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A Night Out To Remember
I had known Sue for almost five years but had known Liz for a lot longer. We had met while she was
still at school although I was four years older we still became good friends. After she left school I
helped her with her college work and more importantly when she needed advice about boys and later
girls. I helped her pass through that difficult stage when she was just discovering her sexuality. She
soon became aware that although she liked boys she liked girls a whole lot more.
It was difficult because we lived in a small country town and everyone knew everyone else. She even
lived with me for 6 months while she was trying to get a job. As she became more confident about her
sexuality I started going with her to the big town 20 miles away where my parents still lived. We
would go for a few drinks in the town centre bars and she would beg me to take her to one of the few
gay bars. I went but would just sit back quietly drinking my beer while she would dance and chat with
the people who were there.
Sometimes a guy would come over and ask me to dance or offer me a beer but I would just politely
refuse and say "sorry I'm straight, I'm here with my friend." Most of the guys would apologize for
bothering me and some would sit and chat for a while before going to look for someone else. I
enjoyed the gay scene as everyone was friendly and there were never any problems.
It was in one of these bar where Liz met Sue and they hit it off straight away. They were like chalk
and cheese, Liz is tall and well built with beautiful 36C tits and full hips. Sue was a lot shorter and
slimmer with pert but small 34B tits. That was five years ago next Saturday and they were planning a
big anniversary party.
During the last five years Liz had got a very good job in a big city about 60 miles away and Sue
moved down with her and had found a job nursing in the local hospital. I had kept my old engineering
job but had promised to go down and celebrate with them even promising I would be there whatever
it took to do it.
Typically on Saturday morning, I had to work on a rush job that took longer to do than it should so
had to ride down on the afternoon. I had been riding my motorbikes since I left school and now had a
big fast bike so the 60 miles was no problem. No problem turned out to be "famous last words", I had
barely got half way before it started to rain, one of those summer storms that last half an hour but
dump enough water to swim in and I didn't bring my waterproofs. Then the ignition started to break
down on the bike and by the time I had got the bike running again I was soaked.
I finally got to Liz and Sue's house a little after five and the party was supposed to start at seven. I
opened my bag to get my party clothes out and to my horror found they were soaked too. Even worse
everything was stained with mud and oil off the road. The only thing that wasn't wet was an old pair
of shorts I had intended to use to sleep in.
Liz had planned to go to a gay nightclub after meeting her friends in the gay bar but it was a slightly
up-market place and had a dress code on a Saturday and an old pair of oily jeans just weren't good
enough. I said I would stay at her house while she went out with her friends but she wouldn't go out
without her best and oldest friend with her. I wasn't going to let her stay in on her and Sue's fifth
anniversary so there had to be a way for me to go with them.
My clothes were ruined and I needed to be reasonably well dressed to get in the nightclub. I said I
didn't want to spoil her night out and would do anything to help. These were foolish words to say to
Liz who had a sense of humour with a wicked edge to it. We already knew she could fit many of my
clothes because she had borrowed most of them when she lived with me. A pair of jeans was no good
as the dress code didn't allow them so we needed a decent pair of pants that didn't look too feminine.
The same went for T-shirts, a nice shirt looking blouse would be ok.
We looked in her wardrobe and found nothing. There were lots of very feminine dresses and skirts, a
few frilly blouses and little tops but nothing that could be mistaken for anything other than women's
clothing.
Sue's clothes were the same mixture of delicate girly tops and skirts. I was starting to lose interest in
the whole idea when Liz obviously came up with a plan.
"If you don't mind wearing some of my clothes to go out then you shouldn't mind wearing any of my
clothes." She said in a questioning tone.
"Well, I don't know, what do you have in mind?" I asked slightly confused by this sudden change in
direction.
"You know I love you and would do anything for you." she said and now I was starting to worry about
what she was thinking. She didn't normally begin by saying that unless she was going to ask me to do
something she knew I wouldn't like. "Well you know we will go to the club and there are lots of weird
people there so you wouldn't look unusual or strange. So I was thinking you could dress up and make
it a kind of fancy dress party." I still wasn't sure what she meant but the alarm bells were starting to
ring. "You know we are about the same size and almost everything in my wardrobe would fit you. With
a bit of make up we could go as a drag queen or something."
Now I was worried because I had already agreed to try on her clothes if there was any that was
suitable and she had just made everything suitable. No matter how hard I tried to back out the two
girls wouldn't let me.
"Come on, I would do it for you." Liz said in that tone that suggested I would have to find a really
good excuse to get out of it. I didn't want to spoil their evening so I finally agreed.
First I had to get a shower and shave as I didn't what to look like a butch dyke as the girls put it. Liz
said that while I got my shower they would find some suitable clothes. Then after I got dressed they
would then finish with a little bit of make up. It all sounded so simple and painless but I was still not
happy about being dressed as a woman in public.
The shower felt good after the long afternoon spent getting here and shaving my legs wasn't much
more difficult than shaving my face. I didn't have that much other body hair but the girls insisted I
shaved it too. The feeling of being completely hairless was a little exciting and now that I had started
the rest of the plan didn't seem so bad.
The two girls had laid out a range of clothes for me to try. They decided that black was just too cliché
and same went for white so it was a choice between the pink or pastel blue underwear. I liked the
blue lace bra and panties set as the panties looked more comfortable than the pink thong and half-cup
bra. The panties were more snug than I expected and when I tucked my cock between my legs and
pulled them up, I found they held my cock in place, perfectly. The lacy front meant you could see my
pubes but nothing else. The bra fitted nicely around my chest but because it was Liz's there was a lot
of space in the cups I couldn't fill. Then Sue surprised me by giving me a pair of false tits.
