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Out On The Road
by Suzi (Johnson) Thomas
I had read about the club Mardi Gras in a transvestite magazine,
and decided that I would finally appear in public while dressed
as a woman. I was on a business trip to Los Angeles, and, if the
logistics could be worked out, I would leave the hotel I was
staying at, check into a cheap motel for my transformation, then
venture out at last.
I had been secretly dressing in women's clothes for years, and
although I knew that I could not "pass" in public as a woman, the
prospect of going to a place like the Mardi Gras that catered to
transvestites was exciting to me. I was in L.A. for four days and
I knew that the second night I was going to be totally free, with
nothing scheduled. On my way in from the airport I drove past the
club to scout out whether there was a nearby motel that I could
use. I spotted a likely candidate two blocks away from the club
and took down the phone number. When I checked into the hotel
where my conference was being held, I quickly dialed the number
and made a reservation for the next night.
The opening night reception and the first day of the conference
passed with excruciating slowness as I waited in anticipation for
the night that was to come. Finally, the last session ended, and
I returned to my room to get my things ready for my coming out
party. I packed everything I would need into a tote bag, and left
the hotel in my rental car. I drove to the motel and checked in,
giving a wrong license plate number and paying cash. The clerk
didn't find anything unusual with my not using a credit card,
making me suspect that I had been correct in my choice of this
motel as an interim stop. Driving over to the room I had been
given, I parked outside and hurried in to change. I noticed that
there was very poor lighting around the motel grounds, indicating
that it was probably used frequently for illicit liaisons, where
the guests desired anonymity.
The room itself was pretty shabby, but that mattered little. It
was to be my cocoon where I would enter as a male, and emerge
like a butterfly, in my feminine finery. I quickly stripped off
my clothes, and walked naked into the bathroom, carrying my bag.
I ran my electric razor over my face to remove the day's stubble,
and proceeded to put on my makeup. A cream foundation was first,
and I smoothed it all over my face. Next, I applied a matte face
powder, using a powder puff to eliminate any shininess from my
face. I put adhesive on a pair of false eyelashes, and while I
waited for it to become tacky enough to put them on, I looked in
the mirror. I thought about what I was doing, putting on makeup
which I had often done in the twenty years I had been dressing as
a women, but also about what I was going to do for the first
time, go out in public while dressed that way. I quickly
continued, before I lost my nerve. I carefully put first one,
then the other, lash on the bottom edge of my eyelids, covering
my own thin lashes with the thick false ones. As I waited for
them to dry and become firmly attached, I chose the eyeshadow I
would apply next. I decided on two shades of pink, a lighter
color blending into a deeper on. Using the little sponge-tipped
applicator, I brushed the light pink on, up to the natural crease
of the lids, then used the deeper color from there toward the
outside corners of my brows. I used mascara on my lower lashes,
and although they are a little sparse, I thought the effect
overall was quite feminine, with the thick, dark upper lashes
highlighted by the shadow, and the spiky black lower lashes
making my eyes seem much larger than normal. With my eyes
finished, I used a vivid red lipstick to color my lips, being
careful to stay within the natural borders of my lips. All that
remained was to apply blush to my cheeks, and I tried to achieve
a proper hollow-cheeked look to minimize the roundness of my
face.
I knew that my body would make me an unlikely-sized woman, 6'
tall and about 180 pounds, and although I didn't think I would be
all that much out of place in the TV club, I was determined to
look as good as I possibly could. After I had finished with my
makeup, I began to take my underthings out of the tote bag. The
first thing I put on was a pink and white satin and lace
bustier. It had two sets of hook and eyes running the length of
the back, and I made sure that all of them were fastened in the
smaller size row. Slipping my arms through the straps, the front
lay open, ready to be laced up. I lay down on the bed so that I
would be able to put on the bustier as tightly as possible.
