Master Class

Summer Wilde definitely knew her stuff, but it quickly became obvious to Bianca that they would need more than one day to get things perfect. The problem was that Bianca wasn’t sure they could wait for more than one day. They were constantly afire with lust over the man in the picture. It was unlike anything they had felt before, and it wasn’t letting up. It took everything they had to not sneak away and slip their fingers into their…

“Listen, honey,” Summer interrupted Bianca’s thoughts, “you’ve got to live your truth, but unless your truth lets you be fierce, I don’t think this is going to work.”

“I’m committed!” Bianca said, shuffling along the floor in the platform heels Summer had placed them in.

“Bullshit,” Summer said, “you just want a shortcut into that guy’s pants. I’m fabulous, but not so fabulous that I can undo a whole lifetime of bad fashion choices.”

“Please!” Bianca whined. It was true, Bianca was hating the whole thing, the clothes, the make-up, everything. They didn’t know this would be so hard! Shouldn’t it just be as simple as showing some leg, or flashing a tit, and the guys come running? Now that Bianca was finding out different, they wanted to climb into a hole and hide. But they couldn’t.

Because they were so horny!!!

“Sweetie,” Summer sounded extremely patronizing, “we’ve been at this for an hour, and you can’t even walk with attitude.”

Bianca saw their whole life ahead of them, trapped in eternal arousal with no relief. Tears formed in their eyes and began to flow freely down their face. They fell to their knees and sobbed.

“I don’t know what to do,” Bianca said as the drag queen knelt down and rubbed their back, “I want him so badly. He’s so… ugh! What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“I know,” Summer said, “I saw the picture. I’m sure you won’t be the last queer woman to go nuts for him, but I you’re holding yourself back. The you here,” Summer waved her hand in front of Bianca’s face, “is not what he’s going to want. You need a new mask, one you can wear for him, one you can become for him. Then you can just pick which mask you want to use.”

“You mean become someone else?”

“In a way,” Summer said, smiling, “but in a way it’s just another version of you. A more fabulous version! Do you know what helped me at the beginning?”

“What?” Bianca said, wiping their eyes.

“My name,” Summer said, “When I thought of myself as Alfred Townham I just couldn’t learn to do anything right. But as soon as I decided to be Summer Wilde, everything started to fall into place. So, who do you want to be?”

“I want to be Bianca,” they said uneasily, “but maybe for him I could be something else as well.”

“Okay! Now we’re getting somewhere! Let’s pick a name!”

“How about something slutty? Something like Trixie?”

“That’s a perfect start! Trixie it is!” Summer was laughing now, “Alright Trixie, get on your feet and let’s see you walk with some attitude!”

Bianca… Trixie, got to… her feet. She looked at her shoes, looked at the floor, lifted a knee and almost stomped her leg forward.

“Now that’s more like it! Trixie, I think we might make you a queen yet!”

Trixie swelled with excitement. Finally, she was on the road to getting into her target’s pants. She could almost feel his cock in her mouth, his hands on her breasts. Soon enough she would be perfect, and he wouldn’t be able to resist her.