"I like to pretend mine the same the size as hers when we go clubbing." She explained. Now the bra
fitted perfect and the little panties hugged my ass very tightly. Next, came the stockings which were
holdup style and flesh coloured with a nice lacy edge around the top. Standing there in just the bra,
panties and stockings made me feel quite sexy but not ready to go out.
They did my makeup with just a little eye shadow and mascara around my eyes, a bit of blusher on
my cheeks and deep red lipstick. They even painted my nails a bright red before they took me out of
the bathroom back into the bedroom. The skirts they had picked out were in various shades of red,
blue or yellow. Each one was short and tight fitting and after seeing Liz wearing them I knew they left
little to the imagination. I wasn't sure I had the right figure to wear anything that short or tight. Liz
then showed me a pale blue skirt that was cut at an angle so that it was longer on the right than the
left that would swing and flow as I walked but Liz warned me that it was quite light and could blow up
if I wasn't careful. I picked that skirt as it looked easier to walk in even though it showed most of my
legs and barely covered the top of my stocking that my left leg was wrapped in.
I now needed a top to match the skirt and Sue said she had the perfect thing. The skirt had a very
tight matching camisole top which was difficult for me to put on over the suddenly larger chest the bra
and fake boobs gave me. It wasn't a very warm night so they gave me a short white silk jacket that
only just reached the top of the skirt. Looking down over the top of my tits I could see my feet and
nothing much in between without leaning forward.
They seemed happy with my choices although they wouldn't let me see myself in a mirror until they
had finished the transformation. I was shown to a chair for my makeup and again Sue surprised me
by bringing out a long brown wig.
"Sometimes we go out as twins." She explained to my unvoiced question.
"Oh, yes lets do that." Squealed, Liz in delight. "We can all go dressed nearly the same as each other
and see what everyone says. We'll look like triplets."
"I'll go in the red skirt and you can go in the white one." Sue said in the same girlish voice. I hadn't
heard them this excited for months and I didn't feel as bad as I stood there in a pale blue skirt,
camisole, short white jacket, stockings and blue bra and panties set. They reappeared a few minutes
later and they did look like sisters in their red and white skirts and matching tight tops, it didn't occur
to me that might look the same as them. Liz found me a pair of not too high heeled shoes that
"shouldn't hurt my feet too much" or so she said. They did their makeup and we were ready to go.
"Wait a minute I haven't seen myself yet, I want to know how bad I look." I had expected to look like
someone out with friends in fancy dress but when I saw myself the impression I got was very
different. I didn't want to look like a drag queen but the beautiful woman that stood in the mirror
where I should have been was a real shock. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea because as a man in
fancy dress nobody would chat me up but dressed like this I might try to chat myself up if it wasn't
me. I was confused I just didn't expect to look this good.
Liz and Sue dragged me out and hailed a taxi before I could think too much about what I was doing. I
was in a straight bar having my first stiff drink before I realised I looked like one of three girls. All of
us were getting looks off the guys in the bar but fortunately Liz finished her drink quickly and wanted
to go to the next bar.
Four bars later and we finally arrived at the gay bar where we were meeting Liz and Sue's friends. I
knew many of them as I had met most of them a few times over the last five years but none of them
recognised me dressed like this. Liz introduced me as Jane a friend from school that was down from
the old hometown for the night. So far the night had been a blur and now that we finally slowed down
I could start to get my wits back. I was dressed as a beautiful woman in a gay bar miles from where I
lived and everyone here seemed to think I was a school friend of Liz, a female friend of hers.
I then found my first unexpected problem when one of her pretty but very gay friends asked if I
wanted to dance. Should I say I am gay or straight? When I was a man there was no problem because
only the gay guys would hit on me but now I might get hit on by the lesbians or the various straight
guys that always seemed to be there. I decided to be the opposite of whatever they were and try to
everyone happy but at a distance.
My plan was working up until I met Garry. He had come with one of Liz's friends but had come late
because he lived a short distance from the city in one of the small villages nearby. We were
introduced by his sister who had been friends with Liz for years. I knew she was a lesbian so I had
already told her that I wasn't gay to keep her from hitting on me but she now told her brother that I
was straight.
He was nice looking and a little taller than me but he just chatted about simple things and never
seemed to be trying to anything more. I had stopped drinking the hard stuff in favour of beer but only
in half pint glasses and even then only very slowly, taking little sips instead of big mouthfuls. I was
starting to like the handsome young man with his quick wit and pleasant conversation.
It was soon time to go to the nightclub and so we all gathered our things and for the first time I
headed to the "little girl's room" with all the other women. Liz and Sue rushed over to me and
whispered,
"We saw you talking with Garry and you were flirting with him!" I probably blushed but still denied
everything. They giggled and said "of course you weren't" in a tone that said "yes you were." We got
into the nightclub without any problems and Garry even paid for me. I found myself sitting in a quiet
area of the club with Garry while everyone else went to dance. When he asked me to dance, I said yes
without thinking, although, I may have thought it was a mistake if I had allowed myself to think too
much at this point.
