Short Story: Services and the Station
My heart beat fast in my chest as I emerged from the lift into the hotel lobby . Thankfully it was quiet, I had purposefully let the morning rush die down before making my move. Whilst it was odd to wear face masks in 2023, it was better than nothing and most of my face was hidden under a disposable ma s k for now. I had spent nearly and hour applying my makeup , foundation, blush for my cheeks , false lashes, eye liner and eye shadow. I had transformed my plain “boy” face into something far more feminine. My lips shone bright pink to match my nails, and additional coat of lip gloss made sure they were not only bright ly coloured but also that the y glimmered in the light Having checked out using the automated booth I made my way to the toilets with my small carry bag, my caged clitty bursting with the intoxicating thought of the potential humiliation that was to come. Once inside the cubical of the toilets I removed my trainers and quickly stripped off my jeans reveali...