A Day In The Life Of An Aspiring Transvestite
Tired of typing gibberish
by Charles Chaim Wax
on a rainy Sunday
I journeyed to Brooklyn’s famous
Kings Plaza Mall
until Victoria’s Secret blazed before me
the placed packed with yearning women
and then I spotted a tall Transvestite prancing
into a Dressing Room
I waited for the howl
but heard not a peep from anyone
and five minutes later he pranced out.
“If he can so can I.”
So selected a tent like leather bikini
and held it up before me
twirling around twice
next I frolicked to cosmetics
where I purchased a red Max Factor lipstick
then smeared the smooth tip across my quivering lips
finally I stepped to wigs
where a kindly woman
gently slipped a blonde one on me.
“Just want to see
how it looks with this, ” I said.
pointed to the leather bikini.
“Stunning, ” she exclaimed,
“and how lucky can a girl be!
we only began carrying
the full figured line two months ago.”
I whispered, “The beard,
well, a genetic difficulty...”
“Don’t say another world, ” she sighed.
I paraded into the Dressing Room
and counted three completely nude women
and seven semi-nude women
posing before mirrors.
Legs trembling I mumbled
when I felt a tap
on my shoulder.
I slowly turned
a short Transvestite wearing
a pale rose satin slip who asked,
“Whatta ya think, angel? ”
“Absolutely and thoroughly