Starting at the bottom, I carefully threaded the white nylon lace
through the front hooks, crisscrossing the lace and pulling the
front of the bustier closed tightly around me. It extended down
past my waist, and I felt myself compress into a feminine shaping
as I moved the lace upwards. My extra flesh was forced upward,
forming small breast mounds, but I knew I would not fill the 38C
cups properly. I slipped two falsies into the cups, over my tiny
real breasts and continued the lacing until I was able to tie a
bow in the lace at the top hooks. I was pleased with the
hourglass figure I had achieved, although breathing was a little
difficult inside the confining garment. Four long garter tabs
hung down from the bottom of the bustier, and I sat up to put on
my nylons. Although I'm not married, I still have to keep my
crossdressing a secret, so I wasn't able to shave my legs, and I
had chosen a pair of black patterned stockings that would
disguise the little leg hair that I did have. Fortunately, my
body is not very hairy, and as I pulled the first lacy stocking
up my leg, I saw that nothing showed through. The sensuous
feeling I always got from having the stretchy material
surrounding me was heightened even more as I thought of other
people seeing my nylon-covered legs for the first time.
I attached the garter tabs to the lace stocking tops and
extending my legs straight out in front of me, I adjusted the
length of the garters to hold them smoothly over the full length
of my legs, eliminating any wrinkles. I picked up my pink nylon
panties, which had three rows of ruffled lace around them, and
stepped into them. I pulled them up to my waist, and marvelled at
the sensation of the smooth nylon around my cock and balls. I
pushed my cock backward so that all that could be seen under the
snug panties was a woman-like pussy mound. I then stepped into a
white half slip and adjusted it around my waist so that my
underwear and stockings would be hidden from view beneath my
silky pink skirt. The slip brushed against my stockinged legs as
I pulled on the straight skirt with its elastic waistband
covering the slip and panties, ending an inch above my knees.
The top of my outfit was a matching silky pink jacket which had a
kind of puckered effect in front, and I fastened the ten pink
buttons which started at the neck, ending at a ruffle of material
which began at the waist extending for a few inches over the top
of my hips. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw the swelling
of my breasts pushing out through the material in perfect
proportion, not creating any gaps at the buttons. I stepped into
a pair of four-inch pink high heels and saw that they changed my
legs into a very attractive long feminine shaping.
The next item that I needed was my straight blond shoulder length
wig, and brushing my own hair under the cap, I placed it on my
head. It needed only a slight brushing, and the long hair touched
my cheeks as I turned to make sure that it looked perfect all
around me. A pair of dangling clip-on earrings I had attached to
my lobes were held by the hair so that I could feel them against
me, adding to the feminine illusion. I put bracelets around my
wrists, and a cocktail ring on a finger of my right hand. The
final touch that was needed were long red artificial nails, and I
sat down to apply the double-sided adhesive tabs, then firmly
pressed the nails in place. I knew from experience that it would
take a few minutes for them to affix themselves solidly in place,
and as I waited, I again thought of the step I was about to take
by appearing in public. I began to have second thoughts, and
rather than taking a chance that I would chicken out, I put some
money, the motel key and my wallet into the pink purse I was
going to carry and I left the room, swaying sexily in my high
heels.
"Going to the Mardi Gras, dear?" I heard, and I almost panicked
and bolted back into the room. Someone had just come out of the
room next door, and had spoken to me! "Don't worry, sweetie, a
lot of us use this place to change," she said, "Is this your
first time?" I managed to choke out a "yes" around my heart which
seemed to have jumped into my throat. I looked at the slender
brunette who stood on the dimly lit walkway, uncertain of what to
do or say next. She continued on, "you look very nice, you know,
although you really are a big girl, aren't you?" "I guess I am,"
I responded, "do you think I-I'll be all right there?" "Oh, sure,
our motto would be something like, `it takes all kinds', if we
had one. I'm driving over, would you like a ride? You might feel
more comfortable than if you walked." At that point, having
already been discovered, I figured I had nothing to lose, so I
accepted and climbed into the car parked in front of the next
room. As we drove to the club, she introduced herself as Pat, and
she described the club and its patrons. "There are some
transsexuals who are waiting for their operations, but most of us
are just transvestites who want someplace where we can go out
dressed. If you've done any reading about TV's, you know that
well over 90% of us are straight, and no gay crossdressers hang
out at the Mardi Gras - it's just not that kind of place." "That
was one of the things I was worried about," I said. "I'm not
attracted to men at all, not even TV's. This is the first time
I've ever been out in public, and, to tell you the truth, I'm
very nervous." "Really, there's nothing to worry about at the
club. Everyone respects each other's privacy, though it's easy
enough to tell who wants to be left completely alone, and who
doesn't mind chatting." "You look very nice, Pat," I
complimented her, "I wish I could look as slender as you are. I
kind of feel like a freak, since I'm so big." "Thanks, I really
have to diet to stay this way, though. But you'll find plenty of
girls who are as tall as you or even taller at the club. What you
will also find, though, are quite a few real women who like TV's
as sex partners." By this time we had arrived, and Pat pulled
into the parking lot behind the club. I hesitated before getting
out of the car, and she reassured me again. "If you feel too
uptight after you go in, there's a car service number by the
phone. They'll zip you right back to the motel, no questions
asked."
