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PrincessGumdrop
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 16, 2012
- Location
- Sasebo, Japan
Akira had had a rough day. The cafe had been short a waiter so he had to fill in on his day off, but then a waitress got sick and had to call out early, this left him and one other waitstaff working the entire cafe. Of course as the universe goes that meant it was also going to be a very unusually busy day. On top of it, he was groped a good twenty times and asked out by another seven males. He didn't completely mind this but he knew how this was going to go. They would go out, expect sex...find out that he indeed wasn't what they thought he was and leave being pissed off at him. It wasn't like he was trying to hide that he had a cock or anything. It wasn't his fault that he was born effeminate looking. It was his fault that on occasion he dressed in women's clothing though...today was not one of those days though.
Today he had on skinny jeans, the cafe's logo t-shirt and his hair up in a pony tail. He looked at himself in the mirror of the cafe's bathroom and sighed. Everything about him screamed female and he knew it. He supposed he could always cut his hair, but he liked it longer. Plus, there was that time that he had it short and people just thought he was a lesbian artist. In his 25 years of living he just couldn't catch a break. He washed his hands and grabbed his bag before heading out and saying good night to the cafe's owner. He was guaranteed tomorrow off, which he was at least thankful for. So he decided to take the long way home.
Akira lived in a relatively safe neighborhood, so walking around at night with the way he looked, was pretty safe to do. At that's where he was, walking home and a beautiful evening, hoping that the universe would decide to be a bit kinder to him on the way home. One day he was sure he would find a nice guy that liked him for him...a male, for once.
Today he had on skinny jeans, the cafe's logo t-shirt and his hair up in a pony tail. He looked at himself in the mirror of the cafe's bathroom and sighed. Everything about him screamed female and he knew it. He supposed he could always cut his hair, but he liked it longer. Plus, there was that time that he had it short and people just thought he was a lesbian artist. In his 25 years of living he just couldn't catch a break. He washed his hands and grabbed his bag before heading out and saying good night to the cafe's owner. He was guaranteed tomorrow off, which he was at least thankful for. So he decided to take the long way home.
Akira lived in a relatively safe neighborhood, so walking around at night with the way he looked, was pretty safe to do. At that's where he was, walking home and a beautiful evening, hoping that the universe would decide to be a bit kinder to him on the way home. One day he was sure he would find a nice guy that liked him for him...a male, for once.