Now that I had time to recover... Happy New year everyone. For NYE, the girls made me into a slut and we partied till the sunlight came up! Nah, just kidding but I wish I would have done something like that. Instead, there was no dressing up. I just went out with some friends to the bars and hanged out.
As the night went on, I wished I had dressed up. There is something intoxicating about being sasha and not just a regular guy. As Sam, it was a regular night, fun, but regular. As Sasha I'm sure it would have been memorable. At least there would be a mixture of excitement, nervousness, sexiness and horny-ness. I know this is silly, but I kept on wishing I was one of the girls, dressed in a sexy outfit and being the center of attention of the guys. I know that had I actually done it, I'd also be nervous wreck. So, I stayed in the sidelines acting normal while my imagination spiraled into a fantasy.
Now, thinking about it a question is left unanswered... does sasha really have, or would have, that much more fun?
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As the night went on, I wished I had dressed up. There is something intoxicating about being sasha and not just a regular guy. As Sam, it was a regular night, fun, but regular. As Sasha I'm sure it would have been memorable. At least there would be a mixture of excitement, nervousness, sexiness and horny-ness. I know this is silly, but I kept on wishing I was one of the girls, dressed in a sexy outfit and being the center of attention of the guys. I know that had I actually done it, I'd also be nervous wreck. So, I stayed in the sidelines acting normal while my imagination spiraled into a fantasy.
Now, thinking about it a question is left unanswered... does sasha really have, or would have, that much more fun?
