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Right from the Start - Chapter Fourteen - By: Beverly Taff Simon:: The main character; Dorie Lou: Girl next Door, now married Simone; Mrs Jane Benson: Dorie Lou's mother; Mary and Sandra: Simone & Dorie Lou's friends; Mary: A 'bi' while her spouse Sandra is lesbian; Toni and Paula: Their Italian lesbian friends; Mrs Webster: Their old form Teacher; Doctor Wendy: Simone's Endocrinologist; Doctor Julie: Simone's Psychiatrist; Sophia & Alicia: Mary and Sandra's mothers; Jeanette & Sandie: Sales assistants in the boutique; Virginia: A Model who will come to befriend them. Just as Dorie Lou was starting to close up the shop, a tall slender girl appeared hesitantly on the pavement and peeped nervously through the window. She was studying the window display and alternately glancing around. The girl immediately caught Dorie Lou's eye and she called to Simone. Simone's eyes widened appreciatively and Dorie Lou jabbed her in the ribs. "Hey! Pop those eyes back in and stop staring. You're mine." "Why doesn't she come in?" wondered Simone. "She looks nervous," added Jeanette, "See how she keeps looking around." "That's a nice outfit she's wearing. It looks really classy." added Sandie "Yeah, and expensive," finished Dorie Lou. The four girls pretended to busy themselves with closing up the shop but the girl outside intrigued them. She was so tall and slender that she would have caught any man's eye. Eventually Simone took the bull by the horns and stepped into the window to tidy up some beautiful lingerie that had bee disturbed by a previous shopper. As she carefully smoothed the bra and re-arranged the panties on the manikin she smiled at the girl outside the window. The girl smiled back nervously then looked once more over her shoulder. Simone realised, 'The girl was obviously nervous about something.' She decided to again take the bull by the horns for the girl was beautifully dressed and obviously attracted to the clothes in their window. Simone stepped out onto the pavement and smiled reassuringly. "We're closing up soon. If you'd like to come in I, -" The girl appeared startled and gasped as she replied. "Oh! Yes! Sorry. That window display looks lovely. Could I come in?" "Of course my dear," replied Simone, "We're a shop, that's what we're here for. Come in." Simone held open the door and the girl took one last fearful glance around the street then stepped gracefully through the door. Dorie Lou immediately stepped forward and smiled invitingly as the girl hesitated once more. "What are you interested in?" asked Dorie Lou, as she smiled again to try and put the girl at ease. "Oh, I, - my mother and sister, - they were in here earlier today, - they heard that you might be looking for a, - a, - model." "Oh you mean the bride with her mother." "Yes, that's right, she said you didn't have anybody to model your lingerie." "Oh, that's right, so you're the lady that she recommended." "Well, no, not exactly," the girl hesitated again and stuttered again nervously. "My name's Vir, Vir, - Virginia. My sister's name is Elizabeth. She's getting married in a month. She really likes the lingerie sets you sold her." "Well, we're here to please Virginia. Now, did your mother tell you the situation?" "She didn't. I overheard her say that things were a bit tight because you've only just opened up." "That's right, my dear. We've only been open a couple of months and we're still building up a clientele base. I'm afraid we can only pay you on a commission base until or unless things become profitable. Money is really tight at the moment." "Oh. Well, I'm prepared to help out. I've never done any modelling but people say I'm a natural. My mother doesn't know I've applied for a job though." "Well you're certainly tall and graceful. Would you like to give us a demonstration?" "Would you mind? I'm not too late am I?" "Oh no, we were closing up anyway. You can give us a display once we've locked the doors." Dorie Lou turned to Simone and Sandie, "Can you pick out some lingerie and help Virginia change? Jeanette and I will finish closing up." Simone showed Virginia to the changing room area while Sandie selected some of the new Italian range of lingerie. As she rejoined Simone, she handed Virginia the first set. Virginia stepped into the cubicle and closed the door. Sandie stared stupidly at the door and whispered to Simone. "Well that's a first. She's shy." "What d'you mean?" asked Simone. "Well, I once worked as a humble cleaner in a fashion house when I was