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DISCLAIMER: This story is rated X for strong sexual content. If you are under eighteen (18) years of age or in an area where this type of material is prohibited, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. If you are of legal age eighteen (18) or older and are located in areas where this is legal, and not offensive to you, please continue. The characters and locations in this story are fictional and any resemblance to any actual living person or place, either in person or name, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. THE NIGHT OF DISCOVERY by Brenda Jean Prolog: As I was preparing for my very first trip out dressed as a woman, I recalled my very first experience with female clothing. At the tender age of twelve, while playing in the field behind our house, I happened to notice a girls party dress hanging on the clothesline of a neighbors house. It was ankle length with a fitted bodice and flared skirt. At the time, I had no idea what drew me to it but I must have stared at it for an hour. I just had to have it. I didn't have a clue why, I just did. That night I sneaked out about an hour after my mother and sister had gone to bed and made my way to where I'd seen the dress, praying with every step that it was still there. It was and soon was hidden under my bed in a paper bag as I tried desperately to calm myself and go to sleep. Not because I had taken it but because of what it was. The next day after my mom and sister had left, the first thing I did was find a place to hide it where they would never look. In the bathroom there was a crawl hole to the attic in the ceiling and being the clever little boy I was, that's where I hid it. We kept a stepladder in a closet in the bathroom but I knew my mother or sister would never climb into the attic. It was dirty up there with lots of spider webs. No problem for a boy though. It was a compulsion, an urge, an obsession that I couldn't even begin to understand but I had to try it on. I still remember with vivid clarity the first time I put it on and zipped it up. A strange excitement churned through my whole body with the feeling of the satin lining next to my skin. I knew it was wrong and I think that added to the excitement. Keeping it in the bathroom was perfect. When no one was home I could go in the bathroom, strip and put the dress on. The family room was only a few steps away from the bathroom and I could easily hear someone drive up the gravel driveway. This way if someone came home I could just run into the bathroom, lock the door and change back to my clothes. I would only be going to the bathroom and no one would be the wiser. Well as we all know, the best laid plans don't always work. With my heart pounding in my chest as I stripped out of the dress, I could hear my sister moving around in the family room. Thoughts raced through my mind at breakneck speed. Why hadn't' I heard her drive up? How could I have been so careless as to forget to lock the front door? Why oh why was I even wearing this stupid dress? The questions just flowed, feeding the terror I was feeling. There was no way that she didn't see me because I had been sitting on the couch when she came in the door. I leaped up and ran to the bathroom not looking in her direction. The ostrich 'head in the sand' trick, if I didn't see her, then she didn't see me. But I knew she had seen me. How was I ever going to come out of the bathroom and face her. I could just stay in there and die, that would work. As it turned out, I eventually did come out, went out the door and didn't come back until well after dark and Mom was home. When I did return my sister never said a word to me or for that matter never treated me any different. I have no idea to this day if she had said anything to my mother. When I finally realized that there would be no repercussions, like being sent to the loony farm, I swore to myself then and there that I would never again put on girls clothes. 1. A promise Not Kept. As anyone who cross-dresses knows, trying to keep from returning to the world of women's clothes after the initial discovery is not in the cards. Without going into all the details of where I am at this point in my life, it's sufficient to say that I did not keep that promise I swore to. As I sit here thinking about what was to be my biggest adventure of all, I had recalled that time of my youthful discovery and to this day am amazed at how far I have come. No, I didn't dress and go out with the girls or date men. I have been a closet cross-dresser all my life. At least up until this point. My wife discovered my cross-dressing when she came home unexpectedly one day after we had been married two years. She was devastated at first but after much explanation and getting her some reading material, she at least came to cope with it. I am not a homosexual or even bisexual and that was her biggest fear. There is much written about normal heterosexual men that cross-dress and as it turns out she even did some research on her own. Although she professed to understand, she really didn't want anything to do with it. It was my thing and as long as I was careful and kept it to myself she would not object. As I became proficient through trial and error, I became much more comfortable with my dressing. Although I never get to talk to anyone, I have gotten my voice pretty believable using a tape recorder. It took some years but by this time, I had built up a full wardrobe of dresses, blouses, skirts, shoes and accessories including very sexy lingerie. No pants for this girl. I am now twenty-eight years old, stand five foot eight inches and weigh 165 lbs. Although I feel I could never pass in the light of day, I have ventured out for drives in the car and walks, all under the cover of darkness. This was done far away from home during my travels in my job and never with anyone else getting close. One thing that happened, and I think it was a slow process, is that the more I dressed the more effeminate I became. No, not all the time, when I am in my male persona I am completely all male but when I am fully dressed I actually feel like a woman or at least how I perceive a woman to feel. Not just in the mannerisms or the way I walk but in my mind also. This has lead me to where I am today. The life of a closet cross-dresser is lonely indeed and I had reached a point where I wanted to experience it with other people, people who would understand and support me. I finally decided to find a place where I could go and meet people who would accept me for what I am. My wife was preparing to leave in a few weeks to spend, at the least, a month, if not longer, caring for her father who had fallen ill. I thought it's now or never. I had found out about a nightclub that caters to cross- dressers and is located in a large city about thirty miles from where I live. The Friday before my wife was to depart I made my first trip there as a male to check the place out (without her knowing of course). After sitting outside for about an hour and watching everyone that entered, I decided to go in. I found a very comfortable atmosphere with both men and women. After my eyes got used to the dark, I could tell that most of the women were just like me. There were also some very real women there too and for some reason this made it more acceptable in my mind. I did notice that although most of the "girls" were easily spotted, there was no unrespectable behavior. It seemed like a typical nightclub where everyone was out for a good time. I sat at the bar and the bartender came over to take my order, "What'll ya have, friend?" "I'll take a draft, thanks," I said. "Name's Jack and that's my wife Helen", he said, pointing to a woman at the other end of the bar, also