We danced for awhile and I found myself enjoying being treated like a girl but it still felt a little
strange when I looked up and saw a guy instead of a girl as my dance partner. I could feel the dress
move over my legs as I slowly danced to the music. I even started to admit to myself that it felt really
good to feel so many things moving with me, my dress swished around my legs, the camisole was
very tight but I could still feel the false boobs moving underneath it. I could feel the long hair of the
wig swirling around my shoulders and the dangly earrings which Sue had insisted I wear, moved with
the music.
I can't remember what music was playing but I do remember looking at his feet most of the time as I
thought that was the proper thing to do for a girl and only very occasionally looking up at his body.
Each time I caught myself looking at his strong legs or broad chest I would remind myself that he
thought I was a girl and lower my gaze back to his feet. As we danced I found that I had to remind
myself more often and even sometimes I caught myself looking at the bulge in his pants. What was I
doing and what was I thinking looking at a man like that.
I couldn't believe I was standing there dressed as a girl dancing with a man and looking at his crotch.
How did this evening get so out of hand? Then the music changed from the fast dance music that was
popular in the clubs and bars to a slower romantic ballad style. I thought that it was time to go back
to our drinks and chat some more but Garry simply took my hand and pulled me close to his chest. I
surprised myself by not resisting and suddenly found myself pressed gently to his warm strong body.
As we danced I became more comfortable with the situation and even started to enjoy it As we
swayed to the music he moved a little closer and I even leaned towards him and it was then I felt
something I definitely did not expect to feel pressing against my belly. It was his cock and although it
was soft it still felt a lot bigger than I thought it would feel. I realised that I had actually thought about
how big his cock was when I had looked at his crotch earlier and how it would feel pressed against
me. I tried to pull away slightly but found I didn't want to. I liked the feel of this man's body and
wanted to stay there for a little longer. I felt warm and safe even though I knew he thought I was
someone else or at least something other than a man dressed in a pale blue dress and lace panties.
The song changed and in that moment as one finished and next began, he lowered his head and I
looked up and our lips met. It was a tentative kiss at first but when I didn't pull away the kiss became
more romantic and then passionate. I didn't want it to begin and had been dreading the awkward
moment when he would try but that was before the slow dance and now I didn't want it to end. We
kissed for what seemed like forever but it was only a few moments. The kiss had a strange effect on
me and I seemed to melt in his arms, the effect on him was probably predictable but it still took my
breath away. I felt his cock start to grow in his pants and push more against my panty covered skin
just above where my cock was being held captive between my legs. I was very conscious of the slow
movements as his cock began to wake from its slumber. Each heartbeat made it harden a little more,
my heartbeat increased with each little twitch of that long piece of flesh I had not seen but was
getting to know better as it continued to press against me. I was getting excited at the idea that I had
made him excited and that his excitement was sexual as well. I had a funny feeling in the pit of my
stomach and the hairs on my arms had they still been there would have stood on end. I'm sure I was
blushing and I was definitely feeling a bit warm as the bulge kept getting bigger.
A question popped into my head, "could I actually fancy this guy, did I find him attractive? What
would I do if he wanted to take this further as his cock told me he was thinking of doing?" it was now
hard and pressed against leaving little doubt that the kiss had given him the desire to go further than
the goodnight peck I had been willing to give just a few minutes earlier.
Now I was actually thinking about a much longer kiss that I hoped would be just moments away but
once again the music changed back to the faster dance stuff they had played earlier and we decided to
sit back down.
I guess from Liz's expression that see had seen me on the dance floor and was shocked at my
behaviour but I didn't care as it was her fault I was dressed like this but as I turned the corner of the
bar I saw myself in one of the many mirrors that covered the walls. My dress and camisole were
almost transparent in the UV lights that had been switched on during the slow music. My bra and
panties were clearly visible through the dress luckily the bra and panties were not effected by the
lights and remained opaque despite being almost nothing but lace. My figure looked even better than
before, my tits and my ass were fantastic and I did look very sexy. Suddenly I felt so sexy and
desirable that Garry would be a lucky man if he could have me but if he asked, I would have done
whatever he wanted.
I was so horny that I wanted to see that bulge instead of feeling it through his pants and touch it with
my hands not just have it pressed against my stomach. He said he was going to the toilet and I sat
down next to the girls and I took a sip of my drink before being dragged off to the ladies by Liz and
Sue.
"What are you doing?" asked Liz with a smile, "I think you more than fancy him. I think you want to
find a quiet place to...." She left the last few words hang in the air without saying them and she was
right, I did.
"I thought you were straight." Sue added to an already confused situation. "And I thought he was
straight too."
"Yes I know, this is going to be a disaster no matter how I do it." I moaned as the reality of it all come
rushing back to me. I looked into the mirror on the wall and saw a beautiful young woman with firm
breasts and a tight waist but below that I knew was a cock that wasn't going to disappear for a few
hours and make everything easier. Even as I thought this I was still remembering the feel of his cock
and I even tried to picture the size and shape of it. The harder I tried not to think about it the worse it
got.
We left the toilets and went to sit back in our seats just as Garry came back from the bar with fresh
drinks. Instead of sitting opposite me as he had been before, he sat next to me. He gave everyone
their drinks and handed mine to me with a smile that had me blushing again. As we chatted I felt his
hand brush my leg a few times before it settled just above my knee. Garry was sitting on my left and
the skirt had slid up and was an inch or two above where his hand was. He moved in his seat to face
me a little more and as he did his hand moved more than the two inches to the hem of my dress. The
feel of his hand moving over the stockings was electric and when it reached the bare skin above the
lace trim at the top I almost forgot what he would find in place of the cunt he was expecting to find. I
almost didn't stop his hand in time but finally put my hand on his before it was too late and said, "Not
here." I knew I should have something like NO, stop it, don't do that or something more definite and
less vague than not here but that's what came out of my mouth.
