Sweet Sherri

She did have that blue hair, but at second glance it looked more frosted that streaked, and it was short yet feminine. While she was in at-least OK shape, she did have a firm pair poking at her wife-beater, with huge nips highlighting her breasts and an armband tattoo highlighting her guns. She scrolled up to read the email above the pic which said:

"Hey girl! Or should I say guy with what you have to offer. I dunno if you're real, or just some broad with a very nice strap-on, but I'm game. I'm 5'6", with a place with roomies in Billyburg. I think the pic explains the look. I would say I'm the adventurous so that probably explains this email...trisexual, if you got me. Anyway, just lemme see what you aave to offer. Send me an email with your number or something. The name's Cat."

Sherri dashed off a quick email with her name and number, and then practically bolted to her bed as if to no-sell the email. She found a book she needed to read for school, hurriedly thumbed through to the turned-down page she left off on and began half-reading, half-forgetting. She reached over to her highlighter, marked off the relevant parts and ended up in a study-induced haze, jarred out by the annoying ringtone of the week.

"Hello"

"Hey, um...is this the, um..."

"You can call me a shemale, but just this time," Sherri chuckled.

"Yeah, the one from that Craigslist ad?"

"Yours truly. What's up?"

"Hey, I like the pics. Who took them?"

"My roommate. He's good like that, especially when it comes to stuff like this. And who took yours, um..."

"Michelle. Same deal. I'm just looking for a good time on a Saturday afternoon, and apparently with someone out of the ordinary. By the way, is that all you?"

"Uh...I can't afford special effects. I'm but a poor college student who works as a go-go dancer on the side."

"Hey, I work in graphic design. Perhaps I can toss you some freebees, um..."