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b]Tales of a Crossdresser: Dressed in Public[/b]
Author's note: This post originally appeared on my blog, Tales of a Crossdresser. If you are looking for a story with oodles of hot, kinky sex, you better keep looking I'm afraid......Bri[/i]
I used the clicking of my heels on the neon-lit sidewalk to keep time with the mantra I was chanting in my head,
“Point the toe, heel first, straight line, swing the hip…”
as I turned the corner of the alley where I had parked the car and onto the crowded Kansas City Halloween sidewalk.
Ok, maybe not really crowded yet, but I kept my eyes straight ahead as aimed for the door of the nightclub.
I think I was at work when I realized that I would need a motel room for an overnight stay in Eastern Kansas on Halloween. I also realized that there was a nightclub in Kansas City, Missie B’s, that was friendly to cross dressers. Or so I had heard.
I know when cosmic forces are aligning to give me a sign from the goddess --- Halloween, Missy B’s, a chance to realize a life-long dream of going into a public place dressed. I decided not to tempt the goddess and made plans.
I reserved a hotel as close to the venue as I could find. I packed my pink chemise, heels, gloves, crotchless pantyhose, little black dress and lipstick, since my eye makeup had gone AWOL. I picked some fingernail polish, my favorite pink thongs and found my earrings and bracelet. I put it all in a lil red bag and stuffed it deep into my duffel bag.
I decided that I could get some makeup, a clutch-purse and maybe a corset (SHOPPING!!) in a mall on the way…I was still undecided as to whether I would go through with it, but after I got off work I pointed the car northeast to K.C.
The interstate was jammed at rush hour -- I hadn’t counted on that -- and my shopping excursion was cancelled since I couldn’t get into the proper turnoff lane, so I headed for the motel and checked in.
I had a quick meeting with my daughter (she had already had prior commitments for the evening --- another sign that the cosmos was aligning for my plan.) I left the hotel and drove to Missie B’s, to check the place out while in hated boi-clothes.
I ordered a couple of O’Douls (recovering lush remember?) and finally screwed up the courage to talk to one of the bartenders, named Dave, telling him a quick synopsis of my crodressing and my plans.
Dave was most helpful, assuring me that it was okay and that the party would begin about ninish. I told him I was going to put on my party dress and thanks. He said to tell the doorman I had been in before and use his name so I wouldn’t have to pay the cover.
As I was leaving, I saw a gorgeous gurl walk past me. Blonde hair in a nice hairdo, killer legs and figure in a nice tight leather mini-dress and bodice that showed-off her wonderful cleavage. I was soo jealous. I wish I looked like her. She had some lovely sparkly 4” heels. I stopped her as she was sauntering into the smoking deck and complimented her on them and asked her where she had got them. She said something, but the music blared and I missed it, then she slid into the smoking deck.
I got into the car, lit a Misty 120 to steel my nerves and headed back for a shower and shave.
But first, a stop at Walgreens for some makeup and some sort of purse. I had been told to also grab douche, lube and some condoms, but as the makeup tab was reaching well beyond my expectations so I left with eye shadows, mascara, a cute lil leopard print bag that I could use as a purse that had another bag for makeup inside of that.
It took me longer to get out of Walgreens than I’d have liked, but I beat it back to my room, showered, shaved all over, added some skin lotion, sprinkled some musk on me and got into my chemise, pulled on the stockings and slipped into my lil black dress.
As I did my shoulder length hair in the mirror I kept asking myself ‘What if a man propositions me?’[/i]
The dress was sheer, see-through and slutty. I realized that men could see my thong and my ass as I twirled in front of the mirror.
I took a deep breathe and pulled my sweats over the girl clothes, loaded my purse with my wallet, ciggies, lighter and makeup kit and shoved it into my red bag with my heels. I grabbed the red bag, took a deep another long breathe and headed for the car.
I parked in the rear of the building, which Dave had assured me was okay, turned off the car and locked the doors. I slithered out of my sweats and kicked off my tennis shoes. I discovered that I didn’t have the agility to do the shoe straps within the car, so I lowered the visor and tried to do my makeup.
