Assistant stationmaster Randolph was a gay sissy. He was fortunate as he handled the operation of the train station and bus stop for the town of Dickies Gap during the graveyard shift. No longer a youngster Randy had a comfortable life making enough to buy a nice white victorian house, near the tracks naturally. He was currently in his basement playing with an impressive electric ho train set.
Randy was wearing a nerd outfit that suited his physique and demeaner. Randy was diminutive in size with narrow shoulders and narrow waist. Below his waist he had broad round hips and a nice round feminine ass. He wore a Mr Rogers outfit from the waist up of a button down blue shirt with a dark blue bowtie over which he wore a dark blue knitted cardigan. At his waist he wore a tiny tutu like skirt with petticoats and his crotch covered by a dark blue thong. Suspenders and stockings clad his shapely legs and black patent leather three inch pumps with spiked heels on his small feet. The heels brought him to a height of just under six feet.
Randy had a narrow high brow head, piercing blue eyes, high cheek bones and expressive full lips. Being a faggot in sissytown Randy wore a cum target on his forehead between his arched eyebrows. It is the fashion in the town to wear this target to let Alphas know that you are into cum facials and sucking cock. It eliminated a lot of uncertainty about who you are. Randy was quite proud of his and it made him hot when he found an Alpha checking it out.
Randy had a chrome dildo butt plug in his arse and sometime tonight he would be rubbing one out with his little 4 incher. He fixed a small engine on the track bending at the hips and... he liked bending at his hips.
The phone rang, it was Jerome!
"Hi Randy could I stop by?"
"Of course Jerome, come down to my basement the front door is open! Do you know where I live?"
"Sure I will be there in 15."
Randy smiled as his heart went pitterpat. He must put some lipstick on! He pirouetted on his toes.
Jerome smiled as he drove his patrol car across town. Sam his boss told him to develop a good relationship with the littlle fag assistant stationmaster. Randy knew a lot about Dickie's Gap and its sissy community and he was a good friend... and a great lay.
Jerome pulled up in front of Randy's picture perfect little victorian. When Jerome got out he put on his tan stetson and adjusted the anaconda in his tan thong. He closed the car door and his handcuffs jingled on his belt. "God!" he thought, he felt like a male stripper in this outfit, "whoever designed this..."
His boss Sherriff Sam had told him the reason behind the outfit was because of the disparity between Alphas like him and the largly sissy community here. At a 4 to 1 ratio the sissies needed to be sexually satisfied so Jerome dressed like a black cowboy with chaps and boots and a stretchy thong barely covering his meat. That was the reason for the cum target tatoos that most of the sissies sported. It made sex easier and more frequent with more people. That was why Sam needed him, as he put it, "I'm gettin' plumb tuckered out servicing all the needy little fags."
Jerome entered the doors into Randy's vestibule and a side door to the basement stairs.
"Randy?"
"Come on down Jerome!"
