Stud or Sissy?

This is a birthday present for my bestie. I hope you like it!

This is my first attempt at 2nd person. If you have any suggestions or critiques I would love for you to message them to me. Also, if any of the variables don't work, let me know and I'll fix them! Thanks again.

As always, my art is not my politics. Some parts of this story may contain offensive material. There should be tags with all the relevant information.

The clock striking four was the sign that work was done for the day. You sighed in relief and glanced around. Your coworkers were slowly making their way to their lockers. The warehouse you work in bakes in the heat of the afternoon. Making your own way to your locker, you pull out your phone and check to see a message from your wife.

Kim - Hurry home honey, I want to see if we can make that costume work out this time. No whiskey to ruin the night. :D

You wanted to grin and brag about it to the men around you the way they would have. You wanted to tell these guys that you had a gorgeous woman at home that you were going to fuck into a coma. But the reality was much less fun. In truth, it hadn’t been whiskey dick that had stopped you from being able to perform that night when you and her tried out the old school playboy bunny outfit. You weren’t quite ready to admit exactly why you hadn’t been able to live up to her expectations. Still, you were going to make it happen tonight.

Dan - I promise it will be better tonight! OMW home now!

Slipping the phone into a pocket and trudging from the warehouse out into the afternoon sun you look around and notice something odd. Your car was missing. You had driven it to work hadn’t you? Slowly a memory crept in. You had gotten a ride into work with a friend, your car had broken down last week. Sadly Chris wouldn’t be able to give you a ride home, he said he had something he had to do that night. Reaching back you pull out your phone and hit up a car service.

Standing around waiting for the car to pull up, you watch as your co-workers leave for the day. Men in groups laughing and chatting about their plans for the weekend. The few women from the front office avoided all the groups of men while they whispered between themselves. Yet somehow, you weren’t a part of all of those groups. There was something that held you apart, something that made you not let anyone get close to you. You did notice that a few of the men looked your way a few moments before that particular group broke out in laughter.

A large black Cadillac Escalade pulled up and the window rolled down. “Car for Dan?”

“I’m Dan.” You called out and slipped into the back seat. Settling into the buttery soft leather, you had a sudden fear that you had reserved one of the more expensive rides. Unable to do anything about it at that point you settled in for the ride. Glancing ahead, you started to pay attention to the person driving.

The beautiful brunette looked back at you with a dazzling smile as she pulled the SUV out into traffic. Your eyes widened as you took in her face. Minka Kelly? The actress? There was no way she was the one picking you up to drive you around. Her eyes locked onto yours in the rearview mirror and she giggled. “It will all be clear soon.” Even her voice sounded correct, but there was no way.

Even in the face of your long time crush, you felt a sudden wave of exhaustion roll through you. The buttery soft and fluffy seat seemed to pull you into it as you laid your head back and let your eyes close. Sleep overtook you quickly.