serving drinks. "We own this place. I don't think I've ever seen you in here before, new in town?" "Glad to meet you Jack, I'm Brandon and no I don't live in the city but I heard about this place and thought I'd check it out," I replied. A sly grin on his face he asked, "Well it's none of my business but are you looking for a girl or looking to be a girl?" Although I was taken back by his direct question somehow his demeanor put me at ease as quickly as his question had shaken me up. "To be perfectly candid, I am looking for a place to let my hair down, so to speak." A warm smile washed across his face further putting me at ease and he replied, "Well then the next time I see you, you're going to have to reintroduce yourself. We have a great crowd that comes in here and Helen and I love to see people having a good time. I guess that's why I like my job so much. It also gives me a place to 'let my hair down', so to speak. The fact is, most often you'll see me playing in the band, I'm the good looking blond playing the keyboard." I laughed and said, "I can hardly wait to meet you or should I say her?" He grinned from ear to ear as he walked off to get my beer and the only thought I had was how soon it would be when I returned as Brenda. Helen eventually came over to introduce herself and asked how I was doing. "I'm fine," I said. "This is really a great place you have here." She was a beautiful woman and although I could tell she knew it, she seemed like a very down to earth person. She had beautiful black hair that hung to the middle of her back and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. Her complexion was as smooth as a baby's and she had a body to kill for. There was no mistaken her for anything other than a full fledged woman. "Jack tells me this is your first time here, but he has a very distinct feeling we'll be seeing you again or at least the other you," she smiled. "I guess there are no secrets here," I said. "Listen Honey, if you have any secrets, then this is the place you'll never have to worry about. Your secrets are not important to anyone here and even if you blab them they will not go through that door. It's an unwritten code around here and stuck to loyally by everybody. If you stop and think about it, everyone's got secrets and they do get known, so it's best to leave other peoples secrets alone least yours get out." "You know, the longer I stay here the better I like it," I grinned. "I've been here less than an hour and both you and Jack have put me more at ease than a used car salesman on his best day." She laughed out loud and said, "Now there's the biggest backhanded compliment I think I ever got. The truth is we want our place to be a safe haven for all our guest and anyone not playing by the rules will be put out in a not so friendly manner. We do, after all, have a reputation." "See what I mean, I'm even more comfortable now than I was five minutes ago. You have a way about you and that, my Lovely Lady, is meant from the heart." "Keep it up and I'm gonna want to take you home," she laughed as she walked away. I don't know how I knew it but I was sure that the only one she ever took home was her husband, they just seemed so right for each other. But I did like the implied compliment. Have I found a home away from home in this club? Time to go. 2. My First Evening Out. It was Friday afternoon and I was giddy with anticipation. My wife had departed the day before and unbeknown to her I had taken the next three weeks off as vacation. I started by shaving off all my body hair except for a heart shaped patch around my penis. I knew no one would see it but it made me feel sexy. I set my hair and just to make sure, I applied hair removal cream to my legs, chest, arms and face. After showering the hair remover off I filled the bathtub with hot water. As I soaked in the tub, I wondered just how I would handle this first trip into the world among other people as a woman. Would I be comfortable? I hope so. Or a nervous wreck. Probably. From that mysterious place that they live, the butterflies arrived, finding their way into my stomach. I finally decided to focus on the task at hand and let the rest of the day and night take care of itself. Yea right. I had been soaking in a sweet scented bath oil and I loved the feel and smell. It's no wonder that women love being women. After getting out of the tub I dried off and applied two coats of red nail polish to my fingernails and toenails. When the polish was dry, I moved to the bed where I had laid out my outfit and again went over it. I had changed my mind on the dress I would wear several times and knew very well what a woman goes through when getting ready for a night on the town. Worry, worry, worry. Only this time it was for real. I loved the feeling. I slipped into my red lace bra and placed my silicon breast forms in the cups. This is where the transformation really starts, leaving the man and embracing the woman. I then put on a matching garter belt and pulled on a pair of black silk stockings. No pantyhose for this girl. I slipped my matching red lace bikini panties up my legs into place. I learned a long time ago to put my panties outside the garters because a lady has to sit to pee and needs to be able to pull down her panties to do it properly. Next, I pulled on my red waist cincher. This is a bit uncomfortable at first but experience tells me that the feeling won't last long. After all, to be beautiful or at least feel beautiful one has to make sacrifices. Now it was time to put on my makeup and do my hair. Although I never had help, I had learned how to do what I felt was a reasonable job. After putting on foundation, eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara and a hint of blush I finished with a deep shade of red lipstick. I then removed the curlers I had put in my hair before the bath and brushed out my dark brown shoulder length hair. It cascaded down and around my face completing the look I was after. I will mention here that getting my hair to look right was one the hardest things for me to accomplish. I wasn't able to get much practice setting my hair as my wife was never far away and getting the curls out took a little time and effort. But now I was thrilled with the results. I looked at the clock and saw it was approaching seven p.m., my planned departure time. The butterflies that had invaded my stomach when I started dressing for this adventure where now running amuck. I slipped into my black silk cocktail dress. The dress is form fitting through the bodice with a V-neck that plunges just far enough to expose the cleavage that my skin formed from the tightness of my bra and breastforms. It flares slightly out at the waist, falling about three inches above the knees. I love this dress because of the feel of the material against my skin and the fact that it shows off my legs, definitely my best asset. I stepped into my black four-inch pumps and walked over to the dresser to put on the jewelry I had so carefully picked out. Two gold bracelets on my left wrist and a single gold bracelet on my right wrist, a gold necklace with a heart pendant and long, clip on, dangly gold earrings. To complete the picture I put gold and diamond (not gaudy) rings on three fingers of each hand. Now for the acid test. While looking down, I slowly walked over to the full length mirror. I started to lift my gaze drinking in what I saw. By the time I got to my face I knew that all the time I had spent preparing had been so very well worth it. It still would have been a push to go out in the daylight but after seeing the 'girls' at the club I knew that I was going to outshine most of them. Be still my little butterflies we are going to be just fine. Not even thinking about halting my plans now, I sprayed perfume in all the right places, touched up my lipstick, took one very long look in the mirror, picked up my purse double checking the contents and headed for the door to the garage. When I walked to my car the sound of my high heels clicking on the cement floor got the butterflies stirring again. I would have liked to leave the little devils home but somehow they added to the excitement. As I drove off, I was thankful that we don't have nosy neighbors. 