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Doubleheader Games By Deborah Edwards and Jillian O "You would look great in that," the friendly sales clerk said. "I'm sure we have one in you size." Obviously this teenage girl with the big smile was getting paid some sort of commission. "I can go to the back and check for you," she said with a question in her voice. "Ok, I'm a size 8, I'll browse while I'm waiting." I answered while she scurried away. I hadn't come to the mall for a wool skirt, but it wouldn't hurt to try one on. "I'll be right back ma'am," she said looking over her shoulder. I still get excited when someone calls me ma'am. I had only been dressing in public for a few months. But every since Vince took me to his class reunion, I had become more confident and bold. At first I only took small trips and went to places where I knew I wouldn't be noticed. I learned from each of these experiences and gradually went out more and more. Now October, I felt secure enough to shop, talk, and do just about anything else without ever fearing that I would get made. I walked over to the sweater section. I would like a few more cute Calico collared sweaters like the one I was wearing. It was royal blue and fit perfectly. I had on a full length matching pleated skirt and low heeled shoes. I decided to wear my wavy shoulder length red wig. It showed off my alabaster skin but didn't look too over the top. The waist cincher gave me a nice hourglass figure. I had been wearing it everyday now for five months hoping it would help reshape my body. I wore my silicone breast forms that gave me a rounded C cup look that perfectly balanced my ample butt. I glanced up from the sweaters and saw Valerie. Vince had introduced us at the reunion. Valerie was Vince's best friend when they were growing up. She was also a lesbian and not ashamed to admit it. She hadn't changed since the last time I saw her. She was still short, thin with a short blond bop hairstyle. Should I go over and say "Hi" to her? Would she even remember me? Would she even want to speak to me? I casually walked in her direction. She didn't notice me until I was right beside her. When she looked up I said, "Hi Valerie, remember me?" She looked at me with a deer-in-the-headlights stare. I knew she didn't have a clue. I decided to help her out. "Janice, from the reunion," I said much to her relief. "Janice! How are you? I didn't recognize you with your new hair style. You look terrific," Valerie said. She now had a big smile on her face. I felt all warm and happy inside when she commented on how I looked. I still can't get enough reassurance. "Thanks, but it's a wig." I answered with a giggle. "Really, I could've sworn it was real. Did you wear a wig to the reunion?" she asked with amazement. "Yes, that was a wig also," I answered. "I would have never guessed." she said as she started to blush. "You weren't supposed to." I answered trying to reassure her. "Are you here on a visit?" I asked. "No, I moved here last month. My job transferred me." she said with a smile. "You'll have to show me around." "I'd love to!" I answered with encouragement in my voice. I had been looking for a girlfriend to go shopping with. About that time the teenage sales clerk bought the skirt to me. I held it up on me and asked Valerie, "What do you think?" She shook her head no and said, "Nope, way to conservative for you." I smiled in agreement and handed the skirt back to the disappointed clerk. Then Valerie and I left the store in search of greener pastures. We spent the rest of the morning together, shopping, giggling and just having fun. I felt so comfortable around her. Valerie was a very outgoing person and I enjoyed her company. But I felt she might be interested in more than just a friend. As we became more comfortable with each other, she felt free to touch me on the shoulders and arms. She constantly commented on how good I would look in different styles of clothes. She seemed to have a much more aggressive personality then I. That was fine; I liked it when other people took charge in social situations. It was nearly two o'clock before either of use noticed that we hadn't eaten lunch. We carried all of our new treasures to the food court. I had purchased a pair of black patent Mary Jane's with 5 inch heels. I don't know why I had bought business attire; I would never wear them to work. But a girl has to have her dreams. Valerie had bought a pair of jeans and a few new sweaters. She didn't spend nearly as much as I, but I think she enjoyed the shopping just as much. We each ordered from a Mexican fast food place. I had a Cesar salad; Valerie had a taco and nachos. We sat down and started our conversation like two old friends. Then she started asking questions that are more personal. "So are you and Vince still dating," she inquired. "Well, Vince and I were never 'dating'," I answered putting stress on 'dating'. "He and I just go out occasionally; we are free to see whomever we want." Vince and I did see each other, but only out of town. He was still afraid to be seen with me in case someone recognized us. He was always a gentleman around me. But when we were in the bedroom, I was definitely in charge. After I mentioned that we were free to date