at high school. I never got to college, things didn't work out and there was no money. As you know I've only been here a few weeks and this is my first job, but in the fashion house where I worked, the models were never that coy or shy. It was all girls together and they walked about naked when changing. They had to, things moved so quickly." "Well she said it was her first time and she did seem nervous," observed Simone. "Yeah, that's another first. Most girls can't wait to get out on the catwalk. I tried but I was told bluntly I'm too small, too short even though I'm slender. They want beanpoles like Virginia. I watched the girls though. Even first timers were all full of themselves, the moment they had the chance it was quick change and down the catwalk. This girl's an oddball to be so shy." "Well, I don't know much about fashion and catwalks, that's Dorie Lou's department. Go and get her." Sandie returned with Dorie Lou after having explained the situation. Dorie Lou seemed unconcerned. "Perhaps she's just shy. After all, she did say it was her first time. We'll judge her when she gives us a show." Sandie and Simone shrugged just as the lock 'unclicked' and Virginia appeared in the lingerie. She had a stunning slender figure and looked every inch a model. Dorie Lou nodded appreciatively then motioned her head down the corridor. "Give us a walk then." Virginia swallowed nervously then sashayed gracefully down the carpet, turned and swayed provocatively back. "How was it?" she asked hopefully. "Hmm, not bad," replied Sandie, who despite being just out of high- school actually had the most experience of fashion modelling. "You should sway your hips a bit more. Do it again." Virginia looked a little crestfallen that she had not impressed the first time and she turned to repeat the walk. This time she put everything into the sway of her hips. When she returned Sandie nodded. "That's a bit better. Would you like to model another set? Here try these." She handed Virginia a very creamy set and made to join her in the cubicle. Virginia hesitated then stalled. "Can I change in private please?" Sandie glanced at Dorie Lou as she replied. "It's unusual for models to dress alone. New fashions invariably need fixing up by the dressers." "This is just lingerie. What's there to fix?" asked Virginia. Sandie shrugged her shoulders and acceded to Virginia's request. "OK then, be our guest." As Virginia closed the door, Sandie looked at Dorie Lou and whispered. "Did you walk around naked behind the stage at your 'Little Miss' pageants?" Dorie Lou nodded, for she had often capered about in nothing but her panties, as had all the other girls when quick changes had been the order of the day. Right from the age of three to sixteen Dorie Lou had been utterly at ease with nudity. She took the others out of earshot and whispered to Sandie and Simone. "This girls an odd one, but it is her first time. You must admit she gave an excellent walk." "Yeah, that's true," confessed Sandie, "I only made her repeat it so as to make her think we were fussy. She should do perfectly for demonstrations in the shop." "Well that's all we want, isn't it?" replied Dorie Lou, "Besides, she's cheap. No sale, no fee." "Well, we'll go for it then. Let's see what she looks like in the cream." They waited for several minutes until Sandie became curious again. "What's keeping her?" "I don't know. Knock and ask." Sandie tapped the door and asked what the delay was. The girl answered nervously. "These panties are almost transparent. You can see my pubic hair and everything." "Well, yes," confirmed Sandie, "They are the flimsiest and palest style in the range. What did you expect?" "Have you got something a bit more opaque?" "For heaven's sake girl, you're modelling them not buying them!" There was a pregnant silence then finally the door clicked and the girl peeped out nervously. Simone's eyes drank in the luscious shape and Dorie Lou flashed an angry glance at her wife. However, Virginia did not notice the interplay and hesitated before finally emerging. Sandie immediately noticed the tight thong arrangement the girl had on under the panties. "You're supposed to remove your own underwear Virginia," she remarked. "Oh that, I am wearing it in case I mark the panties, hygiene you know." "Well there's no need. Normally, the models get to keep any underwear." "Oh, I didn't know that," replied Virginia. "Well, remember next time. Just give us another walk," added Dorie Lou. As Virginia gave a stunning demonstration, Dorie Lou whispered