horny men with cocks. Cocks that you’re going to make nice and hard do you can fuck them.

As you approach the stage, an older topless woman approaches you.

“Time for a pick me up,” she says and holds out rolled up dollar bill. She holds a small mirror with a line of white powder.

As a man, you never did ****.

(Thank you Tiffany for the suggestion.)