anyone, Valerie became very excited. Was she still interested in Vince? "Well, you and I will have to go out sometime and do the town." Valerie said with a smile. Was she coming on to me? Was she just trying to be polite? I wasn't sure, but going out with Valerie would be very interesting. "Sure, maybe we could go dancing," I agreed. "I saw you at the reunion. You looked like you had been on the dance floor before." Valerie checks turned a little red and said, "You weren't so bad yourself." *** Valerie had to leave, so she and I exchanged phone numbers. She promised to call me soon and get together again. We said our goodbyes and went in opposite directions. I had loaded all of my packages in my 2000 Dodge Intrepid and started the engine. That's when I remembered the prescription. As much as I hated to admit it, age was catching up with my eyes. I wanted to go by the optical center in the mall. I needed to pick out a pair of feminine eyeglasses in case the need ever arose. So I went back in and started browsing in the store. There were so many frames to choose from, I didn't know where to start. "Can I help you?" asked a tall distinguished looking gentleman. He was standing directly behind me. When he spoke, I jumped as I turned around and bumped into him. Our eyes meet, and I started feeling very warm. He had deep blue eyes and salt and pepper hair. He grabbed my arms to keep me from toppling over. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," he said. "Oh, that's alright, I shouldn't have bumped into you." I answered with a smile. "You could help me find some frames." He smiled and said, "I'd love to." I sat down a stool that faced a mirror. This wonderful gentleman, named Dr. Richard Blanton, waited on me hand and foot. We struck up a conversation. He said I had a very lovely face and need just the right frames. He helped me select the perfect pair: cute metal rims in gold with oversize lens that give me that perfect ladylike air. I loved the way they made me look; sexy not studious. He put me on cloud nine with all of the attention he was giving me and the gently way he touched my face. I never knew shopping for glasses could be so much fun. We chatted for a few minutes. He had just moved into the area to start a new practice. He said that he liked the town, but was still getting lost. I assured him that if he ever needed a guide, I was available. It's funny the games people play when they are trying to show each other their interest. I was trying to drop every clue I could to this handsome gentleman. I felt that he was doing the same. I didn't want to wait for Richard to finish making the lenses. So I gave him my number and asked if I could just come back and pick them up later. He said that would be fine and that he would be contacting me. Was he just trying to be nice or did he really want to talk to me again? I made direct eye contact with him again, gave him my best smile and said, "I'll be looking forward to it." *** It was the middle of the week and raining. I was soaked and tired when I walked into my house. I quickly shed my male work clothes and looked for something feminine to wear. I wished for the day when I could dress as I pleased all of the time. But until then this arrangement would have to do. I went into my 'Janice' room where I keep all of my favorite clothes. I opened the dresser and took out a nice pair of white panties. As I stepped into them, I noticed how aroused I had gotten. Even after all of this time I still found pleasure in just dressing up. I reached for a bra when I saw a pair of nylons on the dresser. I just couldn't resist slipping them on. I decided to just wear the padded wonder- bra tonight, no need for the tape and silicone. I searched through my ever-expanding closet. Hmmmm, what did I feel like tonight? After several minutes of indecision, I had the outfit, a simple full length khaki skirt and a white loose fitting blouse. I slipped them on and sat down in front of my vanity mirror. After putting on my page-boy red wig, I started on my makeup. I had just finished with the foundation and started applying my lipstick, when the phone rang. I moved as quickly as I could in nylons and a skirt and reached the phone in the living room on the fourth ring. "Hello," I breathlessly answered. "Hey Janice, I was just about to give up." It was Valerie on the line. "Hey girl what are you up to?" I said in my best feminine voice. I hoped I hadn't given myself away when I first answered the phone. "Nothing much, I just wanted to see how you were doing. Did you make it home with all of you packages?" she asked with a touch of sarcasm. "Yes, thank you very much" I replied. I settled in on the couch and tucked my legs underneath me. I couldn't believe I was on the phone with a girlfriend. It seemed that all of the work that I had done and the time it had taken were beginning to pay off. We made small talk for a few minutes until the real reason Valerie called came up. "So what are you planning to do this weekend?" Valerie asked. "Nothing special, did you have something in mind?" I asked trying to be as vague as possible. "I thought we could try a club downtown, Second Chances," she said with a little hesitation. Second Chances was an alternative club. I