to Sandie. "We can't give her every pair of panties she model's, we'll be out of business in a week! She's got the right idea about hygiene." "Well, that's true," conceded Sandie, "I was thinking more of the big fashion houses." "This is not a big fashion house," countered Dorie Lou. "Point taken," replied a somewhat subdued Sandie. "Anyway," added Dorie Lou, "Maybe Virginia's got a point. She's not walking the catwalk and any potential customers might prefer to think that the panties haven't been worn before." "Well they would buy the ones off the shelves or in the packaging," observed Sandie, "Still, it's a thought. Maybe it would be a good idea if she wore the thong. It's quite noticeable though." "Perhaps we could suggest she wears a less obvious one," finished Dorie Lou as Virginia returned to stand in front of them. "How was that?" "Very good, yes you're a natural, but the thong, perhaps you aught to wear one that's a little less obvious, something that disappears up the cleft of your bum." Virginia's face clouded up a bit but she conceded the point. "I'll see what I can do." "Well apart from that, I'm happy," declared Dorie Lou. "What do the rest of you think?" she asked her staff. Simone, Sandie and Jeanette nodded and Virginia let out a sigh of gratitude. "Oh that's just so kind of you. I promise you I won't let you down. This is my first decent break." "Right, so how do we get hold of you at short notice. We can only ask for you as and when a customer wants to see an item modelled. I can't keep you on the payroll full time; not yet anyway." "Oh, I never thought of that," replied Virginia as her lips sagged with disappointment. "I can be here in thirty minutes if you phone me." Dorie Lou thought about it then Sandie came up with a suggestion. "We could ask the customer if they want to try our modelling service and warn them that there's a small extra fee." "That sound's like a novel solution," nodded Dorie Lou. "How does that suite you Virginia?" "I'll try anything. I just want a job, just a start." "Well that's settled then. We'll start next Monday. We need to get a sign made declaring the modelling service." "That would best be by prior appointment," suggested Jeanette, "That would give Virginia a chance to get here before the potential customer. The customer could phone up and let us know, that way the customer could get a private show as it where." "Well, yes, that's a good idea Jeanette," agreed Dorie Lou, "though if a customer does turn up ad hoc, we should still try to organise something. What if they are from out of town?" "Well I'll do my best to get here quickly," added Virginia. "Good girl. We can work something out." "Oh thank you Miss Dorie, thank you, thank you ever so much." With these arrangements completed, the girl Virginia left with thankful tears in her eyes. Dorie Lou smiled then turned to her partner Simone and the staff, Jeanette and Sandie. "She seemed quite desperate. Still, she seems to be a good model. I don't think she'll be with us long. If she model's like that, she'll soon get noticed and taken by one of the agencies." "Well, we can use her until or unless we sign her on formally," said Simone "Yeah, it's a casual ad-hoc basis so there won't be all the admin of employing another member of staff." With these words, they finished closing up the shop then the four girls stopped by in a small bar in the next block. They chatted and bounced more ideas off each other to make the boutique more attractive and therefore more viable, until finally they had exhausted their heads of suggestions. Dorie Lou dozed off as Simone drove home. It had been a fruitful but exhausting day. The following Monday the sign-writer turned up and took some figures away. In the afternoon, Virginia appeared and helped around the shop for nothing until three o'clock. Then she made her excuses and left. Dorie Lou was outside wondering whether to hang the sign or have it spread across the shop front. As she stood thinking she watched Virginia swaying seductively away then around the corner at the end of the block. 