3. My Debut. On the freeway heading toward the city it occurred to me that I better obey the traffic laws or risk getting pulled over. What's the problem officer, are my garters showing? Other than a trucker honking his horn at me and waving, the trip to the city although exciting was uneventful. However, the trucker did kick up my confidence a few notches. Although I knew it would never happen, I often, while dressed, fantasized about what it would be like to be with a man. Over the past few years, in my mind, I have played out many scenarios from just kissing a man to letting him have his way with me. I actually thought that because I feel so much like a woman I would really get off on it. After all, I wasn't gay. I was a woman, right? It's like an actor getting into a role. I became a woman not only in body but in mind also. As I drove along, those thoughts again started to creep into my mind. Imagine me with a hard hot cock in my mouth pleasing my man, as the woman I am should want to. Swallowing his hot cum and then with the taste still in my mouth letting him take me in the ass. As I said before, I'm not gay but that doesn't count because I wouldn't be a guy making love to another guy, I would be a woman doing what women do. These were such erotic thoughts as I drove along I decide that I better get back to the moment so I don't wind up driving off the road. Just a night of fun girl, I told myself. Little did I know. I pulled into the parking lot next door to the club and although there was a space by the door, I parked toward the back under a floodlight. Why did I park here so far away from the door? Was it to give me a chance to back out? No, not really. There was little chance of that at this point. It was to give me the opportunity to walk across the parking lot in the hope of being observed. I did so want to show myself off. Picking up my purse, I got out of the car and started for the club. God, this was so exciting. I just hoped that I didn't do something stupid like fall on my ass because now I noticed three men standing on the sidewalk by the front door and they were watching me intently as I approached them. Stay cool girl, I thought as I tried to put a little more sway into my walk. As I passed, all three of them smiled politely and said, "Good evening Miss." "Hello," I answered giving them what I hoped was my best smile. "Man, she's hot," I heard one of them say just as I got to the door. I wanted to turn around and tell him thank you from the bottom of my heart but didn't have the courage. Maybe later, after the butterflies decided to take a break, I could respond to a comment like that. I hoped so. I pulled open the door and walked in. At this point I was absolutely sure that the music would stop, the room would fall silent and all heads would turn and look at me. Then the laughter would start. I'm not sure just how long I stood there waiting for the reaction I had suddenly envisioned, probably only a few seconds, but it seemed like an hour. I looked around and quickly spotted an empty table not far from the bandstand. I clutched my purse tightly and started the long walk across the room. Much to my amazement everyone that made eye contact smiled and nodded but no laughter. It took about half the distance to the table to fully realize that I was accepted and there would be no ridicule in this place. From that point, I seemed to float across the floor. Was this cloud nine? I sat down putting my purse on the table and looked around at all the people just here to have a good time. Now it was my turn. "What can I get you, Honey?" a soft voice asked. Startled, I looked up and saw Helen standing there. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you," she said. Oh, I'm sorry, it's just that I didn't see you coming," I replied. "First time here?" she asked. "That obvious?" "Well I watched you walk in and I've been here long enough to see a little nervousness. That's usually the best giveaway." And here I thought I was doing a good job of being cool. Better practice the cool look. "I was here once before but not like this." I said. She bent over and looked at me very closely. "You do seem vaguely familiar. How long ago were you in, and as a man I presume?" "I met you and Jack last Friday evening when I came in for a little while to check the place out. Hi, I'm Brenda Jean," I said holding out my hand. She took my hand, a large smile enveloping her face as she said, "I remember you. I must say that if you wouldn't have said anything I would have never guessed. Well Brenda, pleased to meet you. Welcome to our club. Let me get you your first drink on the house as a welcome. After that, with the way you look, I don't think you'll be paying for too many anyway, so might as well get you started on the right foot." "Thank you, that's very kind." "I just have to go get Jack. He told me he's looking forward to meeting 'you'." With that she was off so fast I didn't have time to respond. A few minuets later I saw Jack walking toward me with a drink on a tray. "A Pink Lady for the lady," he said as he sat the drink down. "Helen told me you were finally here and I must say it is my pleasure to meet you Brenda. It is Brenda isn't it?" "Yes it is and the pleasure's all mine." Giving me a kiss on the cheek he said, "You are most certainly going to brighten this place up." A girl could get used to this. "So, Jack, tell me, is that the line you give to all you new customers to keep them coming back?" I asked. With a coy look he said, "Yea I guess I do but in your case it has more meaning. Just look around, most of the 'girls' are OK but it's plain to see that you put effort into your....lets say transformation. Jeez, I hope that came out right." "It did and you are very sweet to say so." "I do want to spend a little time and get to know you but right now I have to go change. It's my turn at the keyboard in a little while and believe me, I really have to put forth the effort." He winked. As Jack walked off, I realized that I had become very comfortable and was losing any self-consciousness I had at the start of this little adventure. I also noted that the butterflies had dozed off and I didn't even have to hum a lullaby. After about fifteen minutes of watching the people both at the tables and on the dance floor, I saw Helen coming my way with another girl in tow. Stay cool girl. "Hey Brenda, I've got someone I really want you to meet," she said as she pulled the girl around to face me. "This is Candy, she's a regular and has all the latest gossip on the clientele. Candy, this is Brenda Jean." Not much question she was a TV but she did look good. "Hi Brenda, pleased to meet ya," she said as she sat down. Looking up at Helen she said, "Thanks Helen, I'll take real good care of her." Looking back at me she said, "That is a gorgeous dress, I just love it. I have to tell you that about half the 'women' that come in here don't dress for shit. Not that I'm the best dresser. As you can see I kinda like the tramp look." Actually I thought she looked very sexy and maybe borderline trampy, but at least on this side of the border. She was wearing a see through lace trimmed white blouse with a red bra. The lace on the front of the blouse somewhat hided the bra but not completely. She had on a black leather mini skirt with a wide red belt, black stocking