had never been to it, but I really wanted to give it a try. Maybe now was my chance. "Sounds great, but are you asking me out on a date?" I questioned knowing perfectly well, what the answer was. "Well .... I guess I am," answered Valerie "But apparently I'm not doing a very good job of it." I could hear the torture in her voice. I thought how many times I had asked girls out and felt the same way. However, I couldn't help but tease her a little more. "In that case, maybe you should tell me a little more about your intentions. After all, I want to know what expectations you have." I said coyly. I was really enjoying being on this end of the conversation. "Hmmm, I want to take you out and show you off to everyone. Maybe dance a little maybe fool around some ..." she answered leaving me to fill in the blanks. After a brief pause she said. "Unless of course you don't want that, perhaps it's better if we don't go." "Oh No! I want to go" I blurted out quickly. Darn, seems I'm not the only one playing games. "I'd love to go out with you" I confessed. "Besides, I have the perfect outfit for a night of dancing." I teased. "So tell me all about it," she inquired. "I think I'll keep that a surprise, but it is a hot little number," I teased again. We talked for about an hour. It was decided that she would pick me up at 8 o'clock Saturday. I couldn't wait. A night out on the town dancing my feet off sounded perfect. I wonder what it would be like to spend the night on a girls arm. *** After we hung up, I decided to prepare supper. I was on a strict low fat, low calorie, no thrills diet. What punishment I put myself through just to have a cute figure. As I was nibbling on my cottage cheese and yogurt, the phone rang again. Thinking it was Valerie, I answered in my most sexy feminine voice. "Hi there," I said stretching out the 'i' in Hi. "Hi, is this Janice," questioned the masculine voice of Dr. Richard Blanton. "Oh, yes Dr. Blanton, Hi," I responded feeling totally embarrassed. "Just call me Rich," he said. "Sorry to call so late, but the line has been busy all evening." "That was just me talking to one of my girlfriends," I said with a giggle. "I noticed that you picked up your glasses this afternoon. I wish I would have been there when you stopped in," he said. "And why is that Rich," I questioned in a flirtatious way. "I was hoping to pickup where we left off last Saturday when you stopped in," he said. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked. "Please don't be shy," I added. That seemed to put him at ease. He was such a sweet man; I didn't want to scare him off. But I felt he needed a little nudge. He then said, "I was wondering if you'd like to go out to diner this weekend? I've heard of a great little Italian place downtown called Alta Cucina's." "I would love to go to dinner with you," I responded very quickly. I felt like a school girl getting asked out on her first date. I couldn't believe this handsome successful man was interested in me. "Super, how about Saturday night," he asked. "Well, I'm going out with one of my girlfriends Saturday." I could almost hear the disappointment over the phone. "But I'm free on Friday!" "Then Friday it is," he confirmed. We chatted for a little bit, and then I asked, "So do you want me to wear my glasses or go without them?" "Which ever you feel more comfortable with," he answered. "You are such an attractive woman; you'll look good in anything." I could feel myself melting. Did he really find me that attractive are was he just trying to play with me. "Aren't you the sweetest thing," I said, "Now, I'll have to wear something very special to meet your expectations," I said modestly. "Don't go to all that trouble for me," he answered. "But I want to go to all that trouble for you," I said. "A girl likes to get all dressed up occasionally." We talked a few more minutes, and then I realized how late it was. We said our goodnights and it was off to bed for me. I brushed my teeth, took off what little makeup I had on and applied some moisturizer. I put on my blue silk night gown and tucked myself into bed. I laid there thinking what I had just done. I had two dates on the same weekend. One with a lesbian, another with a gentleman, both of which thought I was a genetic woman. As I laid there thinking of Valerie and Rich, I began to get aroused. I started stroking my extended clitty. I dreamt of Valerie and Rich, each of them holding and caressing me. The thought of being with either of them was exciting and erotic. The image of either of them was taking me to where I wanted to go. I grabbed a towel that was lying beside the bed and came into it. This was going to be some weekend! *** "Ouch," I said as another eyebrow came out. I had to be careful, Rich would be here any minute and I didn't want my face to be all red from plucking. Everything had to be just right, down to the last lash. I wanted to make the perfect impression. He was picking me up at 8 o'clock for our late dinner date. I was so nervous; I doubted I could eat anything. I swiftly moved to the front door when I heard the knocking. "Slow down Janice," I said to myself, "You don't want to seem too anxious. I slowed down to a stroll and opened the door. There he was, tall (at least 