'Yes,' thought Dorie Lou, 'Virginia certainly knew how to sway her hips.' Later that evening as they once again drank coffees in their favourite caf?, they saw Virginia stride past the window. "She must live locally," declared Dorie Lou. "I thought she lived with her mother and sister," observed Sandie. "Yes, I thought she said that as well," added Jeanette. The girls thought no more about it until Dorie Lou and Simone almost ran Virginia down the next morning just as they swept onto the ramp to the underground car park. "Ooops, sorry!" called Simone as Virginia glared for a moment before she recognised the driver, whereupon her glare turned to an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it was my fault, I should have been looking," replied Virginia. Simone smiled to hide her embarrassment then raised her hand apologetically, for in truth it had been her fault. She should have checked the sidewalk for pedestrians before crossing it to swing into the underground car park. Virginia smiled once more then strode swiftly away with her long legs eating up the sidewalk. Simone watched her disappearing until Dorie Lou jabbed her in the ribs. "Hey! Put your eyes back in their sockets! She's forbidden territory, OK!" "Yeah, maybe, but she's got lovely legs you must agree." "Just park the car Romeo!" Simone sighed and took extra care manoeuvring down the narrow ramp. Later that morning, as Sandie went to the bank, she returned to say she had Seen Virginia again coming out of an empty shop on the other side of their block. In fact it looked as though, it backed onto their boutique. "It used to be that goodwill store. You know, the one that the city allowed them to use rate free because they were a charity." "I thought it had closed," observed Jeanette. "It did. That site's been empty for a couple of months." At this juncture some customers entered and asked to see the Italian range. Dorie Lou and Jeanette exchanged discreet smiles. 'It seemed the brand was getting known in the town.' "Is it true you have a modelling service?" asked one girl. "Yes, but it's not fully up and running yet," replied Dorie Lou who wondered how the girls had found out. The sign had not even been painted yet. Dorie Lou explained the set-up. "There's a modest fee as well. The model takes a while to get here. She's not full time yet," admitted Dorie Lou, who thought honesty was the only policy. "If you give us a while, I'll call her on her mobile." "We can wait," replied the other girl as Dorie Lou tapped in the numbers to her phone. "D'you want some coffee, while you're waiting?" The girls nodded and Jeanette disappeared into the kitchenette while Simone prepared the modelling samples that Virginia would be showing. To everybody's surprise Virginia appeared in less than a couple of minutes and Dorie Lou looked askance. "You can't have been far." "Just around the block," replied Virginia briefly. Without further ado, Virginia slipped into the changing room and reappeared modelling the chosen items. The girls gasped appreciatively and a sale was completed in no time. Obviously, money wasn't a problem. As they left, Dorie Lou smiled and motioned Virginia over. She took the agreed sum from the till and handed it to her. "Your fee I believe. That was brilliant. How come you were so quick getting here?" "I was around the block, looking for some more work." "What! Modelling?" "Oh no, sales, probably." "What! Competition for us or something, what sort of sales?" "Oh specialist stuff, nothing like this shop and certainly no competition." "Oh, good, glad to hear it!" "Thanks," replied Virginia, "I've got to go. I've got an appointment at three." "OK, then," good luck." After Virginia left the four girls chatted. "D'you think it might be something to do with that shop around the block?" wondered Sandie. "Check it out tonight on your way home," replied Dorie Lou as she refilled the racks with new lingerie." Before they could chat any further, some more customers appeared but they were looking for outer ladies wear. This was Jeanette's forte' and she excelled herself. Thus it went throughout the afternoon though no more modelling was asked for. By the end of the day, Dorie Lou felt a lot easier about their little venture. The boutique had turned a hansom profit. As she totted up the figures she smiled with relief. 'Not bad! Not bad at all,' she thought, 'And it's still only Tuesday. If it carries on like this, we'll have to employ Virginia full time.' In the caf? that evening, she shared a celebratory bottle of wine with the others. "Well all I can say," offered Sandie, "is that I hope this isn't just a nine day wonder." "Here's to us and the boutique," countered Jeanette. They shared a toast then made their ways home. Jeanette stopped by at the new shop around the corner but could garnish little. A metal security blind had been installed that very day and she could see nothing of any developments inside. Shrugging her shoulders, she made her way to the subway and thought nothing more of it. The next morning proved more successful. The heavy metal roller grill was up and Jeanette saw workmen fitting out the shop with shelves and furniture. 