Mostly empty

The doors open, and the only luck you’ve had so far today is that the lobby is mostly empty. A few workers in too much of a hurry to see past their own noses. This lets you head blushing to the coffee stand.

The sole worker looks up, smiling large at the site of you. They looked like the definition of a pierced bisexual barista. While she wore a green apron and hat of the coffee business, her clothes underneath were all black, her nose and eyebrows were pierced, and her hair was in a dyed bright red and black wolf cut. “Wow, um, hi! Getting coffee for your boss?”

You blush, not knowing exactly how to respond. “Um… yea. First day as a secretary.”

After a morning of women degrading and humiliating you, their genuine smile and kindness make your brain error out. “Congrats! I graduate next year from college, till then making coffee and meeting cuties like you. I’m Jax by the way. What’s your name?”

Oh… they think you are cute? Wait, name! Name? Oh, you can’t say your actual name. And your brain is only registering sissy as what you are called… you can’t tell her sissy?! Thankfully your brain synapses connect just enough to make up a “I’m Missy, it’s good to meet you Jax.”

You manage to place your order, but with no other customers to help Jax keeps talking to you as they make the coffee. They’re your age, almost done working through school, and particularly loves photography and clothing design. Their chatting makes you feel almost natural in your **** femme wear.

When they finally hand you the coffee, their hand touches yours, and they pause. “I hope it’s not to forward, but would you maybe wanna go out for a bite sometime this week?” Shit… they were hitting on you! They thought you really were… you couldn’t tell them you weren’t right? Still, they were hot, your age, and genuinely interesting, normally you’d want to ask them out. So should you do it?