On the outside all the world sees is a male, clearly a male. Wearing jeans, a tailored shirt and chelsea boots, nobody gives a second glance.
But if you wouldn't tuck that shirt in you would see something unexpected by the lining of the jeans. It's such a simple thing, the tiny bow on your panties. It makes a world of difference.
But what's underneath does not count. Not the inside either. That's the only thing survival have taught me. This world is not my home.
But if you wouldn't tuck that shirt in you would see something unexpected by the lining of the jeans. It's such a simple thing, the tiny bow on your panties. It makes a world of difference.
But what's underneath does not count. Not the inside either. That's the only thing survival have taught me. This world is not my home.