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Halloween is the perfect disguise for a dumb girl to expose herself and play it off as a joke. To the untrained eye, every drag queen is just a brave boy having a good time, but it’s easy to tell the difference to someone like me. A Jock in a dress for a good laugh still slouches with his legs open and belches after a swig of beer. But, on the other hand, a dumb, undercover sissy acts feminine yet free.
She’ll sip from a champagne flute with her pinkie out and sit up straight with her legs crossed, showing just enough stocking-clad thigh to feel like a minx. At my friend’s party, I pinpointed such a girl and decided it would be fun to play with her.
Playing With A Dumb Girl
She was sitting on the couch, giggling over a glass of wine, watching the boys play beer pong. Her makeup left a lot to be desired, but It was apparent she’d studied youtube tutorials for much longer than she’d admit. The dumb sissy girl wore a pink cocktail dress with black fishnet thigh highs. Giant hoop earrings hung from her lobes, and matte lipstick that matched her dress was stuck to her teeth.
“I think someone has a crush.” I teased in her ear. She blushed under her caked-on foundation and shook her head. “No. This is just a costume.” She lied. I nodded and slid over to her side. My hand stroked up her inner thigh till I bumped it.
Stupid little liar
“This clit cage came with the dress, then?” She looked around with panic. As if my outing her for real had never crossed her mind as a possibility when she came up with this plan. Such a dumb girl. “Please, Miss. Not in front of my friends.” She cocked her head toward the boys at the ping-pong table. Such Handsome friends she had. No wonder the girl was struggling.
“I want to play a game.” She looked at me with fearful but excited eyes. I huddled in real close while eyeing her hunky friends. “Which one do you wanna wrap your lips around the most?”
“Please, no. No, I couldn’t. They can’t find out.” I rolled my eyes and waved my hand as if pushing the lame excuse away.
“Come on! You’ve had too much to drink, and the costume confused you. I could hit on the one you want, bring him back to that dark bedroom where you’ll be waiting, and he won’t even know. Hell, he might even think you’re me.” I was lying. Of course, no one would think this dumb sissy was me, but I’d say whatever I had to to get her in that back room, waiting on her knees.
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