I got out of the car and walked into the club with Pat. As I took
my first look around, I saw that she had been telling the truth
on all counts. The decor was subdued, and soft music played in
the background. Some people were in small groups talking, while
others stood alone. Not only were there plenty of other large
women in the club, some of them made me feel almost petite by
comparison. "If you'd feel more comfortable in a group," Pat
said, "I'm going to join some friends. But you can join me later
if you want to be by yourself for a while first." "Thanks so
much for being so understanding, Pat, I think I'll just have a
drink first and join you later." She walked over to a small
cluster of people she knew, and I walked over to the bar and
ordered a drink.
As I sipped my drink, the realization that I had actually done it
began to sink in. I was standing here in my feminine clothes, in
among fifty or more people who openly did what I had done in
secret for so long. The usual excitement I felt about being
dressed washed over me, overcoming my earlier nervousness. I
could feel the smooth nylon panties around my pulled back cock
and the sensuous feel of my pink outfit and stockings all over
the rest of my body. I sat on a bar stool, watching everyone else
in the club, and saw that they all seemed most comfortable in
this atmosphere. Although some of the customers were clearly,
like me, men dressed as women, others looked so natural that I
couldn't tell whether they were crossdressers, or real women. I
ordered another drink, and was about to get up to join Pat's
group when a pert redhead walked over to the bar and stood next
to me. "Hi," she said, "my name is Kelly. Would you like to talk
for a bit?" "Ah, well, sure," I said, "I'm Jean," deciding in
that moment to use that name as an alias. "Is this your first
time here," she asked, "I don't remember seeing you here before."
"Yes, not only my first time here, my first time outside at all."
"Well, you certainly came to the right place; you'll be very
comfy here. By the way, I'm a `nat' in case you're wondering."
She saw the puzzled expression on my face, and explained that
`nat' was the term used in the club for natural, or real,
women. "As you might know, most of the TV's here are
heterosexual, although some do like other TV's," she said. "We
`nats' are mostly attracted to TV's as partners, but don't worry,
I'm not trying to pick you up, or put any pressure on you. It has
to be a big enough step for you, just coming out in public." I
admitted my nervousness to her, and we continued to chat for a
while.
She was a very friendly person, and I felt myself getting more
comfortable as we talked. She told me that she was an attorney
with a large L.A. firm, and that she had been coming to the Mardi
Gras a couple of times a week for over a year. As we continued
talking, I began to fantasize a little about what it would be
like making love when I was dressed. Wearing women's clothing had
always been a highly erotic experience for me, and I had often
thought about making love that way, but because I had always kept
that side of me hidden, it had never come close to reality. When
I did make love with a woman, I had enjoyed it most when they
wore exotic underthings, and had pictured their clothes on
myself. I was getting subtle hints that Kelly found me
attractive, dressed as I was, and I made no effort to break up
our conversation. After a we had a couple of drinks, she sensed
that I was getting much more comfortable with her presence, and
she came right out and asked me if I found her attractive. "Oh,
yes, I think you're beautiful, Kelly," I said. "I wish that I
could look half as pretty." "Don't put yourself down, Jean," she
said, "I find you attractive, too. I wasn't quite honest before,
I would love to pick you up, as long as you're attracted to
women." This was all moving a little fast for me, but I told her
that I was. She asked me if I would like to leave with her, and
before I could give myself time to think, I slid off the stool
and we walked out of the club together.