6'2"), distinguished and handsome. He had a big smile on his face and a dozen roses in his hands. I nearly cried when I saw him there. He looked like someone out of a fairy tale. "Oh Rich you shouldn't have," I said with an ear-to-ear smile on my face. "Come in and make yourself comfortable while I find a vase for these. I went into the kitchen and took a vase from underneath the cabinet. After filling it with water, I took them back into the living room. "They are so lovely," I said to Rich as I sat next to him. "They are just like you Janice, beautiful and a little exotic," Rich said with a smile. I felt as if my checks were on fire from blushing so much. I was barley able to speak when I said, "Rich you are going to turn my head." He smiled and said, "That is a great dress, but didn't you have shorter hair?' "Don't be silly, it's a wig of course," I said with a giggle. "I just hate my natural hair." I wasn't lying. I had male-pattern-baldness. I was wearing my longer glamorous dark red hair. It matched perfectly with the maroon slinky Liz Claiborne cocktail dress. I had purchased the dress many months ago hoping to have the opportunity to wear it someday. I wore my sheerest flat knit stockings in a smoke shade and 5 inch heels with most of my foot exposed to show off those heel and toe reinforcements. I treasured getting attention because of my legs and feet. We chatted on the couch for a few minutes, and then left for the restaurant. Rich escorted me to the door of his new Lexus and opened it for me. He was such a gentleman. The drive was short, hardly enough time to start a good conversation. Once we were seated, I finally got Rich to open up. He had previously been married for nearly 20 years. But soon after his second child was born, he knew the marriage was doomed. His ex-wife had an affair with one of his co-workers. He stayed in this loveless marriage for the sake of the children. But now that they were grown and off to college, he felt that the time was right for a change. I couldn't imagine how any woman in her right mind would ever cheat on such a wonderful man. "Janice, is something wrong? You've hardly touched your meal," Rich asked. "Everything is perfect" I assured him. "But you know how we girls are with our diets." The real reason I didn't eat very much was the full corset I had on. I used an extra tight one to give me just the right look. Neither Rich nor I felt like having desert. As we made our way to the car, I pointed out the river walk that wasn't to far away. Rich asked if I would mind showing it to him. Even though the heels I wore were killing my feet, I gladly agreed. I was eager to get him in a more romantic spot. We strolled along the river holding hands. I pointed out all of the sites of the town. I felt so close to him, like I had known him all of my life. A cool breeze was blowing and I began to chill. He saw my predicament and took off his jacket to cover my shoulders. I suddenly felt very warm. I put my arm in his, and laid my head on his shoulder as we walked back to the car. As we got near the end of the walk, he put his finger just under my chin and raised my head. He then gave me a sweet long kiss that seemed to last forever. I put my hands on his broad shoulders and kissed him again. I was so horny, I could hardly stand it. We drove to my house and I invited him in. I didn't bother turning on the lights as we entered. Instead I took Rich's hand and lead him to the couch. We didn't say anything, but we each knew what was going to happen. We began kissing and exploring each other. I started having doubts. Should I continue to kiss him? Should I tell him now? Should I just try to fool him? What should I do? I enjoyed being with him so much. I just wanted to please him. I just wanted to be loved by him. "Rich, wait, we need to talk," I said as I backed away from him. "What's wrong? I thought you ..." he started to say. "No, No, No, You're wonderful," I said trying to reassure him, "It's me. There's something we need to talk about. You see, I'm not what I appear to be. Do you know what transgender means?" I questioned. "Like a cross-dresser?" He asked. "Well, not quite. You see I am genetically a man, but in ever other way a woman." I said waiting on his response. He sat there and stared at me saying nothing. So I continued. "Rich, you are such a wonderful man. I would do anything to please you. I just wanted to have a night out with you. Oh, I'm sure you just hate me." I continued as tears started running down my face. Rich didn't say anything. He just took me by the shoulders and slowly pulled me to him. He kissed me gently and held me tight. "I knew you were an exotic woman when we first met, and I still want to be with you." He whispered. I couldn't believe my ears! This wonderful man knew all along that I was a 'special' girl. But he still wanted to be with me. I had never felt this way about a man before, but now I knew for sure what I wanted to do. After a long embrace that lead to even a longer kiss, I stood up and took Rich's hand. I led him into the bedroom smiling the whole way. He began kissing me on the neck as he started unzipping my dress. I let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Rich awkwardly tried to take off my