'It was definitely some sort of clothing retail outlet,' decided Jeanette 'but of what sort, she was not yet certain.' She discreetly checked around but found no sign of Virginia. 'Perhaps Virginia had not been successful in getting a job,' thought Jeanette. When she arrived at the boutique she updated the others. "It's definitely some sort of clothing shop. I saw shelves, cloths racks, a large glass fronted service counter and some doors that looked as though they might lead to changing rooms." "Well, if it's to be, it's to be," declared Simone, "If it is another clothes shop and Virginia is involved, then she's lied to us and we won't use her services any more. We'll find out soon enough." That afternoon, Virginia did another modelling session on request and the sale was successful again. Dorie Lou hoped against hope that Virginia was not involved with the new shop backing on to theirs because her modelling technique was impressive and Dorie Lou did not want to lose her. Every time Virginia modelled anything she nearly always managed to get a sale. Dorie Lou hoped that she was not involved in the new shop. It seemed to be the case because every time Sandie or Jeanette checked out the new shop, there was no sign of Virginia. Then came the day that Sandie was able to report progress. She reported when she got to work. "I've just passed the new shop and they've put up the sign. It's called Crossroads." "Crossroads ?" wondered Simone, "That's a weird name. Did you manage to find out why?" "Uhm, no, the shutters were still down and I couldn't see in. The workmen must have finished though because the skip has gone." "Well, I suppose they're sorting out stock or something. We'll find out soon enough. I hope to God it's not another boutique. We've only just got started. The last thing we need is direct competition." "Virginia was adamant that it wasn't any threat," added Dorie Lou. "We'll know more when it opens," finished Jeanette as the first customer of the day came through the door. And so it remained for nearly a week. Crossroads stayed shuttered up with nothing happening. During this period, Dorie Lou received some delightful news and she grinned as she quietly told Simone of the contents. "You've done it again, my pretty little stallion." "Done what?" wondered Simone. "Toni and Paula, they're pregnant." A huge delighted grin spread across Simone's features and she squealed with delight. The noise attracted Jeanette and Sandie who stopped arranging a display and scuttled into the little back office to demand what all the happiness was about. Dorie Lou suddenly realised that Sandie and Jeanette were not aware of Simone's big secret and she swallowed nervously as she scrambled for an explanation. "Oh! It' - it's our uuhm, - our Italian friends, the ones who design the lingerie. They, - they've had some good news." "Are they coming over," asked Sandie hopefully? "Probably, but I'm not sure when." "Oooh goodie, I'm dying to meet them!" Dorie Lou made a mental note to caution the Italian girls about revealing anything of their sexuality. Dorie Lou and Simone were not entirely certain of Sandie or Jeanette's feelings towards gays and transsexuals, after all both girls were straight out of high school and probably fairly naive about alternative sexualities. They had been hired through an employment agency and had proved to be excellent shop assistants. However, their relationship with Dorie Lou and Simone had been friendly, cordial and loyal, but strictly professional. Sandie and Jeanette were happy in the shop because they liked the stuff they were selling and their bosses treated them well. However, it would be a while before Dorie Lou or Simone would reveal their true relationship. Sandie and Jeanette did not even know Dorie Lou and Simone were married. They had naturally assumed that Dorie Lou and Simone were sisters, what with having the same family name of Benson. After the usual coffee in the little caf? that evening, Sandie stopped by to check out 'Crossroads' as she or Jeanette did almost every night. It was getting dark and the streets were becoming deserted, Sandie was surprised to see the shop open. The shop was crowded and Sandi stopped about fifty yards short as she watched the women spilling out onto the pavement. From fifty yards and in the dark Sandi couldn't make out much detail and she cursed inwardly to see so much activity for a newly opened shop. 