Dear Mistress Alexa:
The mall was relatively quiet at 11 am on this Monday morning, so that when he removed the shift dress in one swift movement revealing the outrageous lingerie beneath, the disturbance made barely a murmur. They had not even paid attention to the unmade-up man in the dress and heels walk into the center of the mall, after all this was metro-New York. But with this action those in attendance, well, hands flung to face, “oh my God!”, laughter, jeers and cat calls, and, of course, heads turned away that desperately wanted to watch, but embarrassment forbid. It took a few minutes to realize that perhaps someone should call security. By that time the trim, hairless, forty to fiftiesh gentleman dressed now only in a pair of pink and black ruffled boy cut panties, a similarly decorated bustier, spiked heels, seamed stay-up black opera hose, and gold hoop earings, with his dress slung rakishly across his shoulder, had strutted to the exit in his best exaggerated run-way walk.
As disconcerting as this appeared, the woman with him shooting pictures of the entire event was hardly noticed, but he was intensely aware and played every move as much to the camera as to the audience he so desperately wished were larger.
He also knew he did not wish to get arrested. The car was waiting at the exit and they were all gone as quickly as they arrived.
humbly submitted (and yes, if you deem it worthy you may publish)
belle