panties. I understood why he was so frustrated. I was not only wearing panties, but a gaff and garter belt that attached to my nylons. I stepped away from him. I slowly started undressing in the moonlight that was shining through the window. I left my nylons, heels garter belt and corset on to add to the excitement we would soon be having. I stepped towards him and unzipped his trousers and loosened his belt. He took off his shoes and pants as we made our way to the bed. He started to work on his shirt, but I couldn't wait any longer. I grabbed his tie and brought him to me. We kissed as he explored my body. His hands felt magnificent as they surveyed this new prize. I wanted him like I had never wanted anyone before. I was his to do anything he pleased. Soon, we would both get what we wanted. He asked, "Do you have a condom?" In the night stand by the bed, were the items that would facilitate our love. I slowly put a condom on his now erect cock. I took his balls in my right hand lightly caressed them as I kissed him and ran my fingers through his hair with my left. He was ready, and said, "Get on the bed now!" in a very demanding tone. I gladly obliged. I applied a large amount of KY-jelly to my ass and got on all fours for him. It was very embarrassing at first. I had never made love to a man before, and Rich had never taken anyone this way. It was difficult for him to penetrate me, because of his height. The angle was just not working. So I put a pillow underneath my pelvis and laid flat down on the bed. He tried to enter me again. I used my right hand to guide him to my rosebud. This time, he was successful. I could feel the pressure of his hard head entering my backdoor pussy. I didn't wince or back away like I feared that I would. Instead, the sensation of his hot cock in me was thrilling. He was soon deep inside of me, exciting me in ways I didn't know were possible. "Wait just a minute Hon," I whispered, "Let me adjust to you." He respond kindly and softly kissed me on the nape of my neck. It was so exciting, so erotic to have this wonderful viral man making love to me. I started to move my hips and he reacted in the same way. He then became more aggressive picked up the pace. He grabbed my hips and sat up on his knees. He drove himself further and further into me at frantic pace. I screamed with delight and shouted, "Fuck me, fuck me hard." He didn't disappoint and continued to pleasure me with his manhood. "I'm going to cum!" I shouted with excitement. I couldn't believe that this kind soft spoken gentleman would turn into such a savage beast in bed. He was making me reach my climax when I didn't think it was possible. At the same time I reached my pinnacle, I could feel the pulse of his juice flowing through his probe and filling the condoms reserve. I moaned appreciatively and savored the moment. Not only had I pleasured this dream of a man, my needs had also been met. He threw the used condom in the trash and fell into my wanting arms. We cuddled and kissed for several minutes until we both drifted off to sleep. We were so exhausted from and love making that it just seemed the natural thing to do. We awoke at 6 a.m. when the sunshine beamed through the still opened window. I was too embarrassed by my appearance to protest his leaving. But I wanted to stay in his arms forever. He promised to call and I truly believed he would. I shut the drapes and crawled back under the covers. *** It was nearly noon when I woke up. I had to start the more mundane chores that Saturday mornings bring. Then get ready, Valerie would be by at 8 to pick me up. Maybe I should call and cancel? Maybe I should call Rich? Maybe I shouldn't go out? No, I had committed to go out with Valerie and it would be terribly unfair to cancel now. I would have to get up out of my nice warm bed. I took off what was left of my clothes, placed my wig on the Styrofoam head and made my way to the bathroom. As I got out of bed and began to walk, I realized how sore I was. My feet ached from the 5-inch heels. My leg and arm muscles were stiff from the strain I put on them last night. My delicate rosebud throbbed from the pounding it had taken the night before. I wasn't compiling about any of my ills, I enjoyed everyone. I ran a nice warm bath, and got my portable CD player. I put my favorite Grae Phillips CD, Talk Low, in and soaked my pains away. I eventually pulled myself out of the tub, and started to work on my body. My body was mostly still smooth from last night, but I shaved my legs and arm pits again just to make sure. My body was naturally smooth, but I had considered laser treatments to take away the rough edges. I put on a bathrobe and made my way to the kitchen. I hadn't eaten since last night, but I didn't want to take the time to cook. I ate a salad as I sat in front of the TV and watched the afternoon movie on Lifetime. I awoke from the couch with a start. It was already 5:30 and I hadn't done anything to prepare for my date tonight. I first had to go to the bathroom. It was the first time that I hadn't gone since last nights activities. It burned at first but eventually felt Ok. Hopefully I would eventually get used to this sensation. Would I though? Would I continue to make love to men? What about