I am a bisexual cross dressing sissy. Some call me a trap. But that is limited mostly to my social life. At work I dress in jeans, flannel plaid shirt and keep my long hair back in a pony tail. Some people shave Monday through Friday and let themselves go on the weekend. I do the opposite. I grow out my whiskers Monday through Friday and on weekends I shave close, put on make-up and can mostly just about pass as a girl though not quite as easily as I could when I was in school.

So I work at a warehouse and my boss is O.K. I guess. I do data entry and do final checks on outgoing merchandise. So I work with carriers a lot and the pickers of course. My boss spends most of his time in the office but comes out to the floor from time to time.

None of that really is worth talking about except for the fact that I bumped into my boss at a cross dressing party last week. Except he didn't know it. You see, when I go drag I don't look anything at all like myself when not dressed. But he didn't do a good job disguising himself. I recognized him immediately. At one point at the party he got on his knees in front of me and requested to choke on my cock. So I lifted up my skirt and pulled down my panties and stuck my 7 inch cock in his mouth. He sucked me until I came in his throat.

He has on idea he gave a blow job to his shipping clerk.