and what had to be five inch red high heels. She had long curly blond hair that seemed to be everywhere and large red and black hoop earrings. The makeup was a little on the trashy side but no matter, I took an instant liking to her. She was out to have fun and as I would quickly learn, didn't give a shit if someone didn't like the way she looked. She liked the way she looked and that was that. "But who cares," she went on, "I dress for me and I say 'If it makes me feel good then fuck 'em if they don't like it'," she giggled. "'And if they do like it, then I'll fuck 'em. You see, Sweetie, I got it covered both ways." I laughed out loud, "I guess you do." "Some people think I'm a character and actually I like that. I'm not shy and tell it like it is, so if I say something that offends you, don't sweat it. I never intend to offend but sometimes my big mouth just spits it out without my brain gettin' in gear first. Is this your first time here?" "Yes," I replied. "So where do you usually hang out?" "I don't. This is my first time out in a public place." "Get outta town! You mean to say that a good looking chick like you has never been out to show herself off? I can't believe that. You look like you've been dressin' for years." I gave here a brief history not really believing that I was telling my story to a perfect stranger. But somehow she just didn't seem like a stranger. She was a character all right but in the few short minutes of the conversation, she had made me feel like we were old friends. After telling my story she didn't ask any questions, but started in on telling me who was who and all the juicy gossip about everyone in the place. And she seemed to know everyone. As she talked on, I happened to notice a guy at the bar that had been one of the three out front when I had arrived. He was looking right at me. And smiling. As the butterflies woke up, I felt myself blush. I quickly looked back at Candy who was still talking away. She stopped in mid sentence and grinned at me. "Someone caught your eye?" she asked. "I can tell because you're not paying attention to me and blushing like a virgin that just heard her first dirty joke. Who is he? Point him out." I whispered, "It's the guy at the bar wearing the black pants and white shirt." "Well you go girl. Bat those eyelashes and give him a big smile. Maybe you'll get lucky tonight. I've never seen him here before but he sure looks promising." "I told you this is my first time out and I have never been with a man before so I'm not sure I want to get 'lucky' as you put it." "Trust me Sweetie, you are gonna take the plunge sooner or later so why not sooner? How else are you gonna find out if it's your thing or not. Gotta test drive it to see if you like it." "You do have a way of putting things don't you?" "You bet, Sweetie." A waitress came up to the table with two drinks. "Complements from the gentleman at the bar, the cute one in the white shirt," she said as she put the drinks down. I looked over and he was smiling brightly, looking right at me. Oh God, what am I going to do. The butterflies were in full flight now. Candy said to the waitress, "Carol, tell the gentlemen that Brenda, that's her, said thank you and would he care to join us." "No!" I almost shouted. "Give me a little while to think about this, Candy." "What's to think about. A good looking hunk is hitting on you, he almost certainly knows your secret because of the place you're at and if you stall around he might wind up with me," she giggled. Looking up she said, "Please go tell him, Carol, and you might just mention that Brenda is a little shy, but don't be discouraged." As the waitress walked over to the bar Candy said, "Look, Sweetie, you don't have to drop down and suck his cock right here. Just meet him and spend some time. If it doesn't feel right then give him a little kiss for the conversation and drink and say goodbye. No sweat." "I have to say, Candy, that I've taken an instant liking to you and that, girl, has got me worried." She laughed. "I have that effect on people. I guess it's just my magnetic personality. Now when he comes over I'll stay for a few minutes just to make sure your don't mount up and get outta Dodge. Just give me a nod when you want private time and color me gone." "Just don't be gone too far. You got me into this and you may have to get me out." "Hello Ladies, I accept your invitation to join you. Names Eric." "Hi -- there big boy," Candy said. "I'm Candy and this lovely lady is Brenda Jean. Pull up a chair." "Hi Candy," he said. Then turning to me, "Hi Brenda, I'm glad that you invited me to join you," he said as he sat down next to me. "I saw you outside when you came in looking so sexy and thought 'there's the girl for me'. I was happy when I saw that you weren't here with someone." Looking at Candy he quickly added, "I meant with a date. No offense Candy." "None taken." "Thank you for the compliment or at least what I think was a compliment," I said. "And trust me on this, you don't want to offend Candy. It'll take the rest of the night for me to get her claws out of your back." Candy laughed out loud, "It'd take a lot for a hunk like you to offend me, Lover." He blushed. She actually made him blush. I definitely need to take lessons from this girl. He smiled, oh what a great smile. "Sometimes I wish I had a really clever opening line but you've probable heard them all so you'll just have to settle for my smile." Now how did he know I liked his smile? "The waitress said your a little shy so I think we're gonna get along just fine because I am too." Hearing that line about settling for the smile and looking in his eyes, the trusty butterflies started to doze off again. What an adventure this is turning out to be. "Shy? You could have fooled me," Candy cooed. "Hitting on my friend here in front of God and everybody." "Don't pay any attention to her," I said. "The way I see it you'll fall in love with her in about five minutes. It seems that she affects people that way." Candy just sat there looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. "I already think I know what you mean," he replied. "Well kids, it's time to flit around the room and make everyone happy with my beauty and wit. Give me a yell if this hunk gets outta line, Sweetie," Candy said as she got up to leave. What was she doing? I never nodded!! No nod here!! "I'll see you later," I said. "Not if he can help it." she winked and walked off. The butterflies must be in a complete state of confusion. Wake up. Go to sleep. Wake up. Stay cool girl. "She's something else," he said "Oh yes, she most certainly is. The truth is, I just met her tonight and she's already found a large place in my heart." "That, my Fair Lady, is very easy to believe." Oh that smile. "So Eric, where did your friends go?" "I'm not enough for you?" That smile. He's not playing fair. "That remains to be seen," I smiled back. God, did I say that? "Baby, I think I just met the girl of my dreams." "Not to break the mood but I just have to ask. You do know exactly what kind of 'girl' I am, don't you?" "I have a little confession to make." "Uh-Oh," "No, no, just listen for a minute. You see I came here with those other two guys not knowing what they had planned. Their plan was to stand outside and make fun of the 'girls' that come in here. I do know about this place but have never been here before. When we arrived and I realized what was going on I got a little pissed off and ruined their plans when I told them that what they were doing was stupid and childish. You see, I am bi- sexual and they don't have a clue. And now I will never tell them after seeing how one sided their views are. They really are Ok guys but like most guys, one will start something to show how macho he is and then peer pressure gets