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"Feels like a woman."
By Jennifer Richardson
I took ages to get ready for my big night out, trying my hardest
to perfect my look. I'd gone through my full wardrobe and
experimented with all kinds of looks. Make up littered the top of
my dressing table; lingerie covered the bed and draped over the
back of the chair. I finished of by slipping a pair of waterfall
earrings into place that glittered when I moved my head. My short
bobbed blonde hair was elegantly simple and eventually I'd
decided that my whole look had to go along with it.
With my silicon's firmly and securely adhered, the edges flush
smooth against my skin, my heart had begun thumping in my chest
as my nervous excitement grew. Stepping into tight fitting white
silk panties cut high on my leg I eased my tell tale sex back
between my legs. The panties were tight enough to hide me away
very snugly indeed. The sheer see through bra fitted me
perfectly, the nipples of the breast forms showed clearly through
though there was no hint that they weren't real. My long slender,
smooth legs were soon encased in sheer black hold up stockings
with lovely lace patterned tops.
I'd finally settled on a mid thigh length long sleeved Lycra
dress in a soft blue, tight fitting and clinging to my figure. As
an after thought I'd added a golden chain link belt loosely
clasped on my right hip and a light blue chiffon scarf wrapped
carefully round my throat. With my favourite high-heeled strapped
sandals on my stocking feet I smiled when I saw my pink painted
toenails trapped within the stockings. The pink gloss matched my
fingernails and the frosted pink on my lined lips.
I hurried round the bedroom tidying as I went, pushing things in
drawers and in the wardrobe before turning to the dressing table
and putting that into some kind of order. Downstairs in the
lounge I poured myself a glass of wine and went through my
thoughts. Was I doing the right thing? How much of a risk was I
taking? What if I got into a situation I couldn't handle, or
indeed how would I get out of it?
It was all because I'd seen a television programme which had
featured a piece on transvestites. A Psychologist was arguing
that transvestites and transsexuals should be considered as a
third sex, to illustrate his point he showed a short film
claiming that the transvestites in it reacted to contact with men
in a way that was entirely different from women and gay men. He
claimed that T-girls were less responsive and were easily "read"
by both gay and straight men. I didn't agree with what he was
saying, as he went on to state that transvestites responded
sexually to males more quickly than they responded to females.
Truth to tell, at that time I hadn't really thought about it. I
knew I was attracted to women both when dressed as Janine and as
normal, as John, I hadn't detected any difference in the level of
either reaction or response. The more I thought about it the more
I became intrigued and curious, what would it be like to be with
a man? I thought about coming out to a friend but got frightened
when I was on the verge of doing so.
The more I thought about it, the more curious I got. I decided to
do something about it, to find out how Janine responded in those
circumstances. To see what would happen if I put myself in a
situation where I couldn't help but be around men, more than
that, a situation where I was likely to be seen as a target,
namely a gay club.
It wasn't so much a club as a late opening pub, I'd been passed
it before but never entered, and up until now nothing had drawn
me there. I crossed the road and went up the steps to the door
where there were two burly doormen. They looked me up and down
and stood aside to let me passed, saying nothing and showing no
change from their straight poker faces. I seemed quite quiet
until I opened the inner door to the bar and was hit by a wall of
sound. Loud dance music with a thumping beat and spinning
flashing lights. There were small stages either side of the sound
desk on which two young men danced, oiled all over but for a tiny
red g-string.
When the lights flashed I saw that for the most part it looked
like any other club, men and women mixed together quite freely
and danced together, quite why I thought it should be any
different I don't know. I had to push my way through to the bar,
I felt a little frightened by the crush but it wasn't as if I was
feeling threatened at all.
When I got to the bar I was lucky enough to get served straight
away, by a big muscular fellow with a bow tie at his throat,
other than a pair of tight black leather shorts that was all he
was wearing. After about half an hour the crowd seemed as if it
was thinning. I got a barstool at the far end of the bar and
nursed another drink, watching without staring, couples pairing
off, kissing and cuddling. Whilst I hadn't seen a man kiss
another man, other than on film, I still got a bit of a shock
when I saw as much open affection going on here. It wasn't just
the men who were pairing off, the girls were to, sometimes two
feminine looking girls, some butch girls together and some of
each. I felt a little bit stirred when I saw the femme girls
dancing closely together, so sensuous and sexy!
Just two yards away to my right I saw a couple really getting
intimate, a thrill ran through me when the guy in tight leather
pants began stroking above the stocking thigh of his partner. The
flared black skirt slid higher up the leg and I saw the guy's
hand slowly stroking his fingers across a pair of French
knickers. A lump formed in the knickers and grew until it was
obviously an erection. To their annoyance and my disappointment a
security man stopped them. When the guy stood back I could see
his partner was breathless, eyes sparkling and with a smile on
their painted lips. They moved, passed me, and my transvestite
sister patted me on the bum and gave me a broad smile.
