Beryl's birthday suit

They complimented me on my outfit, saying that the only thing that betrayed my secret was my prominent adam's apple.
After that, broad daylight in front of people.
I love it.
If they don't like it, tough shit.
I love crossdressing. It's nice to see and feel sexy clothes on my body. I love how shaping garments really make my silhouette much more feminine. I love it all, from my wig to my pumps.

This isn't a joke. I fucking LOVE this shit.

An unexpected side effect(!) was hunger for COCK.
I wasn't attracted to men, but I did want to be attractive for them. There are many steps on the road to sissyhood.
I felt the need to seduce a man with my feminine wiles, drop to my knees, open his pants, take out his cock, and suck his raw cock until he busts his bloated balls into me.
Swallow. His. Semen.
A proper blowjob.

Could I actually do it?
Could I be sexy enough that he could 'overlook' the fact that I didn't have a pussy?
Would I stop fantasizing about it, and let my lust consume me?

I dress up and drive to the adult book store.
I nervously sit in the car, remembering the risks I've already taken, and proud that I've achieved the desired outcomes or better, and will myself to get out and start loving the destiny I've set in motion.
I've only just watched before, but now that I'm completely dressed as a woman, there's no excuse not to do it, and I want to so badly.
I gather what I'll need:
condoms
flavored lube
grain alcohol
weed
fresh, unopened poppers with the seal broken

I tell myself, "Once I get out of this car, I'm not coming back until I've gotten a dick in my mouth."
My heart is pounding!
I take 3 hits of marijuana, and feel it creep...
I confidently get out of the car, lock it, and walk to the store. My stiletto heels are clicking on the concrete, and the night breeze blows up my skirt and around my stocking-clad legs as they swish against each other..
It feels lovely.
I.
Feel.
Lovely.
I slowly pull the door open and step inside, catching a few eyes - some scornful, some curious, most not caring either way. I am certainly out of my comfort zone, but Beryl needs to do this.