"Arnold just do as I say or this will be our only date. I hope I am making myself clear."
"Yes, Addie, of course." Rather than being offended or reacting like a macho jerk, he brightened up at being ordered about by his transgirl date.
"Now that's a good boy." I ran my hand along the inside of his thigh and rested it for a minute on his fly. Trying the role of what used to be called a cock-tease, I slid my hand away and leaned back against the seat until I was sure he was looking at me. Then I rested my fingers against my breasts, slowly circled my nipples and smiled at Arnold. Guiding his hand to my breast, I allowed him to barely sense rather than actually feel my hard nipple through my tank top undershirt and the French sailor's blouse.