Road Trip

The call came down: Maryland needs transwomen. So off I went.

Well, sort of. I have come to Maryland for work, probably for a couple weeks. I'm so glad I had my outing last weekend. I couldn't have stood another delay. Most of Leslie traveled in my suitcase, all but the hair. I knew I wouldn't be going out anyway. I can't risk being seen by my coworker. I travel a couple times a year usually, but I've never brought more than a few undergarments with me before. But now, Leslie is such a large presence in my everyday life, I can't see leaving her home that long.

Around the corner from the hotel is a large shopping center. Off Broadway Shoe Warehouse is calling my name. I'm so tempted to slip on some pantyhose, and go look for a pair of black slings. Really, there are a lot of shops catching my eye, Victoria's Secret among them. I have the advantage of real anonymity here, not the false sense I have at home. Lexington may have a quarter million people, but it has a small town feel to it, and you're always running into people you know.

So, I have clothes and makeup to play with in my room, and more free time than I'm used to. How could anything other than trouble ensue?