Straight, trying to be himself

Sagira groans softly, stretching a little before his deep brown upturned eyes slowly open. "Mm." He sits up, allowing his blanket to cascade down his body, exposing his perky C-cup breasts. He groans softly, rubbing his cheeks with his soft and dainty hands to gently rouse his senses. "Why do mornings have to be so early?" He moistens his round lips with the tip of his tongue before softly yawning. A moment later, his eyes opened wide. 'Oh, right. I did it. I'm finally in the United States of America. I can be myself and get a date!'

He gets up, walking into the bathroom to get in a quick shower. He had been looking forward to this day for quite a long time. When he lived with his religious parents in Heliopolis, a suburb of Cairo. There were many things that stopped him from dating. The main two were his overprotective parents and the fact that he seriously looked like a woman from head to toe. The only physical masculine thing about him was his dick. Although it wasn't big and mighty like some men out there, it was his dick nonetheless.

His eyes glanced down at his erection, standing a little under five inches and two and a half inches around. His neatly trimmed pubic hair made it look a little bigger than it was, but not by much. He had learned an important lesson during his time in Egypt. Straight women aren't interested in men that look like women. However, lesbian women were more forgiving in this regard. Although not a given, the basic things that turn on a straight man and a lesbian are the same. The mind and body of a woman.

Fortunately for him, he was close enough in both aspects. He wore his emotions on his sleeve and his dick was the only aspect of him that anyone would realistically call masculine. This would make it a lot easier to lure a lesbian to him. He simply needed to be himself. His hands ran through his long wavy deep brown hair while thinking of the things he would need in addition to accomplish his goal. The baggy clothing his parents **** him to wear had to go. He could openly wear makeup on his diamond shaped face to accentuate aspects of his beautiful, unblemished, and soft sand-colored skin too.

Once his hair was clean, his hands were just above his jiggly ass and wide hips. This made him think about the sexy outfits out there. His bottom lip quivered while thinking of a sexy woman in a skimpy outfit. A moment later, he shook his head a couple of times. 'No, no! I know I like how those types of clothes look on women, but I can't wear something too revealing. I don't want my potential date to think I'm an easy slut.' He takes in a slow deep breath through his small and cute roman nose before letting it out from his pursed lips. "Just relax. You'll be fine. You've mentally trained for this. Sure, everything can blow up in your face and..."

"Ack!" He squirms as several waves of anguish run down his spine when thoughts of failure enter his mind. "Stay calm. You can do this! You, you deserve love. You're a catch!" He turns off the shower. He uses a towel to wrap up his hair before using another towel to dry off. He quivers a little, staring a little too long at his own cleavage. His dick arches slightly with excitement. His eyes ran down to his stomach, which had a little bit of flab. This cushioning was a source of anxiety for him. He turns to the side, sucking in his gut a bit. "Ugh... Well, fair is fair. Women use clothing and the like to make themselves look more attractive to others. You can do it too. You won't be outdone!"

He lets out a puff of warm air from his nostrils before looking in the mirror once more. His neat and clean round eyebrows were furrowed. He could clearly see how cute he looked when angry, but he whimpered softly upon realizing how exposed his emotions were. That was when he tilted his head slightly to the right. His attention focused on his height, which was 5' 8". This wasn't so bad since he liked smaller women, but that didn't mean it would be easy to find one that was interested in him. He looks down at his slender legs then at his face. Fortunately, there wasn't a single hair in sight.

He smiles softly. Nodding slightly to himself before walking out of the room. He slips on one of his many beige t-shirt bras and boyshorts panties before throwing on a baggy grey t-shirt and baggy black jeans. Tossing the wet towels into the hamper as he goes. He slides on a pair of long white socks and blue sneakers. He makes a call for a taxi before putting his phone, keys, and wallet into his pocket then heads outside. He had some shopping to do first. He needed an outfit for his new job as a cosmetic chemist that he landed shortly after earning a degree in Chemical Engineering.

While on the way to a nice clothing store in that taxi, he notices the elderly driver staring at his face through the rear-view mirror. "Aren't your eyes supposed to be on the road, sir?" The driver's attention returns to the road. "Oh, um, I didn't mean to stare, young lady. You just look like one of my daughter's friends. You don't happen to know Elidee Harmon, do you?" He shakes his head slightly. "No, can't say I do. I barely know anyone around here since I just moved into town yesterday." The driver nods slightly. "Ah. Is that right? Well, I hope you enjoy it here."

He softly smiles. "Thanks. I think I will." About a minute later, the driver pulls up to the clothing store. After paying for the ride, he heads into the store. Shortly after entering, a young saleswoman with jaw length curly red hair walks up to him with the name Jaclyn on her lapel. She's wearing a black suit jacket and white blouse, covering her generous bosom. He was certain she was at least an E-cup. 'Oh, what I would do to get my face in between those glorious mounds.' Her slender hips and legs were covered by a black knee-high pencil skirt whereas her small feet were housed in black becarda pointed toe loafers.

"Oh goodness me." She says under her breath while looking him up and down. "Can I help you find anything today, miss?" He felt a sting upon hearing her first words. It was true that his clothing was dreadful, but it still hurt to hear it. "Yeah, um. I recently moved out of my overprotective parents' place. So, um. Yeah, I kinda need everything..." The young saleswoman's oval shaped face lights up. A bright smile suddenly present upon her full, downward-turned lips and her monolid emerald eyes are sparkling with joy. "Oo, you've come to the right place. This'll be so much fun."

She turns to the side, her arched eyebrows slightly raised while gesturing with her left hand deeper into the store. "This way please." She turns to walk deeper into the store, her hips swaying gently with each step. His eyes unconsciously followed her hips as he walked after her. A few minutes later, she turns back around. "I have a quick question for you. Do you have any preferences in clothing? Or would you like me to give it a go?" She says that last part then bites her bottom lip. His cheeks turn bright red upon thinking about what she might do to him. Should he pick what he wants? Or should he let her give it a go?