Who ever called those visor mirrors vanity mirrors should be shot--the light was dim and I didn’t really do a good job of applying my eye shadow and mascara. But I figured the bar was dark anyway. So after adding my pink lipstick, I unlocked the doors, swung my feet out of the car and did the straps.
I took another deep breathe, straightened my dress, locked the car and strode down the alley.
I paid the cover at the door and went back to Dave’s bar (there are several in the club) to let him know I had returned. He seemed genuinely pleased to see me and made me a great, gurly-fruity non-alcoholic drink.
A cute, young, blonde man reached inside my cleavage and tweaked one of my hardened nipples. I smiled at him as he disappeared behind his boyfriend.
I needed a ciggy so I headed for the smoking lounge and the gurl I had run into earlier was there. I gave her a lil wave and she gave me a long look, recognized me and then dragged me over to the standing table where she and a girlfriend were chatting.
They asked me where I was from and my name and I answered “Bri, Brianna.” That seemed to break the ice and they introduced themselves, the blonde gurl was “Bev” and her girlfriend was 'Alice'.
Bev said that she liked my bracelet and purse and of course, I told her she was drop dead gorgeous and I was jealous. I knew the balance of my attire, prob was far too slutty to be seen in, but it was dark in our little gurl corner and I noticed a lot of the gurls tended to hang there during the night.
Bev went to get a drink and I kept answering Alice’s questions, trying to find a place to put my fruity drink to light a ciggy. I slipped it behind her back on the table and lit a nerve-soothing smoke.
About this time some really drunk guy ambled over and started chatting me up. Being in recovery, I quickly dismissed his advances courteously.
“Do you know him?” Bev asked. I replied in the negative. “Whatever you do, don’t buy him a drink.” I assured her I wouldn’t.
Alice had discovered that it was my first time out in public and told Bev. Bev took quite an interest in me and asked a lot of questions about me, like if my wife knew I dressed. I told her I thought she suspected and she looked right into my soul and said
“She knows.”
After that we had a quick enlightening discussion about my dressing. She asked me how I felt about being dressed in public with a no-bullshit phrase
“How are you feeling about being here, dressed now?”
I was sort of overwhelmed. It felt good to be in a dress and high heels, my nipples poking out through the sheer fabric. It was great to be dressed and talking to another gurl, albeit she lived as a gurl full-time while I was in the closet, I could sense her empathy and concern. It felt good to be accepted for being in my own skin.
I tried to convey these things to her over the thump of the loud music and the ever-increasing noise of the celebrating crowd.
She asked me about porn and I told her about xhamster…she told me to remember that there was a difference betwixt the internet and reality.
“I have to go pee,” she said “I’ll be right back,”
Here I was confused. I instinctively wanted to say “I’ll go with you,” as I know that is how gurls do things and wondered if she was implying that I ask.
On the other hand, I didn’t want to make a faux pas, so she collected her drink and bag and headed towards the girl’s room.
As she left, a tsunami of humanity swarmed into the bar and a lot of them spilled onto the deck. I don’t know if Bev could have made it back through the mass of humanity, but I stayed in my corner and absorbed it all.
There were gurls of every size, age and shape from the willowy drop-dead creatures to large-sized gurls. Due to my slutty attire and my deer-in-the-headlight look, I found myself attracting some attention, people coming over to talk and glance at me out of the corner of their eyes. But they weren’t mocking and I felt accepted, like one of the gurls.
One thing I noticed, is that I was very good in my heels compared to a lot of the gurls there. I guess all that practice around the farm paid off. I kept the using the mantra in my head each time I had to move.
Finally, I could feel the crush of the crowd and I got nervous. A beautiful gurl and her girlfriend were cuddling and kissing by my table. As they left, her girlfriend kissed me on the cheek and told me she was proud of me. There was a parting in the crowd and they took it, I shot right after them and headed for the door.
The crowds were increasing and I meet a few peeps on the way back to the car, but they didn’t laugh outright, it must have been the walk and my bouncing boobies in the cold air.
Returning to the hotel, I used the makeup cleansing kit, slid into a nightie and turned on the tube. It had been wonderful two hours of gurltime. It was nice sleeping in my nightgown.
Will I do it again?