in the way of common sense. "We all left together but after seeing you at the door I just had to come back so I ditched them. I haven't been with a man since college and although I wasn't even sure what kind of plumbing you had, I was hoping that.....I hope I'm not offending you." "Oh no, actually I find this fascinating." "Anyway, some old feeling surfaced and I thought that if you were the kind of girl I hoped you were, then maybe we could get together for a little fun and see what develops. With you, I can have the best of both worlds, a woman with that little something extra. You've got it all wrapped up in one package. Does that make sense?" "Yes, it makes perfect sense." "One more thing and if this doesn't chase you away I will be one happy camper. I'm married. I've been happily married to the same woman for twelve years and am not looking to change that. She doesn't know about this side of me and I don't really think she could handle it. It's just that after seeing you, something clicked and the old feelings arose. So here I am." "Eric, I too have a little confession to make. I'm happily married too. My wife does know about my 'dressing' but would die if she knew I was here tonight. You see, I've been a closet cross-dresser all my life. This in my first time out and I've never been with a man. For that matter, I've never been with anyone like this. And to make matters even more confusing I can't believe that I'm even telling you this." "I...." "Eric, let me finish while I still have the nerve." "Go on." "My wife tolerates this but doesn't want anything to do with it. So, needless to say I have lead a lonely feminine life. She's away for a while taking care of her father and I decided to come out, at least for a while to see what I've been missing." "I don't consider myself homosexual or even bi-sexual so I don't know how I'll react with a man. I do know that when dressed like this I consider myself a woman. It's just how I feel, even if I do have a little something extra." A warm smile, oh that smile again, washed across his face as he said, "Well in that case I say that you need to spend some time with a man to find out how you'll react. And I'm volunteering for the job. So what do you say? Do I qualify?" "Oh you qualify very nicely." I blushed. He was smooth. "Brenda, I think we've covered all the confessions we need to for the time being. Lets have a little fun and see where this takes us." With that he grabbed my hand and said, "Common, My Lady, lets dance." Dance? I hadn't considered this. I have danced by myself at home but now? In front of all these people? With a man? Stay cool girl. He lead me to the dance floor and there I was dancing with a man. OK, this is good but what if they play a slow dance? Trip to the ladies room? Not really, I decided. As we danced I looked at the band and there was -?-. Jack never did tell me his / her name. She was gorgeous and really rocking out on the keyboard. Clearly it was an all 'girl' rock and roll band that played 50's, 60's and 70's music and they were really good. After several dances and some heavy flirting with each other we returned to the table and had another drink. Then back out on the dance floor. So far no slow dances and I actually felt a little disappointed. At the end of a song, (I still didn't know Jacks female name) came up to the mike and said, "Good evening everyone. From up here it looks like you're all having a good time so I thought you should meet the girls that are making it possible. As most of you know my name is Jacquelyn and I think you know Melody here on the lead guitar. The rest of the girls are new so I'd like you to welcome them to our little corner of the world. This is Priscilla on rhythm guitar, Cecilia on base guitar, Cindy on the harmonica and Ricki on the drums. And, last but most important is our singer, Crystal." Applause rang through the club. "We don't have a name yet so I'd like all of you to put you heads together and come up with one for our new group. And it's gotta be something good so think about it and give your suggestions to Helen. We're making it a kind of contest and the winner gets a night of free drinks." The place filled with applause again for the band as well as a chance to get free drinks. So, Jacquelyn was her name. I should have guessed. I noticed Candy standing at the bandstand just below Jacquelyn looking right at me and beaming. Why did I think she was up to something? Well if she was, it outta be good. Jacquelyn continued, "Now we have a special request from our beloved Candy." Candy beamed some more and took a little bow. "This goes out to the lovely Brenda Jean and her escort, Eric, who as Candy put it to me, is a real hunk." Laughter rippled through the club. "The song is 'Tonight's the Night'." With that little announcement, a spotlight fell on Eric and me as the place went nuts with applause, yelling, whistles and cat calls. Oh Shit!!! With everyone looking in our direction and both of us bathed in the spotlight I could only think of just how fast I could run in heels. Best to just kick them off and go. I'd definitely make better time and would be home in about four minutes, without the use of my car. Stay cool, my ass, I must have looked like a beacon glowing in the night with the embarrassment I was feeling. My Prince Gallant didn't seem to bat an eye, instead he just smiled that smile and before I had a chance to bolt, he swept me into his arms. The next thing I knew we were dancing and in his arms, it didn't take long at all to calm down. I now understood the security a woman feels when wrapped in the protective arms of a man. Some of the reservations I had about being with a man had fallen away and the rest were unquestionably loose and ready to fall. This little adventure just kept getting better and better. But there was still Candy to deal with. I really wasn't the least bit mad, in fact, I thought what she did was special but I would still have to even the score. Tit for Tit...ah, I mean Tat. hehe. As Eric held me close, it occurred to me that he was the perfect height. Even in my heels he was about three inches taller. As we danced, he pulled me tighter to him as I let my head rest on his shoulder. Finally, the slow dance and it felt right. His hands slipped down my back to my ass and he very tenderly caressed it. Could it be, yes, I could feel his cock growing hard against my abdomen. This was turning me on!! I didn't move his hands off my ass and even pushed against his cock. It felt wonderful to know that I was turning this man on. I lifted my head to look at him and there was that smile. As I gazed into his eyes, those big beautiful blue eyes, he moved to kiss me. Oh no! What do I do now? Let him? Faint dead away? Hide my face? None of the above girl, take the kiss. Suddenly it was just what I wanted. His lips brushed mine in a teasing kiss and I melted farther into him. Then his lips were full on mine and I felt his tongue probing. I let my mouth open and felt his tongue lick around the inside of my lips. This guy was finding all my buttons. His now probing tongue caressed mine in a deep French kiss. Please don't let this stop anytime soon. As he kissed me I thought of what Candy had said earlier, 'you don't have to drop down and suck his cock right here.' But now I wanted to. What in the world am I thinking?!!! I know damn well what I'm thinking. Would he let me? Would he think I was a wanton slut? Would we be thrown out? Did I care? Any remaining reservations I had, broke loose were and washed out to sea. I knew right then that if he asked me to go to his bed I would murder the butterflies and be waiting at the door before he could move. He knew it too. I could just feel it. He didn't ask. When the song ended, he led me off the dance floor to our