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We went to the bohemian neighborhood, near City College. It was a place
where the art and poetry crowd hung out. A cross section of all types of
other peoples also congregated there. In terms of a place to make a
public debut fully and wonderfully crossdressed, this was the safest
neighborhood in terms of overall acceptance.
We pulled into a city parking structure, up three ramps and found a
spot. "Ladies, we are here," proclaimed Rhonda, "let the adventures
begin."
We all piled out of the car and I looked over the rail to see a great
panoramic view of the whole neighborhood. At that moment, I felt what
Rhonda was talking about. However, she started to marshal us all towards
the staircase, in order to make our reservation on time. Since all of us
were wearing heels, the sound of us walking on the cement of the
structure had a strongly erotic sound to it. As we walked, I could also
hear the sounds of someone's cassette player blasting out "West End
Girls" by The Pet Shop Boys in the distance.
As we walked past a Black Nissan Maxima, Edith looked at me and asked
me, "Do you know anything about cars?"
"A little," I replied. "I really want one of these. But they cost
$13,000 ... is that too much to pay for a new car?"
"Well, a lot of people like the imports," I said, "But what you want to
do is get the most car for the least money." She smiled at me - a kind
of smile that looked appreciative of an honest answer.
We spiraled down the staircase single file and then landed on the ground
floor, exited the stairwell and headed up the street. It was modestly
busy, but no big deal for a Thursday night. I really didn't say much. I
stayed off to the side and next to Rhonda. Monica and Edith kept
talking, but they were only a couple of decibels louder then a whisper.
We walked at a medium pace for about a block and a half. I tried not to
make eye contact with anyone. While it could be seen as stuck up, I just
knew this was in my best interest as self-defense. I looked up and saw
the sign a few doors down, La Casa de Muchas Hermanas. I kind of
remembered my High School Spanish, and translated it to be The House of
Many Sisters. It was a small but tasteful Mexican store front
restaurant, and not at all like Chi Chi's where I usually ate Mexican.
"We're here," pronounced Edith.
We all turned, trotted up five steps and entered the vestibule and
waiting area. I noticed off to the side a very strong almost surreal
work of art, which I would later discover was painted by Mexican Artist
and Feminist Frida Kahlo. The hostess greeted us with a cheery, "Table
for four? - This way!" We wound up at a horseshoe style booth. I was
between Monica and Rhonda, with Edith on the right end and Monica on the
left.
Our waitress was named Sydney. She had super short brunette hair and a
couple of piercing in each lobe. She was wearing a peasant style blouse
and black dress pants. When she asked what we were having to drink,
Rhonda proclaimed, "A round of Gold Authentic Margaritas for the table."
This made ordering a drink actually easier, since I really didn't have a
clue what to order.
I did say, "... and a glass of water too."
I looked around the restaurant. I would have to say that the restaurant
was about 90% or more women. There were women chatting, women eating,
women arguing, women drinking and even I even noticed some women were
kissing. It then dawned on me; this wasn't just an ordinary Mexican
restaurant. This was a lesbian Mexican restaurant. And, here I was smack
dab in the middle of it all, dressed like a beautiful woman. The room
also had an energy to it I had never quite felt before. It was an
electric sexual energy that I could feel. I felt a certain prowess that
I never knew before.
Just then, Sydney arrived with our drinks. As she served them, Monica
spoke up. "Ladies, I believe a toast is in order ... here's to beloved
sister Jeannie, for I can say with certainty ... she's the newest girl
in town. We are going to take her out tonight and make her a real
woman!" We all lifted the full glasses, clinked them and sipped the
first sip through the straws.
"Wow!" I thought, "This is one strong Margarita." I felt a chill.
I looked around at my dinner companions, and my mind quickly segued into
a game of "Guess The Lesbian." Edith was dripping of lesbianism. I'm
sure she was one. Rhonda ... I wasn't sure. I mean, she had been engaged
... in fact; I was still wearing her ring. I wasn't sure. Maybe she had
ended the engagement because she was a lesbian. I just didn't know.
Then, there was Monica ... I hoped that she wasn't a lesbian, because
even before this morning I had had a sexual fantasy or seventeen about
her. I really wanted her. And, it seems like she was very comfortable
around me. She was very comfortable with her sexuality, and how she
chose to express it. But when it came to lesbian/not lesbian, I didn't
know.
It was time to order the meal. Edith ordered a two-item combination
plate, with a chicken meat taco and a shredded beef and bean burrito.
Rhonda wanted the chicken fajitas; Monica ordered the chicken and cheese
quesadilla. Had I been drab, I probably would have ordered the three-
item combination platter. But the idea of that much food while out in
this outfit made me feel like a fat pig. I decided to order the beef
chimichanga with Spanish rice and refried beans.
I was also low key about eating the basket of tortilla chips and salsa
in the middle of the table. Usually, a table of four I was at would have
inhaled it by now and been looking for another. But we chatted and just
nibbled our appetizer.
Edith looked over at me with all the glare of a prosecuting attorney.
With all the bold bluntness of the four of us having consumed most of
the first Margarita, she leered at me and asked me a question, "Jeannie,
sometimes you just seem too comfortable today with everything we've
asked you to do."
"What do you mean?"
"You haven't flinched once when we've asked you to wear something, do
something or even when we've flirted with you." I smiled and said, "This
is the most fun I've ever had with woman's clothes on." Edith missed the
obvious question; asking me about any other times I'd worn woman's
clothes. She just continued to rant about how natural I was and this
couldn't be my first time. I just sipped the Margarita and just let her
go on and on. I also liked looking at the ring my lipstick had made on
the straw.
Monica looked at me and agreed, "Jeannie, you seem to like being a girl
an awful lot."
