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September, Sunday evening, 11pm, just outside Utrecht (Netherlands)

I walk here alone as 'Angel' Crossdresser on the street on a remote road..

I once gave myself this name when I started experimenting as a crossdresser and started dressing more and more like a beautiful girl. Angel does sound sexy and a bit cheap. So this name came to mind pretty quickly and this one suits me.

It has become twilight in the meantime, just now is the time to go 'walking' in this twilight, I need this to camouflage my real gender. To not fall through the basket immediately as a crossdresser. No matter how hard I try, men somehow see me as a man. Maybe my hard jawline or maybe just their suspiciousness.

But it is precisely this twilight that makes it just that little bit more beautiful and of course also more exciting.

Usually several women and transvestites/transsexuals walk along this road to work, but on this evening it is still quiet. A wonderful evening to be outside, wonderful to walk your dog or just to take a walk and so it is absolutely wonderful to now work on the street and show and hire myself out as a woman / prostitute.

I'm really looking forward to it again, just letting myself go out as an Angel and let myself be admired and watched. It's always a lot of work and very fun and horny to dress me up like that, make-up, wig and then ... wow .. yes there is Angel.

In the meantime I see a car approaching in the distance, the headlights blind me for a moment and I can't quite see what kind of car it is and who or what is in it.

My heart is in my throat, terrifying..

...but judging by the speed I soon notice that this car is not interested in a nice 'sex worker'.

The car quickly disappears at a reasonable speed while I bend one of my legs a little too sexy to make a gesture in this way so that he would see me and especially understand my hint.

While at the same time I slowly see a car approaching from the distance.

The car stops, I think, but from this distance it's hard to see, but I don't see any movement. There is probably also a prostitute there that he is now interested in.

Because this road I'm on is quite long, a kind of middle way to the center. The car starts moving, slowly I see the headlights moving while somehow stupidly I always blind myself in these lights.

But this car is real, this car is looking for someone to have sex with. If you drive like this then you know what is going on in the adventures here on this road. I feel my heart in my throat again, now I realize that this is a customer who is going to see me and might want to take me to a place to have sex with me. My breathing is getting faster and I feel goosebumps all over my body.

But in the meantime I'm getting very excited, my cock starts to grow in my panties and almost makes a big bulge in the tight mini skirt I'm wearing. Still, I get scared somewhere and doubt whether I shouldn't just walk away or grab my phone quickly.

Making a phone call is a kind of arrogance and disinterest towards a customer. Like A code of : I'm busy or I don't want to.

But I don't do it and I bend my leg in a sexy way to show me and make a sweet, sexy smile.

The car stops ...............

My fantasy and wish to someday walk on the street as a prostitute and show me ... and get into a car ❣️

It's not just Gay .. it's mainly the jealousy of women who show themselves as beautiful women and I want to show that woman through me every now and then..