He was not angry or that disappointed with my reaction but he didn't move his hand away either and
to my surprise I didn't move it or close my legs either. I looked down to check if anyone could see
what he was doing and was relieved to find that the table hid everything. He gently squeezed my leg
and I wanted to do the same to him but didn't want to encourage him too much. I slowly turned but
also slid back so that his hand wouldn't move either up or down my leg. I continued to chat about
various things although I couldn't think about anything else except his hand on my skin. Finally when I
thought the moment was right I gently placed my hand on his muscular thigh. He moved slightly
closer to me pushing my hand further up his leg while I held his where it was on mine.
We talked to each other or any of the many friends that came to sit at the table between dances but
we kept our hands on each others legs the whole time. It felt more romantic than sexy but I couldn't
help thinking about what was just a few inches away from my fingertips.
When the music changed back to the slow smoochy stuff he asked me to dance again and I happily
agreed. He held me close as he did before but this time his hand caressed my ass instead of the small
of my back. He moved closer still and placed the other hand on my ass cheek pulling me on to the
hard bulge that was now pointing straight up and was pressing against me from the top of my
trimmed pubic hair to my navel. I moved my hips gently back and forth to the music rubbing my
stomach across his hard on as I did. After a few moments he did the same to me, rubbing that big stiff
cock against my thin clothes and the panties beneath.
The romantic mood I had felt earlier had changed and now I was feeling sexier than I had ever felt
before and even a bit lustful. I slipped my hand from his waist down to his ass and gave it a little
squeeze. He did the same to me and then turned me slightly so that he could kiss me on the lips. That
simple movement was enough to move my hand across his ass to his hip and without any help from
me my hand continued to move round until it was on the front of his pants. Now I had my hand on his
very hard cock but it was on the outside of pants and I knew I was not going to be satisfied until I had
my hand on the naked flesh.
His reaction was to kiss more passionately than ever. I began to rub my hand up and down the length
of his cock slowly trying to gauge its length and thickness through the taut material. He seemed to
enjoy this as he pushed his hips harder on to my hand. This pushed the back of my hand onto the top
of my cock which was still tucked down between my legs. Until now I had totally forgotten about my
own cock which had remained soft. This was probably because of the way I was dressed and because
my concentration was focused on his.
As I rubbed his cock, he reached round my back and started to run his finger along the crack of my
ass. This was the last straw, my cock, although still not hard, sprayed the inside of my lace panties
with thick cum. At the same time I gave his cock a big squeeze and to my surprise I could feel it
twitch and then jerk as he gave a little grunt as he came in his pants too. It was throbbing in my hand
as I could feel my ass throbbing in time with his massive cock.
We quickly excused our selves and headed to the toilets to clean the cum from our respective pants.
As I pulled down the pale blue lace panties I could see the cum dripping down the front of them. My
ass was covered in cum and I felt hornier than I could ever remember feeling before. I wanted the
cum to be his and I wanted it not in my panties but my ass. For the first time I could remember I
wanted to taste cum.
I slowly ran my finger through sticky fluid in the crotch of my panties and brought it to my lips. I
slowly licked the end of my finger tasting the salty white glob of cum that stuck to it. It tasted so good
and I felt so horny I had to pull my panties off so I could lick them clean. The last little bit of cum was
still coating my ass and the top of my legs and I decided to rub it around my puckered asshole. As I
was doing this I just had to push my finger against my hole and that was it, the finger slid easily
inside I was knuckle deep into my ass when I exploded again. I now had an itch that could only be
scratched with Garry's big fat cock.
I knew that I was going to get Garry to fuck me before the end of the night. I pulled my cum stained
panties back up my legs and the cold damp feel of them against my ass was delicious. I tucked my
cock which still had not got hard, between my legs. I decided that I wanted to taste his cum first and I
wasn't going to wait until later and so when I came out of the ladies toilet I turned and entered the
men's. he was still there trying to clean the cum from his briefs as I walked in. it was not unusual for
women to use the men's but for once there was no-one else in the place. I simply walked over to him
and kissed on the lips before dropping to my knees and pulling down the pants he had pulled back up
after taking off his briefs.
His cock had returned to its normal soft size and shape and I set about getting it back to what I
wanted, hard and pointing straight up. I placed a gentle kiss on the purple head of his cock. The kiss
started the process but gently pulling the foreskin back and forth over the purple head was enough to
speed the whole thing up. Before he could say anything his cock was hard and in my mouth. I sucked
like amateur but I didn't care as I had his cock where I could taste and feel it.
It took no more than five minutes from entering the toilet to having my throat sprayed with cum. I
stood up and smiled, there was a few drops of cum running down my chin. I stopped and carefully
wiped them up with my finger and then slowly and as erotically as I could I sucked them off.
"As I said, not here." I said as I smoothed the dress down over my hips, "but maybe if we were
somewhere else you might get a different answer." And with that seductive hint I turned and walked
out of the toilets, leaving Garry with both his jaw and his cock hanging limp.
Ten minutes later he returned to the table with a fresh round of drinks and a sheepish grin as
everyone looked at him. He finally managed to get sat next to me and when he found a quiet moment
turned and said.
"Lets get a taxi and find somewhere that's not here."