The crowd thinned out even further and it became possible to make
out the murmur of individual voices once the music quietened. I
had my back to the entrance door and was considering having a
walk round the place when a hand rested lightly on my left hip. I
turned in surprise and saw an equally surprised face looking back
at me.
"Sorry! I thought you were a friend of mine" The girl was about
my height and that was without my heels, wearing a black T-shirt
and trousers, heavy breasts swinging free. She wasn't wearing any
make up but had amazingly long chestnut hair.
"I offered a nervous sort of smile and asked what time the pub
closed."
"First time here?" To my nod she added, "About midnight, most
folk have gone on to the clubs by then, you going on somewhere?"
"I'm not sure I was, well...."
"Oh Hell!" She suddenly said, looking behind me over my shoulder,
"What's the matter?"
"Can I borrow you a minute?" She said, slipping her hands onto my
waist, her right hand stayed where it was, the other slid down
onto my thigh.
A girl walked passed and gave us an absolutely filthy look, once
she'd gone out through the door my companion relaxed.
"Sorry about that," her hands left me, "I tried to come onto her
a week ago, you'd never guess she was a he would you?"
I looked at her and wondered what to say in response, I must have
looked puzzled or something because her eyes suddenly went wide
open. Her hands covered her mouth and she spluttered that she'd
done it again, she hurried off leaving me unsure if I should feel
insulted by her running off in shock or disgust or if I should be
pleased that she handed realised the truth about me.
At around eleven the pub started to fill again and the music got
gradually louder, as if it had been having a rest. I watched the
dancers oiling each other up before they climbed back on the
stage; still I felt no reaction, more a lack of interest if I'm
honest. As time went on I was beginning to think of giving up on
the whole thing, my trip to the ladies room was uneventful but on
returning to the bar I found I couldn't get to my stool. A huge
man in a vest and shorts blocked my path to the right and slender
man in an ill-fitting suit stood to the left. When the big man
got out of the way I was able to squeeze through to the bar and
catch the barman's eye. In picking it up the tall man to my left
put his change in his pocket and nudged me, spilling a little of
my vodka and lime over my fingers.
He realised and turned to me, making a stammering apology. He was
a lot younger than I'd thought, as tall as me with mousy blonde
hair in a floppy loose style. His shirt looked two sizes to big,
the tie was loosely tied and the belt round his waist was on its
tightest notch. His eyes were a sparkling blue, almost twinkling;
there wasn't a mark on his face, his complexion even girlish.
"Can I, er, get you another?" He indicated my barely spilt drink.
I was about to refuse when his hand briefly touched mine; an
electric shock raced through my nerve endings and alarm bells
began to go off in my head. I managed a smile and told myself
that this was what I'd come here to find out.
"You really don't have to, I hardly lost a drop, really." My
voice had gone up at least two levels and had developed a soft
lilt of its own accord.
He waved a note around over the bar, none to certainly, and
seemed a bit shy about being served. I wondered how old he could
be, might that have been his concern?
He stood by the bar with me for ages before finding something to
say, I didn't make things any easier for him. I suppose we were
both wondering what to do or say next. It was beginning to get a
bit uncomfortable, so I took a deep inward breath, drank the firs
drink down while he was looking away and composed myself.
Turning sideways on to him, knees, away from the bar lowered my
right hand and gently touched his left hand with my fingertips. I
didn't run a mile, which was a good thing and turned to face me.
I gave him a nervous smile and his hand took mine in his then
rested on my knee. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach and
I realised that I'd made the first move. He smiled at me and I
responded, squeezing his fingers gently.
"Shall we try to find somewhere quieter?" He asked, his voice
soft, for a moment my worry about his age resurfaced, thinking
his voice hadn't broken!
I nodded and get off the stool, collected my handbag and waited
while he finished his drink.
"Don't you want yours?"
He looked a bit put out, I thought we were going to find
somewhere away from the music but he looked toward the door. I
was torn two ways, not sure what to do. My hand snaked out of its
own accord for my glass. I drained it much to his surprise, I
realised it was a double when the fire began burning in my belly.
He smiled at my reaction and led me by the hand over to the door.
Once through we eased through the incoming crowds and out into
the street, turning left we walked along a little before he
slipped his arm round my waist, gently stroking my side. The
combination of rushed vodka and night air was doubly intoxicating
and I stroked my arm slipped his jacket onto the small of his
back, and then round onto his hip. The ill-fitting shirt had
loosened itself from the waistband of his trousers and my fingers
met warm smooth flesh.
We came to a small road off to the left and went along it for
fifty yards or so before we entered a small pub. There was a
small lounge at the back of it where we sat together in a corner
booth.
With drinks in front of us I relaxed and suddenly giggled, "I'm
Janine by the way."
His eyes sparkled and held mine, replying that he was Mike. I
leaned forward to sip my drink and felt his arm settle over my
shoulders, his hand holding me gently; Leaning toward him he
closed the distance on the seat between us until his touched
mine. His right hand crossed over his lap and took hold of my
left, gently stroking my fingers. When I turned to look at him
his lips slowly lowered to mine, kissing me softly and gently. My
head tilted back slightly, responding seemed so right.
