Transgender Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Polar Express, my ass. I stepped onto the New York subway with a wrinkle in my nose. Being a California girl, I’d heard Christmas in New York City was magical. The smell of this car was anything but magical. All of the seats looked stained and diseased, so I reached up and held onto the bar above my head. The car was pretty crowded, and as we took off into the chilly night, I stumbled backward and into the chest of a very handsome man.
He smiled and helped me straighten myself. The four-inch heeled knee-high boots I wore seemed to have given me weak ankles because I swear, when I looked at him, I tripped all over myself again.