I had known Sue for almost five years but had known Liz for a lot longer. We had met while she was
still at school although I was four years older we still became good friends. After she left school I
helped her with her college work and more importantly when she needed advice about boys and later
girls. I helped her pass through that difficult stage when she was just discovering her sexuality. She
soon became aware that although she liked boys she liked girls a whole lot more.
It was difficult because we lived in a small country town and everyone knew everyone else. She even
lived with me for 6 months while she was trying to get a job. As she became more confident about her
sexuality I started going with her to the big town 20 miles away where my parents still lived. We
would go for a few drinks in the town centre bars and she would beg me to take her to one of the few
gay bars. I went but would just sit back quietly drinking my beer while she would dance and chat with
the people who were there.
Sometimes a guy would come over and ask me to dance or offer me a beer but I would just politely
refuse and say "sorry I'm straight, I'm here with my friend." Most of the guys would apologize for
bothering me and some would sit and chat for a while before going to look for someone else. I
enjoyed the gay scene as everyone was friendly and there were never any problems.
It was in one of these bar where Liz met Sue and they hit it off straight away. They were like chalk
and cheese, Liz is tall and well built with beautiful 36C tits and full hips. Sue was a lot shorter and
slimmer with pert but small 34B tits. That was five years ago next Saturday and they were planning a
big anniversary party.
During the last five years Liz had got a very good job in a big city about 60 miles away and Sue
moved down with her and had found a job nursing in the local hospital. I had kept my old engineering
job but had promised to go down and celebrate with them even promising I would be there whatever
it took to do it.
Typically on Saturday morning, I had to work on a rush job that took longer to do than it should so
had to ride down on the afternoon. I had been riding my motorbikes since I left school and now had a
big fast bike so the 60 miles was no problem. No problem turned out to be "famous last words", I had
barely got half way before it started to rain, one of those summer storms that last half an hour but
dump enough water to swim in and I didn't bring my waterproofs. Then the ignition started to break
down on the bike and by the time I had got the bike running again I was soaked.
I finally got to Liz and Sue's house a little after five and the party was supposed to start at seven. I
opened my bag to get my party clothes out and to my horror found they were soaked too. Even worse
everything was stained with mud and oil off the road. The only thing that wasn't wet was an old pair
of shorts I had intended to use to sleep in.
Liz had planned to go to a gay nightclub after meeting her friends in the gay bar but it was a slightly
up-market place and had a dress code on a Saturday and an old pair of oily jeans just weren't good
enough. I said I would stay at her house while she went out with her friends but she wouldn't go out
without her best and oldest friend with her. I wasn't going to let her stay in on her and Sue's fifth
anniversary so there had to be a way for me to go with them.
My clothes were ruined and I needed to be reasonably well dressed to get in the nightclub. I said I
didn't want to spoil her night out and would do anything to help. These were foolish words to say to
Liz who had a sense of humour with a wicked edge to it. We already knew she could fit many of my
clothes because she had borrowed most of them when she lived with me. A pair of jeans was no good
as the dress code didn't allow them so we needed a decent pair of pants that didn't look too feminine.
The same went for T-shirts, a nice shirt looking blouse would be ok.
We looked in her wardrobe and found nothing. There were lots of very feminine dresses and skirts, a
few frilly blouses and little tops but nothing that could be mistaken for anything other than women's
clothing.
Sue's clothes were the same mixture of delicate girly tops and skirts. I was starting to lose interest in
the whole idea when Liz obviously came up with a plan.
"If you don't mind wearing some of my clothes to go out then you shouldn't mind wearing any of my
clothes." She said in a questioning tone.
"Well, I don't know, what do you have in mind?" I asked slightly confused by this sudden change in
direction.
"You know I love you and would do anything for you." she said and now I was starting to worry about
what she was thinking. She didn't normally begin by saying that unless she was going to ask me to do
something she knew I wouldn't like. "Well you know we will go to the club and there are lots of weird
people there so you wouldn't look unusual or strange. So I was thinking you could dress up and make
it a kind of fancy dress party." I still wasn't sure what she meant but the alarm bells were starting to
ring. "You know we are about the same size and almost everything in my wardrobe would fit you. With
a bit of make up we could go as a drag queen or something."
Now I was worried because I had already agreed to try on her clothes if there was any that was
suitable and she had just made everything suitable. No matter how hard I tried to back out the two
girls wouldn't let me.
"Come on, I would do it for you." Liz said in that tone that suggested I would have to find a really
good excuse to get out of it. I didn't want to spoil their evening so I finally agreed.
First I had to get a shower and shave as I didn't what to look like a butch dyke as the girls put it. Liz
said that while I got my shower they would find some suitable clothes. Then after I got dressed they
would then finish with a little bit of make up. It all sounded so simple and painless but I was still not
happy about being dressed as a woman in public.
The shower felt good after the long afternoon spent getting here and shaving my legs wasn't much
more difficult than shaving my face. I didn't have that much other body hair but the girls insisted I
shaved it too. The feeling of being completely hairless was a little exciting and now that I had started
the rest of the plan didn't seem so bad.
The two girls had laid out a range of clothes for me to try. They decided that black was just too cliché
and same went for white so it was a choice between the pink or pastel blue underwear. I liked the
blue lace bra and panties set as the panties looked more comfortable than the pink thong and half-cup
bra. The panties were more snug than I expected and when I tucked my cock between my legs and
pulled them up, I found they held my cock in place, perfectly. The lacy front meant you could see my
pubes but nothing else. The bra fitted nicely around my chest but because it was Liz's there was a lot
of space in the cups I couldn't fill. Then Sue surprised me by giving me a pair of false tits.