I don’t know. But I do have my eye on a nice little leopard print skirt….[/i]
Author's note: This post originally appeared on my blog, Tales of a Crossdresser. If you are looking for a story with oodles of hot, kinky sex, you better keep looking I'm afraid......Bri[/i]
I used the clicking of my heels on the neon-lit sidewalk to keep time with the mantra I was chanting in my head,
“Point the toe, heel first, straight line, swing the hip…”
as I turned the corner of the alley where I had parked the car and onto the crowded Kansas City Halloween sidewalk.
Ok, maybe not really crowded yet, but I kept my eyes straight ahead as aimed for the door of the nightclub.
I think I was at work when I realized that I would need a motel room for an overnight stay in Eastern Kansas on Halloween. I also realized that there was a nightclub in Kansas City, Missie B’s, that was friendly to cross dressers. Or so I had heard.
I know when cosmic forces are aligning to give me a sign from the goddess --- Halloween, Missy B’s, a chance to realize a life-long dream of going into a public place dressed. I decided not to tempt the goddess and made plans.
I reserved a hotel as close to the venue as I could find. I packed my pink chemise, heels, gloves, crotchless pantyhose, little black dress and lipstick, since my eye makeup had gone AWOL. I picked some fingernail polish, my favorite pink thongs and found my earrings and bracelet. I put it all in a lil red bag and stuffed it deep into my duffel bag.
I decided that I could get some makeup, a clutch-purse and maybe a corset (SHOPPING!!) in a mall on the way…I was still undecided as to whether I would go through with it, but after I got off work I pointed the car northeast to K.C.
The interstate was jammed at rush hour -- I hadn’t counted on that -- and my shopping excursion was cancelled since I couldn’t get into the proper turnoff lane, so I headed for the motel and checked in.
I had a quick meeting with my daughter (she had already had prior commitments for the evening --- another sign that the cosmos was aligning for my plan.) I left the hotel and drove to Missie B’s, to check the place out while in hated boi-clothes.
I ordered a couple of O’Douls (recovering lush remember?) and finally screwed up the courage to talk to one of the bartenders, named Dave, telling him a quick synopsis of my crodressing and my plans.
Dave was most helpful, assuring me that it was okay and that the party would begin about ninish. I told him I was going to put on my party dress and thanks. He said to tell the doorman I had been in before and use his name so I wouldn’t have to pay the cover.
As I was leaving, I saw a gorgeous gurl walk past me. Blonde hair in a nice hairdo, killer legs and figure in a nice tight leather mini-dress and bodice that showed-off her wonderful cleavage. I was soo jealous. I wish I looked like her. She had some lovely sparkly 4” heels. I stopped her as she was sauntering into the smoking deck and complimented her on them and asked her where she had got them. She said something, but the music blared and I missed it, then she slid into the smoking deck.
I got into the car, lit a Misty 120 to steel my nerves and headed back for a shower and shave.
But first, a stop at Walgreens for some makeup and some sort of purse. I had been told to also grab douche, lube and some condoms, but as the makeup tab was reaching well beyond my expectations so I left with eye shadows, mascara, a cute lil leopard print bag that I could use as a purse that had another bag for makeup inside of that.
It took me longer to get out of Walgreens than I’d have liked, but I beat it back to my room, showered, shaved all over, added some skin lotion, sprinkled some musk on me and got into my chemise, pulled on the stockings and slipped into my lil black dress.
As I did my shoulder length hair in the mirror I kept asking myself ‘What if a man propositions me?’[/i]
The dress was sheer, see-through and slutty. I realized that men could see my thong and my ass as I twirled in front of the mirror.
I took a deep breathe and pulled my sweats over the girl clothes, loaded my purse with my wallet, ciggies, lighter and makeup kit and shoved it into my red bag with my heels. I grabbed the red bag, took a deep another long breathe and headed for the car.
I parked in the rear of the building, which Dave had assured me was okay, turned off the car and locked the doors. I slithered out of my sweats and kicked off my tennis shoes. I discovered that I didn’t have the agility to do the shoe straps within the car, so I lowered the visor and tried to do my makeup.