table, "Get your purse, Baby, we're leaving." "Alright, but I want to tell Candy goodnight. OK?" "Sure but be quick." That smile again. His secret weapon. "I will." We walked arm in arm over to the table where Candy was sitting. "Hi Candy," I said. "The hunk here is taking me away so I just wanted to say goodnight." She looked at me quizzically and asked, "Are you sure about this?" "I'm sure." "OK, Sweetie, but don't do anything I wouldn't do," she laughed. "I know that's a clich?ish line but you caught me off guard, Girl." "Don't worry about her, Candy," Eric said. "I'm staying at the Hilton by the airport just to let you know. My last name is Carter and I'm in room 1235. Feel free to call if you want to check up on her to make sure everything's alright. I will take good care of her." That seemed to make Candy relax and at that moment, I knew I had a real friend. "OK Big Boy, I will call. That's my girl there and you better take real good care of her. I have mean friends and a big dog." She giggled as she stood to give me a hug. She handed me a card, "Here's my cell number." I took a pen from my purse, tore off part of the card and wrote my cell number for her. With a tear in my eye as we hugged, I felt a tug on my purse. I started to look down but Candy put her hand to my chin holding my eyes to hers. She whispered, "I put a little something in your purse that I hope you need. Now get outta here and have fun." "Thanks Candy, I'll try my best not to let you down. You're my girl too." As we walled to the door I waved to Helen behind the bar and turned to blow Jacquelyn a kiss, mouthing the words 'I'll be back'. She winked and returned the kiss. 4. Taking The Plunge Outside I reached into my purse to get my car keys and discovered that Candy didn't put a condom in as I had suspected. What I found was a tube of K-Y Jelly. Holy shit! What was I getting myself into. You know very well what your getting yourself into. Stay cool girl. I handed my keys to Eric and taking his hand lead him to my car. When we reached the car he pulled me into his arms and took my mouth with his, kissing me so deeply and passionately I thought I would faint. Did he see what she put in my purse? No way, he was standing on the other side of me. Wasn't he? I'm sure he was. I think. Pulling back and seeming to look into my soul through my eyes he said, "Something, a strong feeling I'm having, is telling me this is going to be a very special night for both of us." "I think you're right," I sighed, laying my head on his chest to hold the moment. I tried to quell the thoughts that were bouncing off the walls of my brain like atoms going off in a nuclear blast. Stay cool girl. Live the moment. He opened the passenger door and held my hand as I got in. As we drove toward the airport, I learned that he was thirty years old and lived an hour south of here by air. He was in town for a week of business meetings and comes to the city on a fairly regularly basis. "Baby you had me so turned on in the club I thought I was going to get arrested for indecent exposure," he said as he caressed my thigh with his free hand. "Oh really?" I said as I moved my hand to his lap, letting it fall on his still hard cock, "and just what do you think I should do about that?" Did I just say that? With a serious look on his face he said, "Brenda, I know this is your first time and I want you to know that it's your comfort level that is first and foremost here. I only want you to do what your OK with." Then he smiled that smile and said, "I can already tell that whatever happens, it is going to be much better than the finest wine made, served with the best meal possible, while being with the best friends in the world." I thought about the line he gave me at the club about being shy, yea sure. This guy knows how to seduce a girl. And this girl was eating it up. "Well Honey," I said, "I'm not sure how this is going to affect me but I've already decided that even if I don't find this to be my thing, at least for tonight I want it all." Oops, I did it again. Where are these words coming from? I need to see my dentist about getting my mouth wired shut. Yes, that'll work. I continued, "Candy told me that I have to test drive it to find out if I like it or not, so test drive it I will. I will say that so far things are looking real promising that after the test drive I'll be back to make the purchase." God, I'm outta control. Stay cool girl. He laughed, "I see why you like her so much. She does have a way about her. And as for your test drive, I plan on making it as pleasurable as humanly possible." I gripped him tighter and felt his cock jump. Although I never, in a million years, would have though I would be in this position, holding a mans cock while on the way to a hotel and not to look at etchings, I was giddy with anticipation of what was to come. Oddly enough, the butterflies were either in a coma or had left for vacation. Here I was heading to a hotel with a man I didn't really know and I seemed to have found a calm in the storm. A small voice in my head was telling me he was a good man. Eric has made me feel like a sexy woman and I wanted only to please him. His hand had worked it's way up to the top of my stocking and his fingers were shooting little electric shocks to my bare skin. Can't he drive any faster? Why is his hotel so far away? I wonder if there is a shortcut? Stay cool girl. We finally arrived at the hotel and after parking the car Eric jumped out and came around to open the door for me. This woman thing certainly did have advantages. He was treating me like a lady and I was loving it. As a man, I know the power a woman has over men and now, as the woman, I was feeling that power. I just hoped that I used it wisely. After all, isn't the idea to draw pleasure from that power. Eric took my hand as I stepped out of the car and pulled me into his arms. His lips sought mine and soon we were deep in a sensuous French kiss. I molded myself to him and felt his cock throbbing against my body as our tongues dueled in my mouth. I was so turned on but somehow it was a different kind of turned on. Yes, my own penis was throbbing but more than that there seemed to be a glow emanating from my very core and that was where the real turn on was coming from. With his arm around me, we walked through the lobby to the elevators. My confidence soared because here we were in a hotel that was not dark by any stretch of the imagination and Eric didn't seem the least concerned. The clerk and a few others in the lobby gave us only a glance. Another guy getting some pussy, no big deal. If only they knew. Getting off the elevator at his floor, I spotted another couple coming toward us from the direction we were going. I thought, what the hell and as we got close to them, I kissed Eric on the ear letting my tongue probe visibly. Pulling me tight Eric beamed at the other couple. As we passed I glanced at them and could tell by the amused look on their faces that they got my little message. That girl was going to get laid and wanted everyone to know! Arriving at his room he took out his key-card and unlocked the door. As I stepped toward the door he swept me up into his arms and I noticed the other couple, now standing at the elevator, openly staring at us. I smiled brightly and gave them a little wave. She smiled sweetly and he grinned from ear to ear. Eric carried me across the threshold and kicked the door shut. I started giggling. "What's so funny?" he asked. I told him about the couple and my little show when he picked me up. This brought a big grin to his face. The next thing I knew, our lips were locked in a deep kiss as he held me, standing there just inside the room. With my arms around his neck, I showered his face with little kisses. Putting me down he ran his