"I like to pretend mine the same the size as hers when we go clubbing." She explained. Now the bra
fitted perfect and the little panties hugged my ass very tightly. Next, came the stockings which were
holdup style and flesh coloured with a nice lacy edge around the top. Standing there in just the bra,
panties and stockings made me feel quite sexy but not ready to go out.
They did my makeup with just a little eye shadow and mascara around my eyes, a bit of blusher on
my cheeks and deep red lipstick. They even painted my nails a bright red before they took me out of
the bathroom back into the bedroom. The skirts they had picked out were in various shades of red,
blue or yellow. Each one was short and tight fitting and after seeing Liz wearing them I knew they left
little to the imagination. I wasn't sure I had the right figure to wear anything that short or tight. Liz
then showed me a pale blue skirt that was cut at an angle so that it was longer on the right than the
left that would swing and flow as I walked but Liz warned me that it was quite light and could blow up
if I wasn't careful. I picked that skirt as it looked easier to walk in even though it showed most of my
legs and barely covered the top of my stocking that my left leg was wrapped in.
I now needed a top to match the skirt and Sue said she had the perfect thing. The skirt had a very
tight matching camisole top which was difficult for me to put on over the suddenly larger chest the bra
and fake boobs gave me. It wasn't a very warm night so they gave me a short white silk jacket that
only just reached the top of the skirt. Looking down over the top of my tits I could see my feet and
nothing much in between without leaning forward.
They seemed happy with my choices although they wouldn't let me see myself in a mirror until they
had finished the transformation. I was shown to a chair for my makeup and again Sue surprised me
by bringing out a long brown wig.
"Sometimes we go out as twins." She explained to my unvoiced question.
"Oh, yes lets do that." Squealed, Liz in delight. "We can all go dressed nearly the same as each other
and see what everyone says. We'll look like triplets."
"I'll go in the red skirt and you can go in the white one." Sue said in the same girlish voice. I hadn't
heard them this excited for months and I didn't feel as bad as I stood there in a pale blue skirt,
camisole, short white jacket, stockings and blue bra and panties set. They reappeared a few minutes
later and they did look like sisters in their red and white skirts and matching tight tops, it didn't occur
to me that might look the same as them. Liz found me a pair of not too high heeled shoes that
"shouldn't hurt my feet too much" or so she said. They did their makeup and we were ready to go.
"Wait a minute I haven't seen myself yet, I want to know how bad I look." I had expected to look like
someone out with friends in fancy dress but when I saw myself the impression I got was very
different. I didn't want to look like a drag queen but the beautiful woman that stood in the mirror
where I should have been was a real shock. I wasn't sure if this was a good idea because as a man in
fancy dress nobody would chat me up but dressed like this I might try to chat myself up if it wasn't
me. I was confused I just didn't expect to look this good.
Liz and Sue dragged me out and hailed a taxi before I could think too much about what I was doing. I
was in a straight bar having my first stiff drink before I realised I looked like one of three girls. All of
us were getting looks off the guys in the bar but fortunately Liz finished her drink quickly and wanted
to go to the next bar.
Four bars later and we finally arrived at the gay bar where we were meeting Liz and Sue's friends. I
knew many of them as I had met most of them a few times over the last five years but none of them
recognised me dressed like this. Liz introduced me as Jane a friend from school that was down from
the old hometown for the night. So far the night had been a blur and now that we finally slowed down
I could start to get my wits back. I was dressed as a beautiful woman in a gay bar miles from where I
lived and everyone here seemed to think I was a school friend of Liz, a female friend of hers.
I then found my first unexpected problem when one of her pretty but very gay friends asked if I
wanted to dance. Should I say I am gay or straight? When I was a man there was no problem because
only the gay guys would hit on me but now I might get hit on by the lesbians or the various straight
guys that always seemed to be there. I decided to be the opposite of whatever they were and try to
everyone happy but at a distance.
My plan was working up until I met Garry. He had come with one of Liz's friends but had come late
because he lived a short distance from the city in one of the small villages nearby. We were
introduced by his sister who had been friends with Liz for years. I knew she was a lesbian so I had
already told her that I wasn't gay to keep her from hitting on me but she now told her brother that I
was straight.
He was nice looking and a little taller than me but he just chatted about simple things and never
seemed to be trying to anything more. I had stopped drinking the hard stuff in favour of beer but only
in half pint glasses and even then only very slowly, taking little sips instead of big mouthfuls. I was
starting to like the handsome young man with his quick wit and pleasant conversation.
It was soon time to go to the nightclub and so we all gathered our things and for the first time I
headed to the "little girl's room" with all the other women. Liz and Sue rushed over to me and
whispered,
"We saw you talking with Garry and you were flirting with him!" I probably blushed but still denied
everything. They giggled and said "of course you weren't" in a tone that said "yes you were." We got
into the nightclub without any problems and Garry even paid for me. I found myself sitting in a quiet
area of the club with Garry while everyone else went to dance. When he asked me to dance, I said yes
without thinking, although, I may have thought it was a mistake if I had allowed myself to think too
much at this point.