"I can't pretend it hasn't been fun some times," I replied, "if I had
girlfriends like you three, all this would almost all be worth it all
the time."
"But again ... nothing you've had to do, wear or behave has even fazed
you or even upset you?" counter Monica.
"What do you want me to do - not try? Am I supposed to walk in high
heels and then fall over ever three feet?" I countered. "How about I
wear my lipstick like a clown?" I smiled at Monica and then Rhonda, "You
two really put the effort in to me, and so I put the effort in to make
sure it worked. ... for all of us." I smiled and felt that I had dodged
the bullet.
Edith looked at me and said, "I still say this isn't your first time
dressed up as a girl. Because if it is, you're just too natural about
it. Most guys I know would be freaking out over it."
"I'm just not the dress and tell type," I replied, "and anyways, this
has been quite an exciting day for me."
Monica then got this devilish smile, "So how come you've been so (pause)
excited all day?" I felt myself blushing, but I better have a good
comeback for this, "Because Monica, you've done everything all day to
make sure I (pause) stayed excited all day. In fact, the idea of talking
about being excited is getting me even more (pause) excited ...."
I flashed her back my most coy little grin. "Is this Jeannie talking or
who ever else is in there?" she quickly countered.
"Well, since I'm in a restaurant for women and full of women and I've
been in an office all day working with women, I hope it's ok that can
just relax and be one of girls here."
"And what happens when we get away from here?" asked Monica. "Easy you
two, or else I'm going to have to go get the fire extinguisher,"
interrupted Rhonda, "Monica, don't get us asked to leave again."
"I won't," said Monica, "the top doesn't come off this dress like I
could take it off that night."
"Wished I'd seen that," I blurted out.
Monica looked me dead in the eyes and said, "You might just get your
wish if you stay a good girl Jeannie." Our eyes locked. I knew that this
was the beginning of a rocket ship ride in to space.
I looked away and Sydney was approaching the table with our food. I
wasn't really hungry for food any more. But I wasn't in control here. I
decided that I needed to eat something, so I wouldn't get too loopy from
the tequila. After Sydney set down the final plate and asked "Can I
bring you anything else?" Edith perked up and proclaimed. "Another round
for the table, unless you girls want to do shots instead?" I gulped loud
enough to be heard three tables over.
"Let's stay with the drinks, we don't want our little sister her taking
off her top at the table," kidded Rhonda.
"There's little chance of that," I replied.
"Just looking out for you hun," said Monica as she patted me on the
thigh. She then rubbed the stockings and I wanted to melt.
We commenced to eat, and the tone of the conversation changed. I noticed
that I was eating faster and in larger bites then my companions. I set
down my fork and just decided to listen intently. "You know who really
wanted to join us tonight Jeannie?" Rhonda asked.
"I know it wasn't Gretchen," I countered.
"Actually, you may be surprised to know it was Karen."
I was. "Karen?"
"Yes, she has been quite concerned about you all day."
"Really?"
"Seems she had a nephew who is now her niece, and she was concerned
about how you would be treated." The idea of her having a transsexual in
her family was shocking, "I never knew."
"Neither did we. She just wanted for it to be okay for you, what ever
happened to you tonight." I looked at my three companions, "I'm having
the best time a girl could ever have." And we all kind had a group sort
of hug. Monica did the face hug thing that girls do.
While no one would be a member of the clean plate club, each of the four
of us enjoyed the majority of our entrees. I was about two-thirds of the
way through Margarita number two. My courage as up as far as it could
be, so I asked a question, "How did you come to choose this restaurant?"
"It was a place with very few guys, and I thought you'd like to see how
the other half really lives," said Rhonda.
"I see that," I replied, "in fact, I noticed that this place is has a
number of lesbians in it."
"It also has it's share of straight and bi women too," said Monica,
"just as you don't want people to make assumptions about you, don't you
start making assumptions about us either."
"I didn't say anyone was anything, like I care," I said.
"She may look like a pretty girl, but it sounds like she's coping out
like a typical guy," Edith responded.
"I'm sorry. I meant nothing by it. I mean, I don't know if any of you
are lesbians or bi or not."
"OK, I will set the record straight," said Rhonda, "Edith, you are ..."
"A woman," said Edith, "a woman who enjoys men (pause) and women."
"And Monica, you are ..."
"A woman who doesn't want to get hung up in the labels that people use.
I'm attracted to individuals, and don't really care how you brand them.
For example, while I though you were cute as a boy Jeannie, I think you
are so damn hot now." She smiled that smile again.
"And for me, I'm old fashioned.," said Rhonda, "I've been with both.
Right now, though, I really don't care to be with anyone."
"How about you hun?"
"Well, I've only been with women," I said.
"Guess that makes you a lesbian!" said Monica. She playfully put her
finger on my belly, "Can I stick my finger in the dyke?" I blushed. She
giggled.
Sydney approached the table, "Any thing else tonight, maybe a fried ice
cream or a flan?"
"Nope, we are all set," Rhonda said. She put the leatherette check
wallet on the table. "Well sister," said Rhonda looking straight at me,
"you've been living on other peoples dime all during this adventure. We
feel that it would be appropriate if you would consider treating us to
dinner. Not because of what's underneath all that. But because, face it,
you have been a spoiled little girl all day." She slid the check wallet
over: Eight Margarita's and Four Entrees - $69. 53 with tax.
I pulled out my Bank Americard, only because it had more room on it then
my Master Charge. I had been trying to pay both down, to buy some skis.
But I knew that this was important, and I had to buy dinner or be just
another guy. Sydney took it, ran the card and I was relieved when it
went through and she didn't ask for any ID, since I didn't look like the
name on the card. We signed and headed out in to the September night,
ready for further adventures.
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