[Illustrated][Explicit] A heart-pounding journey of self-discovery and transformation set in the vibrant city of Barcelona, where Charles, a closeted young man from a small town, embarks on an exhilarating trip to unleash his true identity as Charli...
As Charli walked through the crowded dance floor, she felt the eyes of every man around her burning with desire. She knew exactly what effect her performance had on them all and she loved it.
Amidst the sea of lustful eyes, Charli suddenly spotted someone who stood out from the rest. He was tall, black and muscular. She recognized him as one of the men she had caught glancing at her several times throughout the night.
But something about his stare, the way he looked at her made her body tremble and her heart beat faster. It was like they were already connected somehow, even though they hadn't spoken a word to each other yet. It seemed only natural for him to be the one who would help her fulfill all those pent-up desires.
With confidence and a smirk on her face, Charli slowly made her way towards him through the crowd. She moved seductively, swaying her hips as she walked. When she reached him, she leaned in close before whispering softly into his ear: "I've been watching you all night long and I think it's time we get better acquainted."
She expected him to react with the same level of excitement she felt at that moment, but instead he just looked back at her with a neutral expression on his face.
His lack of immediate response made Charli feel uncertain for the first time tonight. After all that had happened tonight, she thought all she needed to do was look at someone and they would be falling over themselves trying to please her. But not now, not with him.
It wasn't until after a brief pause that he finally spoke up, his voice deep and commanding: "Sorry, I'm into real girls."
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The words hit her hard, making her heart sink deeper into her chest. She had been so sure of herself before, confident in the effect she would have on any man who dared to look at her.
But now that he had said those words, it seemed like all those months spent perfecting this persona had been for nothing. She knew she did everything right - the makeup, the clothes, even the way she carried herself. How could someone still not see her as a girl?
Despite this initial disappointment, Charli found herself wanting him even more now. It was like he had just given her the perfect challenge - she would prove to him tonight that she wasn't a pervy crossdresser or a fetishist; she could be the sluttiest, most beautiful girl he would ever have the pleasure of fucking.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked seductively, leaning in even closer now. "I bet you've never had someone like me before."
Her eyes locked onto his with an intense gaze, waiting for his reaction. She knew she had to push harder if she wanted him to give her a chance. "Tell me, what is it exactly that you like in a girl?"
He took a moment to think before finally responding: "I like my women feminine... And they need to know their place - be submissive when I want them to."