We danced for awhile and I found myself enjoying being treated like a girl but it still felt a little
strange when I looked up and saw a guy instead of a girl as my dance partner. I could feel the dress
move over my legs as I slowly danced to the music. I even started to admit to myself that it felt really
good to feel so many things moving with me, my dress swished around my legs, the camisole was
very tight but I could still feel the false boobs moving underneath it. I could feel the long hair of the
wig swirling around my shoulders and the dangly earrings which Sue had insisted I wear, moved with
the music.
I can't remember what music was playing but I do remember looking at his feet most of the time as I
thought that was the proper thing to do for a girl and only very occasionally looking up at his body.
Each time I caught myself looking at his strong legs or broad chest I would remind myself that he
thought I was a girl and lower my gaze back to his feet. As we danced I found that I had to remind
myself more often and even sometimes I caught myself looking at the bulge in his pants. What was I
doing and what was I thinking looking at a man like that.
I couldn't believe I was standing there dressed as a girl dancing with a man and looking at his crotch.
How did this evening get so out of hand? Then the music changed from the fast dance music that was
popular in the clubs and bars to a slower romantic ballad style. I thought that it was time to go back
to our drinks and chat some more but Garry simply took my hand and pulled me close to his chest. I
surprised myself by not resisting and suddenly found myself pressed gently to his warm strong body.
As we danced I became more comfortable with the situation and even started to enjoy it As we
swayed to the music he moved a little closer and I even leaned towards him and it was then I felt
something I definitely did not expect to feel pressing against my belly. It was his cock and although it
was soft it still felt a lot bigger than I thought it would feel. I realised that I had actually thought about
how big his cock was when I had looked at his crotch earlier and how it would feel pressed against
me. I tried to pull away slightly but found I didn't want to. I liked the feel of this man's body and
wanted to stay there for a little longer. I felt warm and safe even though I knew he thought I was
someone else or at least something other than a man dressed in a pale blue dress and lace panties.
The song changed and in that moment as one finished and next began, he lowered his head and I
looked up and our lips met. It was a tentative kiss at first but when I didn't pull away the kiss became
more romantic and then passionate. I didn't want it to begin and had been dreading the awkward
moment when he would try but that was before the slow dance and now I didn't want it to end. We
kissed for what seemed like forever but it was only a few moments. The kiss had a strange effect on
me and I seemed to melt in his arms, the effect on him was probably predictable but it still took my
breath away. I felt his cock start to grow in his pants and push more against my panty covered skin
just above where my cock was being held captive between my legs. I was very conscious of the slow
movements as his cock began to wake from its slumber. Each heartbeat made it harden a little more,
my heartbeat increased with each little twitch of that long piece of flesh I had not seen but was
getting to know better as it continued to press against me. I was getting excited at the idea that I had
made him excited and that his excitement was sexual as well. I had a funny feeling in the pit of my
stomach and the hairs on my arms had they still been there would have stood on end. I'm sure I was
blushing and I was definitely feeling a bit warm as the bulge kept getting bigger.
A question popped into my head, "could I actually fancy this guy, did I find him attractive? What
would I do if he wanted to take this further as his cock told me he was thinking of doing?" it was now
hard and pressed against leaving little doubt that the kiss had given him the desire to go further than
the goodnight peck I had been willing to give just a few minutes earlier.
Now I was actually thinking about a much longer kiss that I hoped would be just moments away but
once again the music changed back to the faster dance stuff they had played earlier and we decided to
sit back down.
I guess from Liz's expression that see had seen me on the dance floor and was shocked at my
behaviour but I didn't care as it was her fault I was dressed like this but as I turned the corner of the
bar I saw myself in one of the many mirrors that covered the walls. My dress and camisole were
almost transparent in the UV lights that had been switched on during the slow music. My bra and
panties were clearly visible through the dress luckily the bra and panties were not effected by the
lights and remained opaque despite being almost nothing but lace. My figure looked even better than
before, my tits and my ass were fantastic and I did look very sexy. Suddenly I felt so sexy and
desirable that Garry would be a lucky man if he could have me but if he asked, I would have done
whatever he wanted.
I was so horny that I wanted to see that bulge instead of feeling it through his pants and touch it with
my hands not just have it pressed against my stomach. He said he was going to the toilet and I sat
down next to the girls and I took a sip of my drink before being dragged off to the ladies by Liz and
Sue.
"What are you doing?" asked Liz with a smile, "I think you more than fancy him. I think you want to
find a quiet place to...." She left the last few words hang in the air without saying them and she was
right, I did.
"I thought you were straight." Sue added to an already confused situation. "And I thought he was
straight too."
"Yes I know, this is going to be a disaster no matter how I do it." I moaned as the reality of it all come
rushing back to me. I looked into the mirror on the wall and saw a beautiful young woman with firm
breasts and a tight waist but below that I knew was a cock that wasn't going to disappear for a few
hours and make everything easier. Even as I thought this I was still remembering the feel of his cock
and I even tried to picture the size and shape of it. The harder I tried not to think about it the worse it
got.
We left the toilets and went to sit back in our seats just as Garry came back from the bar with fresh
drinks. Instead of sitting opposite me as he had been before, he sat next to me. He gave everyone
their drinks and handed mine to me with a smile that had me blushing again. As we chatted I felt his
hand brush my leg a few times before it settled just above my knee. Garry was sitting on my left and
the skirt had slid up and was an inch or two above where his hand was. He moved in his seat to face
me a little more and as he did his hand moved more than the two inches to the hem of my dress. The
feel of his hand moving over the stockings was electric and when it reached the bare skin above the
lace trim at the top I almost forgot what he would find in place of the cunt he was expecting to find. I
almost didn't stop his hand in time but finally put my hand on his before it was too late and said, "Not
here." I knew I should have something like NO, stop it, don't do that or something more definite and
less vague than not here but that's what came out of my mouth.