Who ever called those visor mirrors vanity mirrors should be shot--the light was dim and I didn’t really do a good job of applying my eye shadow and mascara. But I figured the bar was dark anyway. So after adding my pink lipstick, I unlocked the doors, swung my feet out of the car and did the straps.
I took another deep breathe, straightened my dress, locked the car and strode down the alley.
I paid the cover at the door and went back to Dave’s bar (there are several in the club) to let him know I had returned. He seemed genuinely pleased to see me and made me a great, gurly-fruity non-alcoholic drink.
A cute, young, blonde man reached inside my cleavage and tweaked one of my hardened nipples. I smiled at him as he disappeared behind his boyfriend.
I needed a ciggy so I headed for the smoking lounge and the gurl I had run into earlier was there. I gave her a lil wave and she gave me a long look, recognized me and then dragged me over to the standing table where she and a girlfriend were chatting.
They asked me where I was from and my name and I answered “Bri, Brianna.” That seemed to break the ice and they introduced themselves, the blonde gurl was “Bev” and her girlfriend was 'Alice'.
Bev said that she liked my bracelet and purse and of course, I told her she was drop dead gorgeous and I was jealous. I knew the balance of my attire, prob was far too slutty to be seen in, but it was dark in our little gurl corner and I noticed a lot of the gurls tended to hang there during the night.
Bev went to get a drink and I kept answering Alice’s questions, trying to find a place to put my fruity drink to light a ciggy. I slipped it behind her back on the table and lit a nerve-soothing smoke.
About this time some really drunk guy ambled over and started chatting me up. Being in recovery, I quickly dismissed his advances courteously.
“Do you know him?” Bev asked. I replied in the negative. “Whatever you do, don’t buy him a drink.” I assured her I wouldn’t.
Alice had discovered that it was my first time out in public and told Bev. Bev took quite an interest in me and asked a lot of questions about me, like if my wife knew I dressed. I told her I thought she suspected and she looked right into my soul and said
“She knows.”
After that we had a quick enlightening discussion about my dressing. She asked me how I felt about being dressed in public with a no-bullshit phrase
“How are you feeling about being here, dressed now?”
I was sort of overwhelmed. It felt good to be in a dress and high heels, my nipples poking out through the sheer fabric. It was great to be dressed and talking to another gurl, albeit she lived as a gurl full-time while I was in the closet, I could sense her empathy and concern. It felt good to be accepted for being in my own skin.
I tried to convey these things to her over the thump of the loud music and the ever-increasing noise of the celebrating crowd.
She asked me about porn and I told her about xhamster…she told me to remember that there was a difference betwixt the internet and reality.
“I have to go pee,” she said “I’ll be right back,”
Here I was confused. I instinctively wanted to say “I’ll go with you,” as I know that is how gurls do things and wondered if she was implying that I ask.
On the other hand, I didn’t want to make a faux pas, so she collected her drink and bag and headed towards the girl’s room.
As she left, a tsunami of humanity swarmed into the bar and a lot of them spilled onto the deck. I don’t know if Bev could have made it back through the mass of humanity, but I stayed in my corner and absorbed it all.
There were gurls of every size, age and shape from the willowy drop-dead creatures to large-sized gurls. Due to my slutty attire and my deer-in-the-headlight look, I found myself attracting some attention, people coming over to talk and glance at me out of the corner of their eyes. But they weren’t mocking and I felt accepted, like one of the gurls.
One thing I noticed, is that I was very good in my heels compared to a lot of the gurls there. I guess all that practice around the farm paid off. I kept the using the mantra in my head each time I had to move.
Finally, I could feel the crush of the crowd and I got nervous. A beautiful gurl and her girlfriend were cuddling and kissing by my table. As they left, her girlfriend kissed me on the cheek and told me she was proud of me. There was a parting in the crowd and they took it, I shot right after them and headed for the door.
The crowds were increasing and I meet a few peeps on the way back to the car, but they didn’t laugh outright, it must have been the walk and my bouncing boobies in the cold air.
Returning to the hotel, I used the makeup cleansing kit, slid into a nightie and turned on the tube. It had been wonderful two hours of gurltime. It was nice sleeping in my nightgown.
Will I do it again?
I don’t know. But I do have my eye on a nice little leopard print skirt….[/i]
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