Dinner Date
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Author's Note: Hi, just want to share a little bit of fluff, just something that ended up in Notepad on my computer. Something quick, I hope YOU like it...

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SLAM!

"What is she crazy, why would she make me meet someone like that?" I was looking into a large dirty mirror. I couldn't even pay attention to my appearance I was too upset. "He is such a jerk!"

"Then you should pour a drink over his head and storm out."

"I would but I have to go home with her, she's my ride."

"Mmm," He shrugged and washed his hands.

"Um, who are you?"

"Just some guy using the sink, in the MEN'S room." He smiled, glancing at my breasts. He went lower and looked at my legs, beige stockings, and four-inch heels. I turned and saw a couple of urinals.

Just then another man walked in, older, mustache, out for the night with his kids. "Isn't this the gents'?" He asked us. He was looking at my breasts too.

"It is, I'm sorry," I told him, I started washing my hands, I started brushing my hair. I was being quick, but not that quick.

The other man shook his head as a greeting. The older one went into one of the stalls. The man started answering me again in the mirror. "Just leave, fuck her, how dare she." He was now smiling, I could tell he was teasing me.

"Thank you for your incisive advice, I'm glad I stopped by." I put the brush back into my bag, I can't believe I accidentally walked in here in the first place, I must have been all flustered. Martina was going to make fun of me, maybe for the rest of the night, the drive home too. All I can hope for is she wasn't watching.

"Good luck," The man said as he held the door for me, as I made my way back to the table. The dark table at Oskars, near the bar. It was my first time out as a woman with Martina, when she found out I was a crossdresser she assumed I needed a new man in my life, a date. I didn't need anyone as arrogant or as nasty as the one she picked out for me, what was she thinking, I was very happy staying home listening to podcasts and drinking 'out of date' IPAs.

"Here she is." Martina's eyes widened as I sat back at the table, only her husband stood up as I slipped back into the chair. "We missed you... terribly." I could tell she meant it.

I was still cross, I didn't understand some people, some men, why did they think everyone in a dress needed hands on their legs, and fingers in their hair. I just wanted to talk, get to know someone, I just wanted to go on a date, and then afterward they could run their hands on my legs and fingers through my hair. I also didn't like that he kept on referring to my other gender, my other life. He kept on asking me strange questions like: 'So does your male side have a job?' or 'Does your handwriting change when you are not a girl?' It was weird, it was a little obnoxious. The final straw, he called me 'sissy.' He said, 'Ah don't be a sissy just try it.' He was talking about some spicy appetizer, something with ghost peppers, but I knew what he was doing, I knew what he was referring to. He couldn't fool me.

I was looking at him, my eyes were squinting, I don't think he had any idea I was miffed.

There was a tap on my shoulder, I turned around and looked up, it was the man I met in the restroom, he was holding a pitcher of what I guessed was orange soda, it had some ice cubes in it. He was holding it with two hands

"Excuse me, you left this behind. I didn't know if you still needed it." He smiled a conspiratorial smile.

"Get out of here, she doesn't need anything from you." I turned and looked at Martina's choice of date for me. "I can give her whatever she needs, right darlin', ha." And then he grabbed my thigh again. A full squeeze, I'm sure this time he will leave a mark. I know my dress was short but that didn't mean he could have access to my legs.

I stood up. "Thank you." I grabbed the pitcher and poured it over the man who had been manhandling my legs, arms, and even my left silicone breast a little too much in the forty-five minutes that I have known him. "Here you go." I smiled and slowly finished pouring the entire contents onto the top of his head, making his striped sweater a little more orange, a lot more sticky.

"Do you need a ride home, I am going your way." The man from the men's room asked.

"Oh? Are you? Okay." I said goodnight to Martina and her husband, I stood and finished my drink and we left.

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We were outside, I looked back through the window, Martina still had her mouth wide open, my date was trying to dry himself off with those non-absorbent napkins. I smiled, that made me feel pretty good, it took the edge off of the night. I started out so anxious.

"I forgot to tell you," The man was talking to me as we walked to his car. "You owe me nine bucks for the soda." He smiled, he shrugged.

"Oh? Well, I really wanted ginger ale."

"Sorry, they were all out."

We went for a quick ride, we ended up at another restaurant, it was tiny and I was starving, I never got to eat at Oskars. We went in, he asked for his regular spot. We ordered drinks and dinner, we stayed for a couple of hours, he never touched my legs, he never asked me any crazy questions. We talked about the crummy weather, the horrific traffic, and the wonderful company at this three-tabled restaurant. It was nice.

"Oh, just one thing about this restaurant," He said, he seem quite serious. "It's really minor but there's only the one rest room, it's a small place."

I smiled, I grabbed his hand, and squeezed. "Ahh, too bad." I licked my lips, it was my turn to tease. "I was going to have you come with me for company." I winked. He watched as I went into the restroom on my own.

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The End

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