When we got outside she said, "I know this is new for you, but do
you have someplace we could go, or would you rather go to my
place?" I told her that I had the motel room, and that I would
feel more comfortable there. I thought that I would be very
vulnerable, dressed as I was, if we went to her place, but that
at least I'd have my male clothes with me at the motel. "I
understand," she said, as if reading my mind, and we got into her
car and drove the short distance. I opened the door, and put on
the light in the room. She moved into my arms and began to kiss
me. The tastes of our lipsticks merged and mingled as I put my
arms around her. She rubbed her breasts against mine, and the
sensations I normally felt when I held a sexy woman multiplied as
my feminine garments moved against my body. Then she unbuttoned
my top, then removed it and my skirt and slip. I stood before her
in my frilly underwear, watching her as she took off her dress. I
looked at the magnificence of her body which had been disguised
under her loose-fitting dress. Her tits were barely restrained by
a sheer black push-up bra, and through her sheer black panties it
looked as though she was a natural redhead. Her perfectly shaped
legs were encased in ultra-sheer black nylons which were held in
place by a frilly black garterbelt. Tall black patent leather
heels completed her outfit. We stared at each other for a long
moment, drinking in the sight of the other's creamy flesh,
covered by her dainties. Then she moved into my arms and I felt
the warmth of her, delineated between skin and nylon. "Oh, I want
you so much," she moaned, as her hands roamed all over me. "I
want you, too, Kelly," I said as I maneuvered her toward the bed
that dominated the room. I lay on the bed, and she sat on my
nylon-clad legs, pulling my panties down around my thighs. My
engorged cock sprung up, and she bent down to lick on it. Her
hands continued to touch me, a finger sliding inside the cup of
my bustier, tickling my nipple, a hand reaching to stroke my
cock. My hand reached inside her black panties and I began to
finger her clit, feeling the wetness from her pussy soaking my
hand.
"I love to see a hard cock, surrounded by satin and lace," she
said, moving down on the bed and taking me into her mouth. She
licked and sucked on my cock, which had never been larger. The
sensations I had felt before when I had masturbated while wearing
women's clothes were nothing compared to those I felt now with a
woman making love to me. I shifted my position on the bed so that
her pussy was opposite my face, and she lifted her hips so that I
could pull down her panties. As I moved my mouth over her, my
head was trapped between her luscious bush and her stockinged
thighs, and I tasted her sweetness as my tongue licked on her
erect clit. We were both out of control, and as I felt myself
beginning to spurt deep into her throat, she tightened herself
around my head as her own orgasm wracked her body. We lay still
for a few moments, then she turned around and began to kiss me on
the lips. The taste of my cum was now mingled with our lipstick
flavors, and she lay on top of me. Raising herself up onto my
cock which had again gotten hard, she engulfed me with her sweet
cunt. Her hands ran over my body, stroking my stocking-clad legs,
then caressing my satin covered chest. She rapidly pumped up and
down on me, then collapsed on my chest as another orgasm gripped
her body.
In a few seconds, when she had recovered, she rolled off me and
scrambled to the bottom of the bed. Positioning her knees at the
edge of the bed, she rested on her elbows, her delicious butt
presented at the perfect angle for me. I got up and walked behind
her on my high heels. "Now, Jean, fuck me in the ass," she said,
"please, right now!" As I stood there behind her, the tiny target
of her puckered asshole became my focus, and I moved the tip of
my cock, slick with her wetness against it. When I began to enter
her, she rocked back against it, and the full length of my shaft
slid inside her tight hole. Leaning forward over her, my hands
grabbed her tits, still enclosed in her bra, and using them like
handles, I slid in and out of her, pulling back until I was
almost out, then slamming forward until my balls hit her ass
cheeks. "Harder, harder," she urged, and I speeded up my motion,
balancing on my heels, until I gave one great, final thrust which
forced her flat on the bed, impaled on my spurting cock. She let
out a scream, as her third, and strongest, orgasm pulsed through
her body, and we lay like that, silent and spent. When she
stirred beneath my weight, I withdrew from her, and we moved to
the top of the bed and lay quietly together, holding each other's
feminine clad body close. In a short while, I fell asleep from
exhaustion, dreaming sweet dreams.
I slept for several hours, waking in the strange bed, not
remembering at first what had happened. Then the memories flooded
back and I looked for Kelly next to me and saw that she was
gone. On top of the dresser were the only signs that she had ever
been there: a note and the black panties she had worn. "Dear
Jean," I read, "Thank you for being so wonderful. I loved the way
you looked and making love with you. You won't see me again, but
I left you my panties as a remembrance of your first time. Love,
Kelly." I picked up the panties, scented with her essence, and
realized sadly that the experience was really over. I knew,
though, that the memories of my first TV adventure, symbolized by
the panties in my hand, would always remain.
(fin)
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