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Chrissie, Chapter 2
Date: 7/19/2024, Categories: Cross-dressing, Author: cwcobblestone
... self reapct WTF,” a guy named Joe Polanski wrote. Carla Keller warned, “You might want to be careful. A lot of these ex bfs are obsessed and they can be dangerous so don’t lead this guy on if he creeps you out at all.” Tom Mobley was brief: “incel cuck” Rebecca finally weighed in two hours after her friend had composed the post: “Be nice guys.” I broke into tears. My angel had stuck up for me on Facebook. \\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\// The alarm clanged way too early. I rolled out of bed, grumbling to myself that nobody should have to wake up at the ungodly hour of 4:45 am. But since I wasn’t sure how long it would take for the bus to get me to work, I had to err on the side of caution. After donning a baby blue teddy beneath my suit, I trekked the half-mile to the nearest bus stop and cooled my heels in the predawn darkness for nearly an hour. When the bus finally came, I was relieved that it wasn’t the same driver who’d spotted my maid’s dress beneath the soaked material of my tracksuit after I’d been caught in the big thunderstorm two days earlier. The market broke even and it was a relatively stress-free Monday at the office. After work, I was happy to find a bus stop less than a block from the firm, although that turned out to be a mixed blessing when my boss, Mr. Colburn, drove by and saw me standing there. He rolled down the car window. “Hey, Chris, why are you taking the bus?” “Uh, um, my car broke down,” I ...
... lied. “Oh, well, get in. I’ll give you a ride home.” Thinking fast, I sputtered: “Um, thanks, uh … but my friend is fixing my car, and, uh … I’m, uh, headed to his house to pick it up.” Mr. Colburn shrugged. “Hop in, I’ll take you to your friend’s.” I kicked at the sidewalk. “Um, uh … that’s okay. I’m good.” “You sure?” My boss frowned. “Listen, is everything okay, Chris? You’ve seemed distracted the last few weeks.” “Yes, yes, everything’s fine. I … uh …” I thought up another lie: “Um, I just been having some family issues lately.” “All right,” my boss said. “You take it easy, then.” He pulled away and I exhaled, relieved that he was out of my hair, but also upset that I’d have to start walking to a bus stop farther from work until I got my Mercedes back so my boss wouldn’t see me — and according to Karl, that wouldn’t be for another two weeks. After catching the bus and walking a mile, I didn’t get to the Martins’ house until well past 8 pm. My ears turned red when I saw my Mercedes in the driveway, although I noticed the absence of Rebecca’s Neon. Karl answered my knock and stood in the doorway towering over me. “You’re late,” he snapped. “Sir, I’m sorry … I took the first bus that came after work, sir. It … it just takes a lot longer to get here on the bus, sir.” “You’ll be alright.” Karl chuckled and let me inside. “It’ll do a rich boy like you good to ride the bus for a while; see how the other people have to live.” I wanted to tell the ...