women? Would I stilled enjoyed the ecstasy of being with a woman? This was all so confusing. I felt my face and decided that a shave was in order. I used a blade razor and shaved extra close. I decided to go ahead and pluck my eyebrows and curl my lashes. Afterwards I moved into the bedroom to put on my outfit. I started by taping my chest and getting my pushup bra to hold my silicone forms. I got my tightest waist cincher and struggled to get it snapped. I found my gaff from last and carefully tucked my genitals into my body cavity. Tucking is very uncomfortable, but tonight it was necessary. I slipped on my garter belt and selected some nylons. Black fully fashioned hosiery with the classic keyhole loop at the top would be sure to turn some heads tonight, I thought! Then I took out the item that was sure to drive Valerie wild, a short leather mini-skirt. I had never had the opportunity to wear it, but tonight it would be perfect. I adored the way it made my butt seem so nice and round. I pulled it on and zipped it up from the side. It was so tight I could barely get the zipper to the top, but I loved it. A little blue short sleeved top finish my ensemble. I selected a pair of low closed toed heels to wear. After all, we were going dancing. I decided to wear my wavy shoulder length wig tonight instead of trying to clean the longer wig. I went heavy on the foundation and eyeliner, since I might be working up a sweat on the dance floor. A touch of light blue eye shadow and cherry red lipstick finish my look. I had just finished applying the matching nail polish when Valerie drove up. She owned a dark blue with silver trim 2002 Ford Mustang. It was an exceptional car. It had the Boss 5.0 litter engine and 5-speed overdrive transmission. It was definitely built for speed. Before she could knock on the door, I motioned to her come in. "Just a few minutes until my nails dry," I said as she walked as she walked through the door. "You look fantastic!" she said leaving her mouth slightly open. She then reached out, took my shoulders, and gave me a tap on the check. I blushed with excitement. As she stepped back I got my first good look at what she was wearing, a pair of tight red shorts and a short red tank top that showed her mid-rift. But that wasn't nearly as interesting as the way she did her makeup and hair. She had only a touch of lipstick, no foundation, rouge, or anything else that I could see. She had treated her hair with styling mousse and had combed it back away from her face. She wore a pair of small octagon sunglasses, and no earrings. Certainly a big change from the girl I had gone shopping with in the mall. But it worked for her, in almost a masculine way. "I knew you had great legs," she said breaking me from my musing over her appearance, "but I never imagined under those gowns that they were so sexy." I loved hearing her talk to me in that manner. "Thank you," I replied, "You're so sweet." It was obvious that I enjoyed the attention. I grabbed the small purse that had a long strap and my keys and suggested that we go. She opened the door to the Mustang for me and backed out of the driveway. As we started down the road, she reached across the console and placed her hand on my inner thigh. I tingled with excitement as the car flew down the road. Second Chances was at least a one hour drive away, but at this rate we would be there in no time at all. She turned on the CD player and put a Madonna album into it. Not my favorite, but I was too electrified to complain. We talked about lots of things on the drive. I found out that after high school, Valerie was engaged. Not because she particularly loved the guy, but it's what she thought she was supposed to do. She broke if off at the last minute and drifted around the country for awhile until she found her current job selling pharmaceuticals. She always felt attracted to women and finally met a like minded person about 10 years ago. Since then she never looked back. I admitted to this being my first lesbian date. She patted me on the leg and assured me that I was in good hands. Second Chances was located in an old industrial park where most of the businesses were closed. We pulled into an overcrowded parking lot a little before nine. I was nervous as we walked to the door, but Valerie took my hand, gave me a smile and led the way. For some reason I felt safe when I was with her. Valerie paid our cover charge as I checked my purse. She immediately led me to the dance floor where we quickly fell into step with the music. She was a great dancer, which made me a better dancer. We stayed on the floor for nearly an hour before we took our first break. "Look Janice, I'm not drinking tonight since I'm driving, but you can have one if you wish," she said as we sat down. I was amazed how considerate that little act was. "I'll have a Coke," I said with a grin. She smiled back ordered our drinks. When the waitress returned, Valerie paid for the drinks and gave her a big tip. It was like she wanted to make sure the waitress didn't get shorted since we weren't drinking alcohol. A few girls came to our table to ask us to dance. But we only had eyes for each other, and all offers were refused. After our little break, I retrieved my purse and went to