hands down my back to cup my ass as his lips again found mine and his tongue probed deep. When the kiss broke I held my face next to his and whispered in his ear, "Lover, I've been waiting too long for this. I want to suck your cock right now. I want your hot hard shaft in my mouth so I can taste your love juice. I want you to cum in my mouth and I plan to swallow every precious drop." Oh, the things coming out of my mouth. Not to mention what I planned to put in it. He grinned and said, "Lady, you can suck my cock all night long if that's what you want. I know I can't wait much longer." With that, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I kissed my way down to his chest and sucked on his nipples all the while letting my hands roam over his torso, feeling his hard muscles ripple as he moved to slip his shirt off. I sank to my knees on the plush carpet, my face now level with the object of my desire. He gently held my head in his big hands as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I reached in and caressed his erection through his underpants as he slid his pants down to the floor. I asked him to lift one foot and I removed his shoe and sock followed quickly by the other one. He stepped out of his pants and now was standing in front of me in just his underpants. I wanted to rip the shorts off and take him in my mouth but somehow held back. I looked up, first into his eyes and then slowly let my gaze slide down his body taking it all in. Although I was sure he also wanted to get his shorts off and thrust his hot shaft into my mouth, he seemed to understand that I wanted to go slow and savor every moment. I leaned forward and placed a tentative kiss on each thigh. Moving close I licked his cock through the shorts all the while caressing it with one hand as my other hand slid around and cupped his ass. As hard as I tried I just couldn't wait another minute to see his cock so I put my hands to the waistband of his shorts and very slowly pulled them down. As his manhood came into view, a little shudder ran through my body. Here I was, on my knees about to take a man's cock in my hands and mouth. There had been a time when I was sure I would be repulsed by this but now, here at this moment, there was no repulsion, only desire. A very strong desire. A woman's desire. His cock was beautiful. And so very hard. It was thick and at least seven inches long, circumcised with a perfectly formed head and it seemed to call to me. His large balls hung like ornaments further enhancing the view of his manhood. I had never seen another man's penis live and in person this close, and now I wanted to examine it, to feel it, to kiss it. To give it, no, give him a blowjob I could be proud of. WOW. I reached out and enveloped it with both hands, lightly at first so I could savor the feel, the texture, the firmness, the heat. A drop or pre-cum appeared on the tip so I leaned in sticking out my tongue and for the first time getting a taste of him as I licked it off. My tongue, coming in contact with the head of his cock, sent another shudder through me as I tasted a man for the first time. It wouldn't be the last time either, I knew. He ran his hands through my hair but made no attempt to push me. He wanted to let me do this at my own pace and I was so grateful for this. I pursed my lips and placed a light kiss on the head of his cock as I looked up and saw him smiling down at me. That smile, the feel of his hot shaft in my hands, the taste of him as I kissed the end taking more pre-cum between my lips, the musky man smell, seeing those hands with the red fingernail polish, my hands, holding his cock, now with a trace of lipstick on the head. All these sensations I was experiencing at the same time should have put me into sensory overload but instead they all worked together to send me to new heights of passion, fueling the erotic fire that was building inside me. The moment was here. I gripped his throbbing veined cock and let my lips slide over the head taking him into my mouth. As he entered my mouth I could feel the head throb with my lips as his blood pulsed. Oh yes, I am going to enjoy sucking his cock. I took him deeper reaching down to cup his heavy balls in my hand. I could tell that he liked what I was doing because his shaft jumped in my mouth and a soft moan escaped his lips. While caressing his balls, I milked his cock with my lips taking him almost halfway into my mouth and then pulling back until only the head remained. He was thrusting gently each time I took him in and these little thrust helped him go a little deeper each time. I didn't think I could deep-throat him but was determined to take him as deep as possible. I developed a rhythm and now with his cock pumping in and out of my mouth and my right hand caressing his balls I reached around to cup his ass with my left hand. I let my fingers slide between his ass cheeks to caress his ass hole. This got him thrusting harder into my mouth. "Yea Baby, suck my cock. That feels so wonderful. Suck it good Baby. Your mouth is soooo hot!!" His words were music to my ears. As I continued to caress his ass I grabbed his cock with my right hand and slowed him down, letting out a moan. I masturbated his shaft with my hand and let him slip out of my mouth. Looking up into his eyes, in a quivering voice I said, "Oh Eric, I love your big, hot hard cock deep in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth and when you do, don't you dare pull it out until I have every ounce of cum you have to give!!" "Baby I'm gonna give you a mouthful of cum, you can count on that. Suck that cock my little slut!" Him calling me a slut sent shivers up my spine. I loved being his slut. His woman. His wanton cock sucker. Holding his cock, I started licking the shaft working my way down to his balls. At that moment it occurred to me that none of what I was doing came to mind, it just seemed to happen. With this man, standing naked before me and me fully dressed as I was, his words and moans further confirmed what I now knew. I am a natural cock sucker. I stroked his shaft with my hand while still caressing his ass hole with my other hand and started to lick his balls. I took first one and then both his balls into my mouth and gently sucked on them now tasting that musky taste of my man. I ran my tongue around his balls letting them slip from my mouth. As I licked them all over and again took them in my mouth caressing them with my lips and tongue, I pushed a finger into his ass hole. "Oh yes!" he yelled out. "Baby what you do to me!" I continued to suck his balls and started to gently fuck his ass hole with my finger. I then traded my mouth with my right hand, cupping his balls as I ever so slowly started licking my way back up his shaft, caressing it all over with my tongue and getting it wet with salvia. When I reached the head, looking up into his eyes, I took him deep into my mouth, at the same time pushing my finger deep into his ass. I felt his cock grow even harder if that was possible and knew that he was getting close to filling my mouth with his seed. He watched me, glassed eyed, as I worked his shaft in and out of my mouth. I wasn't ready for this to end just yet so I slowed to a stop letting him slip out of my mouth while holding still my finger that was now buried in his ass. "I know you're ready to shoot your cum Lover, but try to hold back for just a little longer," I pleaded as I kissed the bulbous head of his very swollen cock. "I love sucking your cock and need just a little more." "I'll try Baby," he stammered, "but you're not making it easy. You are one great cock sucking slut." He did try and I continued to suck on him as time seemed to stop, taking him slow and deep and picking up the pace as he got closer to the edge. He was