...but I smile at the moments I do.
I was in the cafeteria with a bunch of rough and rugged men. There was a fairly cute smiling girl working there of vaguely Asian extraction that seemed to be commanding the attention of all there.
What I noticed was what she was wearing. (Dee is going to be livid that I found this outfit cute.) She was wearing sweats. In male mode I detest sweats on a woman. This particular track suit ensemble was gray with pink piping and has slash pockets and a cute hood. Something only a transvestite could appreciate.
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