I blinked as Suzie's words sunk in. Shazan? An evil gangster? The idea seemed absurd. Shazan was nice. He'd helped me out earlier...
Oh, really? another part of my mind spoke up. Was he doing his part to help out a newbie, or just a guy checking out a hot piece of ass? As a guy in real life, I knew which was more likely. "Ah man," I moaned out loud. "How could I have been so stupid?"
Suzie's anger vanished. "It's alright," she comforted me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Just promise me you'll stay away from him, okay?"
I nodded, ashamed I had thought of that creep as a friend. "I promise," I said. Ready to move on, I gave her a friendly leer and suggested, "Hey, now that we've had our first real fight, maybe we should have our first real 'make up session'."
"Hmm, there's a thought," she smiled seductively, pulling me in for a kiss... and then leaning away at the last moment. "Why don't you go into the bedroom..." she whispered, her lips an inch away from mine. "Take off those clothes... and put these on." She handed me the leather armor and lightly patted my back with a bright smile on her face.
I shook my head as I accepted the garments. "You are such a tease," I complained. Were I still a guy, my skirt would now have a large tent in it. Of course, if I was still a guy, I wouldn't be wearing a skirt at all.
"But am I a cute tease?" she asked innocently, looking at me with wide puppy-dog eyes.
"Always," I answered, allowing her to steer me to her bedroom. Oh to be there under other circumstances! Once alone, I stripped out of my dancer outfit and, pausing to examine my naked female body, changed into the armor Suzie had bought for me.