really thrusting into my mouth now as I pumped his ass with my finger. I was a receptacle for his lust and now knew the true meaning of a woman pleasuring her man. As he pushed harder into my mouth now hitting the back of my throat I found that I was now taking almost all his cock. I hadn't gagged so on his next thrust I pushed down hard and was rewarded with the feel of his cock sliding into my throat. I almost couldn't believe it. I had deep throated this hard shaft and now had my nose buried in his pubic hair. What a glorious moment. I held his shaft deep in my throat and savored the moment. I soon discovered I couldn't breath with this monster filling my throat so I pulled back slowly, feeling his shaft slide out until only the head was in my mouth. I took a deep breath and again swallowed him hungrily. My mouth and throat were relaxed enough that he went easily in to the hilt. With this newfound talent, I now sucked his cock deep into my throat on every thrust, letting him slide back out while swirling my tongue around the shaft on the up stroke. With each thrust of his cock, I fucked his ass hole with my finger. All this action brought moans of pleasure from both him and me. As it brought him quickly over the edge I realized that this new cock sucking talent is one I will have to use carefully in the future if I want to prolong this wonderful event. With his manhood buried deep in my throat I received my reward, as a hard pulse of his cock pushed the first blast of semen down my throat. The heat of his cum penetrated to my very core and from that spot I felt what I can only describe as electricity welling forth, racing through every nerve of my body. I withdrew him from the depths of my throat because I wanted to taste his sperm. To savor the taste and feel of him filling my mouth. And fill my mouth he did. I kept my lips tightly sealed on his cock and sucked the shaft as I felt each pulse of his cock force the thick, hot, delicious cum into my mouth. With my mouth now full of cock and cum I started to swallow, savoring the taste of his heavy sperm washing across my tongue and traveling down my throat. He just kept cuming. As fast as I swallowed more cum jetted into my mouth. My own cock was harder than I ever recall it being, maybe because it was wedged tightly in my panties. My panties were soaked as I came too but I didn't cum in the traditional way. A total feeling of bliss starting in the very core of my being and tearing through my body could only be an orgasm that a woman knows. I was on a new emotional level that I never dreamed possible. I was convinced that I had just experienced the type of an orgasm a woman feels and I absolutely loved it. I was a woman now hooked on men. As his spurting slowed to a stop, a feeling of complete satisfaction came over me because as a woman and bedroom slut, I had pleased my man so well...and I loved sucking cock. When he was finally drained I held his cock in my mouth to enjoy the feeling of him softening. My final reward for a good job, blowjob that is. I was a cock sucker. A mouth cunt. A bedroom slut. I was at peace. Eric brought me out of my blissful thoughts by sliding his hands across my breast as he reached under my arms to help me up. Before I stood I took his now soft cock all the way into my mouth and sucked hard as I pulled back releasing it with a small popping sound. Giving it a finale kiss while licking off a last stray drop of cum, I let him pull me to my feet. As I stood before him hoping I wouldn't pass out from the emotions still raging in my body, he cupped my face and gently kissed my lips. I fell against his body wrapping my arms up and around his neck letting the kiss develop into a passionate tongue battle. He broke the kiss and again swept me off my feet into his arms. He carried me over to the bed and carefully laid me down. As I lay there in the afterglow he sat down and leaned over me stroking my face with his fingers. Looking into my eyes he said, "I know you told me that you have never done anything like this but are you sure your not bullshitting me a little? My wife gives great head on the few occasions she will but that was mind-blowing. The best blowjob I ever had. And I'm not just saying that to make you feel good. I really mean it." I found my hand in his lap gently caressing his soft cock and even after my little performance he still made me blush. "That Lover, was most definitely the first time for me and you can bet that it won't be the last. Eric honey, I actually had an orgasm myself. Not the kind I'm used to but more intense. I don't even know where it stared from but it took over my whole body and came in waves." "I wondered about that the way you seemed so intense. I could tell you were really enjoying yourself, that's for sure. "I was and I'll gladly suck your cock anytime you're in need. Having you in my mouth was the most erotic thing I have ever done and when you filled my mouth with your sweet cum, I was overwhelmed. To be honest, I was afraid the taste and texture might gag me, but with the first taste I found it was delicious and I wanted more," I said, teasing him buy running my tongue around my lips. "My God, the way you took me down your throat. I've never been able to do that and never had it done to me before. I thought my head was going to explode." "You have to remember that I have a little extra insight in what a man likes. And as far as taking you down my throat, well that was a bonus I certainly didn't expect myself. It just kinda happened. And your head did explode," I giggled. "I guess it did," he chuckled. "I'm really glad you liked it, I know I did." "Baby, 'liked it' is a flagrant understatement!" 5. The Final Frontier. His lips were on mine before I could respond. He kissed me passionately as his hands started to explore. Caressing my throat they wandered slowly down to my breast gently massaging and kneading them. His mouth found my neck and was now following his hands on their expedition down my body. He reached behind me lifting me to a sitting position where he could get at the zipper on my dress. Feeling me tense slightly he murmured, "I love a woman in sexy underwear and I just know I'm gonna like what I see." "Wait," I said, "there's something I've always wanted to do and now I want to do it for you. Just promise you won't laugh too loud." "I will laugh with you but never at you." I believed him and this gave me more confidence as I got up and switched on the clock radio tuning it until I found a station that was playing light rock. I turned on the bedside light and as sexy as I could, walked over and turned off the entry light that was on when we came in. 'Proud Mary' was playing on the radio and that was a little fast for what I wanted so I stalled by strutting over to the window and pulling open the drapes. What a beautiful view and backdrop to what I was about to do. I turned to look at Eric and he was laying back on the bed with his back and head propped up on a couple of pillows. Dressed as I was, he naked on the bed, the taste of his cum still in my mouth and it was about to get better. Stay cool girl. You have a show to put on. 'Dim all the lights' by Donna Summer came on the radio. Perfect. Well, almost perfect. Perfect would have been if they played 'The Stripper' but if that had come on, with that kind of luck, I'd have to leave to go buy a lottery ticket. I walked to the center of the room and started to dance for him. Moving to the music I gave him my sexiest moves that I have practiced in front of the mirror many times. With my back to him and looking over my shoulder while swaying to the music I reached behind me and ever so slowly stared to pull down the zipper of my dress. I noticed his cock twitching a little. Am I too focused on his cock? Yes. Finall