'Dorie Lou's boutique had opened without fanfare because they could not afford all the razz- a-ma-taz. Cross Roads had opened with a bang.' Sandi watched for a few moments then phoned Dorie Lou and Simone on her mobile. "It's open." "What's open?" "That new shop, 'Crossroads', the shop behind us on Second Street" "What is it?" "It's another clothes shop. They're having a grand opening bash. There's dozens of women, it's like a beehive outside." "Damn!" cursed Dorie Lou. "I'd come and check it out for myself but I'm tied up tonight. I've got to get a room ready for those Italian designers. They're staying over at our apartment. Can you check it out?" asked Dorie Lou. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm going in." "Yes! Do," encouraged Dorie Lou, "Check it out, check the prices and the quality." "What do you think I'll be doing?" replied Sandie a little tersely. Dorie Lou caught the edges to Sandie's voice and apologised. "No offence taken ma-am," replied Sandie, "I'll call you later." "Thanks Sandie, soon as." Sandie paused again wondering why she had not seen any announcements in the local paper about any grand opening. Then she stepped forward. As she approached the crowd Sandie became puzzled. 'It must be an 'outsized shop, or something,' she thought. Then she checked again; 'or a long and tall.' Gosh some of those girls are just so tall.' Finally as she got close enough, she realised that the 'women' milling around the doorway were not women. 'Oh my God!' she giggled to herself, 'They're trannies!' The realisation shocked the naive Sandie and it took a few moments for her to recover her courage. She hesitated again and looked in at the window. The display was a bit sluttish and the stuff was expensive. Sandie gave a huge sigh of relief. This shop was definitely NOT competition! She looked up at the sign and grinned. 'Of course! Crossroads, - cross dressing!' Having satisfied herself that Crossroads was anything but competition, Sandie studied the transvestites and smiled inwardly. Some of them looked exactly what they were, - men in dresses; with some others it was hard to tell unless you looked really closely, then there were some that you could never have guessed and finally there were some that were so convincing that Sandie decided they must be real girls. "Why did men want to dress like that?' Wondered Sandie as she studied one who was obviously a man but with a build and bone structure that would have made a handsome chiselled hunk. 'God,' thought Sandie as she studied his face, 'that's a real hunk under all that makeup, real eye candy. What a waste.' Then to her astonishment a really girly individual turned to the eye candy and remarked about something inside the shop. Sandie studied the girly one and shook her head, 'God,' thought Sandie, 'That one looked really pretty! Her shape and everything was just so realistic!' Then the couple went into the shop and disappeared amongst the racks of clothes. As more transvestites appeared, Sandie became so intrigued that she decided to be bold and step inside. Immediately a counter assistant appeared. "Hello darling. Nice to see you, how can I help you?" "Oh, I'm just looking, do you mind?" replied Sandie, wondering if the assistant was male or female. 'She certainly looked like a woman' thought Sandie as she searched the sales assistant's throat for any signs of masculinity like an 'Adam's Apple'. The assistant smiled and spread her arms expansively. "Well there's lots of invitational offers for first day buyers. Be our guest." Sandie smiled and plunged between the extensive racks of outsized clothes. She spotted the 'eye candy' again discussing something with the pretty one. The pretty one held it up against the eye candy and pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Do you like it darling?" asked the pretty one. "Mmm, yes, I like the fabric, it's so silky," replied the eye candy as he tested the material with his beautifully manicured hands. "Well go and try it on. It's your size." Sandie was fascinated by the exchange and frowned with puzzlement as the eye candy swayed seductively towards the changing rooms while the pretty one resumed checking the other designs in other rows. Sandie couldn't help but follow her to see what her choice would be. To her amazement, the pretty one checked out several dresses with all the aplomb and practice of a determined female shopaholic. Sandie just couldn't take her eyes off him. She was so engrossed in studying the