the ladies room. It was the only time I had went to the same bathroom as my date. I sat down in the stall and quickly peed. What if someone saw me? What if Valerie found out? I stood, tucked, and replaced the gaff and panties. I hope that everything would be all right. I was checking my face in the mirror when Valerie approached me from behind. "You look beautiful babe," she said as she placed her arms around my mid section. "All the other girls are so jealous of me tonight." I turned around not breaking her hold. She kissed me on the lips. Her lips pressed hard against mine, not giving me a chance to say "No." I wouldn't have anyway. She then took me by the hand and said "Let's go burn up the dance floor." I followed obediently. She was so exciting and forceful. I enjoyed her treating as a submissive partner. We did burn the dance floor up. She and I stayed on the floor the rest of the night. The bar finally shut down at 2 a.m. When we left, there were very few cars in the lot. Valerie sped out of the town and headed toward home. I couldn't believe the night I was having. She was dangerous, wild and a blast to be with. I didn't even notice when she strayed away from the route home. Soon we were on a country road that overlooked the local lake. She pulled the car off the road onto a small picnic area. "What are we doing here?" I said knowing perfectly well why we were there. "The nights to young to go home now," she said, "Come on, let's go for a walk" As she got out of the car, something occurred to me. She still thinks I'm a woman! What will she do when she finds out the truth? Will she abandon me here? Will she become enraged? I got out of the car and said, "Valerie, we have to talk." "Sure', she answered as she sat on the hood of the car. It was well waxed and very shiny. I was surprised she would set on it. I joined her, keeping one foot on the ground to prevent me from sliding off. "Valerie, I'm not what I appear to be," I started. "You mean the transgender thing?" she asked. "You know?" I asked in astonishment. "I wasn't real sure until just now," she said. "Look Janice, you are the most feminine woman I've ever know and I think you are very attractive and very sexy!" I was stunned and didn't know what to do. I soon found out when she took me by the back of the neck and kissed me again. This time she probed my mouth with her tongue and pulled me close. She laid me down on the hood of her car and held each other tightly. We eventually slid off of the car, but we sat back down on it. Again, we started to slid when Valerie said, "Maybe you should hold on." She then laid me down and put my hands where the windshield meets the hood. A small crack there let me grab onto the hood with both hands. Valerie straddled me; I was at her complete mercy. She asked, "Do you have any condoms in you purse?" Fortunately I did. She took a condom out and swiftly moved back on top of me. She unzipped my mini-skirt and pulled it down to my knees. She then pulled my panties and gaff down. It was such a relief to let my erect cock out. She removed her shorts and put the condom on me. She leaned close to my face and began to kiss me. As she did, she started talking dirty to me. "Janice you're such a hot little bitch. I want to fuck you like you need to be." She whispered. I was getting so turned on. The only thing I could think to say was, "Yes Oh yes!" She placed my now engorged hard cock into her steaming hot vagina. She didn't need lubricant, she was already wet. She continued talking. "Babe, you're so hard I want you in me now. I want to rock your world," she screamed as we bounced on the car. I held tightly to the hood, hoping I had enough strength to keep us from falling. "You feel so good in my hot wet cunt. I want you to make me orgasm, I want it now." She continued. I could feel her shiver as she exploded around me. She stopped for a minute, nibbled, and kissed me. Then she was back at it, pounding me again. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. I lurched forward with my hips and came deep inside her. She achieved orgasm again. I swiftly fell asleep on the drive home. When I awoke, my head was laying on her hand on the console as we turned into the driveway. I asked her to come in, but she refused saying she needed to get home. After she reassured me that she wouldn't fall asleep at the wheel, I let her go. I went into the house and collapsed into the bed. *** I woke up the next morning about 10 a.m. I took off my clothes and makeup, and put on a robe. I staggered to the kitchen to get some coffee. Maybe it would help get me out of this fog. After it was brewed, I sat on the couch with the coffee and a bagel. I pondered what had happened to me in the last two days. I had found two wonderful lovers, but more importantly, I had found myself. Both of my dates had known that I was transgender, and didn't care. While I was out mingling with them, nobody seemed to notice. If anyone did notice, they had the good grace not to say anything. I didn't need to fear going out en femme. But more importantly I now knew who I am. I am a sensual feminine being who can love and be loved. Not a plaything or an oddity, but a passionate person with lots to offer. I couldn't wait to play more games.