anthem4pipedreams
The cross-dresser stood vigilantly behind the counter as he painted a cake that was due in the next couple of hours. Seriously how can they order an extravagant cake and expect it to be done that day!? He sighed rather annoyed as he painted flames on the cake, and creating ‘burnt marks’ across the white cake. He heard the door bell jingle as it opened and looked up form the corner of his eyes and went back to working. “Evening, Sorry that I may seem rude but I’m rushed at the moment.”
The redhead stepped into the small bakery, watching the girl slave over the cake-- Ah, so that was the cake that he ordered, it looked rather delicious "(I knew that ordering from here would be a good idea..)" He thinks to himself. "It is quite alright..." He tells the girl, his hues admiring the girls work on the cake "That cake looks wonderful so far.."











