Sensual: 8 Books Crossdressing Feminization Anthology by D.L. Savage

Author:D.L. Savage
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2022-05-18T22:00:00+00:00

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What I probably should’ve done that Friday night was immediately start on some plan to turn my life around and get myself out of the wretched hole I’d ended up in.

I’d spent months, nearly a full year in fact, just coasting on the redundancy payout I’d received when I’d been laid off from my job as a data analyst, the firm claiming they were ‘streamlining’ after Covid.

And now what the fuck was I going to do? My next mortgage payment ($1,200) was due in less than a fortnight and the thought of losing my apartment along with everything else made me feel sick to my stomach.

It was all I had left, practically all I owned in this world, and so yeah, what I should have done was stay sober and try to turn my life around, but instead, I found myself down on my hands and knees in my bedroom, rooting through various crap at the back of the huge closet until I’d found what I was searching for: the bottle of bourbon I’d been given by my boss as a leaving gift.

I’d never been much of a hard liquor drinker but that night I didn’t care, I’d have drunk mouthwash, and the moment I finally set my hands on it, I pulled it open, cracked the top, and then took a good long gulp.

Then I sat back on the carpet, my vision slowly focussing on another depressing sight: the bags of clothes Maggie had left behind, bags which I’d been meaning to donate to Goodwill, another thing I’d never quite gotten around to.

What a bitch, I thought, the memory flashing back into my head of the day she’d cut off our engagement via text message of all things, a curt little message saying that she wouldn’t be home that night and that she was taking a few days away from me to ‘reconsider’ our relationship.

It was only about a week later that I discovered the truth: she’d been fucking her boss the whole time, some sleazy alpha male asshole called Greg who seemed to embody everything I wasn’t: tall, confident, well-built …

Last I’d heard, they’d moved out to Miami, starting a whole new life together (hence why she’d left everything behind) …

I found myself reaching out and taking hold of one of the bags of clothing lifting it from the closet then stuffing my hand inside, pulling out a few items from within; a silky cream-coloured blouse that she’d sometimes worn to work, a black skirt of some kind, and a slinky blue dress that I remembered her wearing one New Year’s Eve ...

In a moment of pathetic self-pity, I lifted the dress to my face and took a long deep inhale, registering the faint scent of her perfume still lingering on the fabric.

Coming back to my senses, I dropped the dress onto the floor, pushed myself to my feet then took another long pull on the whiskey, shuddering a little from its strong sharp taste, but comforting myself

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