He was not angry or that disappointed with my reaction but he didn't move his hand away either and
to my surprise I didn't move it or close my legs either. I looked down to check if anyone could see
what he was doing and was relieved to find that the table hid everything. He gently squeezed my leg
and I wanted to do the same to him but didn't want to encourage him too much. I slowly turned but
also slid back so that his hand wouldn't move either up or down my leg. I continued to chat about
various things although I couldn't think about anything else except his hand on my skin. Finally when I
thought the moment was right I gently placed my hand on his muscular thigh. He moved slightly
closer to me pushing my hand further up his leg while I held his where it was on mine.
We talked to each other or any of the many friends that came to sit at the table between dances but
we kept our hands on each others legs the whole time. It felt more romantic than sexy but I couldn't
help thinking about what was just a few inches away from my fingertips.
When the music changed back to the slow smoochy stuff he asked me to dance again and I happily
agreed. He held me close as he did before but this time his hand caressed my ass instead of the small
of my back. He moved closer still and placed the other hand on my ass cheek pulling me on to the
hard bulge that was now pointing straight up and was pressing against me from the top of my
trimmed pubic hair to my navel. I moved my hips gently back and forth to the music rubbing my
stomach across his hard on as I did. After a few moments he did the same to me, rubbing that big stiff
cock against my thin clothes and the panties beneath.
The romantic mood I had felt earlier had changed and now I was feeling sexier than I had ever felt
before and even a bit lustful. I slipped my hand from his waist down to his ass and gave it a little
squeeze. He did the same to me and then turned me slightly so that he could kiss me on the lips. That
simple movement was enough to move my hand across his ass to his hip and without any help from
me my hand continued to move round until it was on the front of his pants. Now I had my hand on his
very hard cock but it was on the outside of pants and I knew I was not going to be satisfied until I had
my hand on the naked flesh.
His reaction was to kiss more passionately than ever. I began to rub my hand up and down the length
of his cock slowly trying to gauge its length and thickness through the taut material. He seemed to
enjoy this as he pushed his hips harder on to my hand. This pushed the back of my hand onto the top
of my cock which was still tucked down between my legs. Until now I had totally forgotten about my
own cock which had remained soft. This was probably because of the way I was dressed and because
my concentration was focused on his.
As I rubbed his cock, he reached round my back and started to run his finger along the crack of my
ass. This was the last straw, my cock, although still not hard, sprayed the inside of my lace panties
with thick cum. At the same time I gave his cock a big squeeze and to my surprise I could feel it
twitch and then jerk as he gave a little grunt as he came in his pants too. It was throbbing in my hand
as I could feel my ass throbbing in time with his massive cock.
We quickly excused our selves and headed to the toilets to clean the cum from our respective pants.
As I pulled down the pale blue lace panties I could see the cum dripping down the front of them. My
ass was covered in cum and I felt hornier than I could ever remember feeling before. I wanted the
cum to be his and I wanted it not in my panties but my ass. For the first time I could remember I
wanted to taste cum.
I slowly ran my finger through sticky fluid in the crotch of my panties and brought it to my lips. I
slowly licked the end of my finger tasting the salty white glob of cum that stuck to it. It tasted so good
and I felt so horny I had to pull my panties off so I could lick them clean. The last little bit of cum was
still coating my ass and the top of my legs and I decided to rub it around my puckered asshole. As I
was doing this I just had to push my finger against my hole and that was it, the finger slid easily
inside I was knuckle deep into my ass when I exploded again. I now had an itch that could only be
scratched with Garry's big fat cock.
I knew that I was going to get Garry to fuck me before the end of the night. I pulled my cum stained
panties back up my legs and the cold damp feel of them against my ass was delicious. I tucked my
cock which still had not got hard, between my legs. I decided that I wanted to taste his cum first and I
wasn't going to wait until later and so when I came out of the ladies toilet I turned and entered the
men's. he was still there trying to clean the cum from his briefs as I walked in. it was not unusual for
women to use the men's but for once there was no-one else in the place. I simply walked over to him
and kissed on the lips before dropping to my knees and pulling down the pants he had pulled back up
after taking off his briefs.
His cock had returned to its normal soft size and shape and I set about getting it back to what I
wanted, hard and pointing straight up. I placed a gentle kiss on the purple head of his cock. The kiss
started the process but gently pulling the foreskin back and forth over the purple head was enough to
speed the whole thing up. Before he could say anything his cock was hard and in my mouth. I sucked
like amateur but I didn't care as I had his cock where I could taste and feel it.
It took no more than five minutes from entering the toilet to having my throat sprayed with cum. I
stood up and smiled, there was a few drops of cum running down my chin. I stopped and carefully
wiped them up with my finger and then slowly and as erotically as I could I sucked them off.
"As I said, not here." I said as I smoothed the dress down over my hips, "but maybe if we were
somewhere else you might get a different answer." And with that seductive hint I turned and walked
out of the toilets, leaving Garry with both his jaw and his cock hanging limp.
Ten minutes later he returned to the table with a fresh round of drinks and a sheepish grin as
everyone looked at him. He finally managed to get sat next to me and when he found a quiet moment
turned and said.
"Lets get a taxi and find somewhere that's not here."
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