Right Through the Smoke

They opened one of those men-only cigar lounges nearby.  So, of course, I just had to sneak in and find out what all the hype was about.  I bought a three-piece suit and bound my breasts down as flat as I could.  Then I found one of those sophisticated men’s hats and tucked my hair underneath it to look short and masculine.  I even glued on a little mustache to try and man my face up as much as possible.  My girlfriend said I looked more boy than man, but I should be able to get away with my plan to sneak in and look around.  I made it through the front door and security with only a few odd looks and chuckles at my mustache.  Inside, the bar was very smokey and full of men in suits with much thicker facial hair than I was sporting.  I tried hard to fit in, but one man saw right through the smoke in the room and noticed that I wasn’t exactly who or what I was trying to pass myself off to be.

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