You notice the strip club...

Your eyes glance to the strip club... Maybe...

You step inside, and you're eyes wander. Not to the women dancing however, but to the men who are getting off to them. You shake your head. That's fucking with you. A lot.

You can't help but stare, and one of the guys catches your attention. You blush, looking at him. Suddenly, you get a great idea...

You run back to the department store change room.

You are walking in a bright red dress, you had purchased some lipstick and other makeup stuff, some red pumps, and you dolled yourself up.

You walk back to the strip club, and you catch that guy's attention. He looks at you, before smirking.

"You're a dude, right...?" He says, and you blush. He assures you it's alright, and that's when you ask him if he wants to have a good time.

When you leave the club two hours later, you can barely walk.