He let go of my hand and ran it over my tummy turning me in the
seat without breaking the kiss, I slid my hand up his shirt
slowly until he suddenly sat back and turned away from me before
looking into space in front of him.
My surprise took me aback; I felt a little upset, not knowing if
I'd done something wrong or not. Maybe he was as nervous as I was
and was having second thoughts. I decided it best if we were both
put out our difficulties.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were, well, interested."
"I am!" He spoke a little loudly, then turned and looked at me,
"I am interested, its just, I haven't done it this way before."
He ended abruptly and I saw I had the opportunity to get out, if
I wanted to.
"If it's any consolation Mike, I haven't either."
"You don't mind if I'm a bit clumsy or say the wrong thing?" He
asked, relief and concern in his voice. I took his hand and put
it back across to my waist then laid my head on his shoulder as
I'd seen girls do with their men so often.
When the bell rang for last orders I had another drink, a large
vodka, and soon we were back in the side road again, arms round
each other's waist. I suppose to any onlookers we looked like any
ordinary couple. I realised that I fancied him and from his body
language told me the feeling was reciprocated. His confidence had
grown since he knew it was the first tie for both of us. When we
got back to the main road we again turned left, part way along
there was a queue at a taxi rank.
"Look, I'd really like to see you again, even invite you back for
coffee, but I share a flat, and, you know, they don't know about
me."
I stopped walking and took his hand from my waist, leading him to
the taxi rank queue. I turned my back to some railings and
brought his hands back to my hips.
"Well we'll just have to go back to mine then." I smiled and drew
him into to me, feeling his hands stroke up my back and then
under my arms wrapped round his neck. He slyly stoked my boobs
before leaning back and smiling. I pulled his head back to me and
kissed him hungrily. His tongue snaked into my mouth and tumbled
with my tongue, hands clenched my bum and I moved my hands down
to his waist band, the right again finding soft skin, the left
easing the shirt out until it touched skin too.
Our turn for the taxi came quicker than I'd thought it would, the
twenty minute journey kept us apart until we got into my house
and into the lounge where we fell into each other's arms, I tried
to slip his jacket from him but he backed off again.
Disappointment showed in my face, I thought he'd changed his mind
again.
"Look Mike, there's a spare room upstairs if you want to stop the
night, we don't have to..."
"But I want to, I'm just scared you'll be disappointed!" I
thought he was going to cry.
I nervously reached for his hand and led him from the room.
Leading him upstairs to my bedroom, lit only by the soft bedside
lamp. I left him there and when to the loo, checked myself in the
mirror and returned to find him in bed, bare shoulders showing
above the duvet, his back towards me. All thoughts of a sexy
little strip left my head and nervous tension rose along my
spine. I stripped naked at my side of the bed, eased back the
duvet and slipped inside. Our bodies, not touching, but so close.
I rolled onto my side so I was facing his back and reached over
him to switch off the light.
"I'm sorry Janine but I can't do it, I mean your beautiful and
everything but I'm not gay, I don't think I'm even bi-curious, I
thought if I acted butch I'd be able to do it but I couldn't do
it with a girl." Her vice trailed away to nothing, then a little
sob.
My heart was hammering in my head, she wasn't a he? My thoughts
went back to the girl in the club, she'd thought I was a girl and
had hurried away when she realised the truth and I was certain
that "Mike" would do the same. I was terrified of that reaction
and decided that I'd have to go to the spare room myself when put
the light on and rolled over to face me.
"I could still, you know," her hand moved slowly across the bed
and rested lightly on my hip. Her touch was so soft that my body
responded immediately, her fingers moved onto my thigh and traced
over the front of my leg. I gasped and fell onto my back, she
smirked a little bit then smiled, "do you want me to Janine, you
do don't you, really?"
"No Mike! Don't, please, don't!"
Her fingers circled on my taut smooth stomach, first toward my
breasts and then further down just above my triangle.
"Michelle Janine, Michelle, and I'm going to do you anyway!" She
rolled closer and lowered her hand straight onto my erection. Her
eyes registered shock, then amazement, and then she smiled and
threw back the duvet and revealed the truth.
She was gazing down at me; I watched her face, waiting for the
first signs of her disgust. I saw her smile.
She rolled on top of me and lay down full length, her small
perfect breasts squashing against the silicones. Using her feet
she parted my legs and then pushed herself tight against my rod,
reaching down to ease me closer, until I was only just touching
her heat.
"You're a very naughty girl Janine, teasing me all night like
that. I'm going to make you my girl, you wan that don't you? I'm
going to teach you to feel like a woman.
She lowered her lips to mine, slipped her tongue into my mouth
and ground down against me, I've become her fulltime girl and she
has returned to her femme self, all golden curls and short
skirts. Down at the club we tease the other girls to distraction
before she makes me come onto some poor unsuspecting guy. She
pretends to catch me at it and drags me off home, to bed.
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