pretty boy that she did not notice another huge transvestite stepping out from behind a row of dazzling ball gowns. "Ooof!" gasped Sandie as the collision knocked her for six and she crashed into the pretty boy. "Oh I'm so sorry! Here let me help you," apologised the giant as he 'bunny-bobbed' down and lifted Sandie to her feet with consummate ease. Sandie felt the powerful masculine hands that so bizarrely sported tarty red nail polish and an immaculate manicure. The fingers also felt Sandie's soft rounded curves and the tranny obviously realised that Sandie was either a real girl or a postoperative transsexual. "I'm just so sorry darling," he continued apologising, "I was just so taken with these beautiful gowns I failed to see you. Are you all right?" "Yes, gasped Sandie as she recovered her breath. I'm OK thank you. I should have been looking where I was going as well." The giant transvestite realised that the voice was definitely a woman and he became more solicitous. "Are you with your partner? Do you want to sit down?" "Uhhm, no," replied Sandie, "I'm alone." "Oh." Replied the giant a little nonplussed, "So why would you be checking out a store for trannies?" Sandie was a little embarrassed and hesitated uncertainly. "I, - I, - was just, - just curious." "Well be careful you don't bump into any more strange men, and we trannies are reckoned to be the strangest. It might lead to something." Sandie giggled more as a form of defence than anything else for she was at a loss for words. Fortunately the pretty boy came to her rescue. She obviously knew the giant and she scolded him affectionately. "Leslie! You leave the poor girl alone." The giant turned and smiled. "Oh hi Sally, where's Jemima?" "She's trying on a gown for the ball on Saturday." "Oh! That's exactly what I'm here for. Can you give me some advice as well? Jemima's so lucky having a real girl for a partner." Sandie's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she suddenly realised that 'pretty boy' was actually a real girl. As her jaw sagged Sally recognised Sandie's confusion and she grinned at her. "Surprise, surprise dear, yes,I'm an R.G." "An R.G?" wondered Sandie. "Yes; a real girl, Jemima's my long-time permanent partner." By now Sandie had recovered her composure and regained some, but not all of her confidence. She gaped uncomprehendingly at the pair and shook her head apologetically. "I'm so sorry. It's just, I was so, you know, - curious. I mean why do you, -" "Cross dress," interjected the giant Leslie as he finished Sandie's question. "Uhhm, yes; cro, - cross dress." Leslie turned to Sally and smiled as Sally replied. "If we knew that darling, we'd be millionaires. Every tranny seems to have a different reason, or more correctly list of reasons." "But, - but you're a woman. Isn't your partner what's his name again? Isn't he gay?" "Who! My Jemima? Good gracious no darling. No she's as straight as me," replied Sally. She's a full-blooded male heterosexual." "With two beautiful little daughters to prove it," added Leslie. "What! Oh my gosh! You mean he's your husband." "She's my husband dear," corrected Sally, "When we're out en femme, like tonight, we call her she or Jemima. "You mean your married to him, - I mean her!" "Well and truly darling. Seven years now and I've never been so happy. He's not like other men you see." Sally's twinkling smile caused Sandie to laugh. "Ha! Ha! Well you're certainly right there. Oh. Look, here she comes now." The three turned to watch Jemima sashay towards them and Sandie couldn't help casting her critical professional eye over the ensemble. As Jemima approached Sandie turned to Sally. "I think she needs the same design with a slightly lower hem. Just slightly below the knee. Her calves and ankles are lovely but her knees look a bit knobbly." "Yeah," sighed Sally as she nodded agreement, "Men have nice legs don't they? I wish I had calves and ankles like hers." Sandie was forced to agree. It just wasn't fair. Men did tend have slenderer legs than women and if their calves weren't too pronounced, they could look good in glossy tights. "Does she shave her legs?" asked Sandie, becoming more curious. "Oh no, she uses depletory cream. No stubble you see and her tights last longer." Sandie couldn't help become curious. "So in bed, she feels nice and smooth; no rough hair." "Exactly, agreed Sally." As Jemima approached, she grinned happily and gave Sally a twirl. "Well, d'you like it?" Sally smiled then repeated Sandie's advice. "This young lady recommends a slightly longer version, just below the knees." "Jemima studied Sandie and raised her eyebrows." "D'you really think so. I prefer my dresses short." "Trust me Jemima," replied Sandie as her confidence grew, "your knees are just a bit too knobbly but your calves are nicely curved. Choose a lower heel as well, then you're calves won't look so chiseled, they tend to tense up if the heels are too high." Jemima pointed her toe and looked down at her shoes. Sandie looked down, nodded and explained. "They look nice from this angle but from the back, your calves look chiselled. Believe me." Jemima frowned slightly and turned to Sally. "Do they?" Sally nodded a little apologetically. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" demanded Jemima. "I like your legs looking chiseled," replied Sally, "The muscles turn me on." "Look, I'm sorry," intervened Sandie, "I didn't mean to come between two partners." "Oh, don't worry," smiled Sally, besides, I like seeing her walk in higher heels. She's much more sympathetic to me and the other girls when we have to go out as man and wife to his company functions." "And she's an honest shopping partner," added Leslie. "Oh yes, that as well," agreed Sally, "Jemima's a real friend when we go shopping. Even the girls like to go shopping with their daddy. He's just so understanding and patient and he takes a real interest. The girls love him." "Ahem," coughed Sandie a little self-consciously, "Forgive me for asking, and don't answer if you don't want to, but do your daughters know?" "No," replied Jemima bluntly, "And I don't want them to know. Well not until they're old enough and even then it's for Sally and I to decide." Sandie stopped right there and went no further. For a moment there was a slightly strained silence until Leslie decided to ease the tension. "Look, what's your name. Could you give me a few tips?" Sandie hesitated uncertainly and frowned. She was afraid of causing offence. Leslie was a giant with a heavy dark shadow on his square masculine jaw. "Well, - well I'm, - I don't, - my name's Sandie but I'm no expert you understand." Leslie recognised the uncertainty on Sandie's eyes and he grinned disarmingly. "Look darling, I don't expect to pass, I'm not even trying to pass. I'm a man, a giant man, in a frock. It's just colouring and make-up and stuff. What colours suite me best, what styles?" Leslie's easy manner calmed Sandie down. Colours and styles, she understood. If she could see past Leslie's masculinity and treat his bulk as just another very tall, out-sized, matron, then there was some hope. She sucked her lips and considered the task in front of her. Then she turned to Sally and grinned. "What d'you think Sally? Is there any hope for her?" Sally and Jemima chuckled then Sandie decided to give it a go. "OK then, if madam will just step this way to the darker colours and sleeves." Leslie looked a little crest fallen that she would not be wearing a daring off the shoulder number but Sandie was adamant. "Believe me Leslie, with those arms and biceps, it's got to be sleeves for you." Sally nodded enthusiastically and listened avidly as Sandie expanded her thoughts. "Am I right in thinking those boobs are falsies?" "We call them breast forms," corrected Leslie, "Falsies implies we're trying to deceive somebody or cheat them. Girls call them falsies when other girls wear them and are obviously trying to deceive the boys or their friends but we trannies are not usually out to deceive anybody. Just look at me. Could I deceive anybody?" Sandie felt a little chastened and realised she had been a little insensitive. It was quite obvious to anybody, that Leslie was a man in a frock, and a ridiculously bimboish, pink, frilly creation at that. She hauled back on her brashness and decided to be a lot more circumspect. Thus chastened, she apologised. "Sorry Leslie, d'you want me to go?" "Oh no dear, not at all, you're a breath of fresh air. You seem to know about styles and fashions so I bow to your ideas. Now what would suite me best." Sandie brightened up again and stepped to another isle to select a gown. It was two-toned grey and silver with a high neck and full 'mutton chop' sleeves. "This one will suite you better. The silver and dark grey will break up your bulk whilst not appearing too austere. Black would make you look like a mountain of basalt. Leslie let out a loud guffaw that attracted the attention of the lady who had greeted Sandie earlier when she had entered. The shop manager came over. "Well you four seem to be enjoying yourselves. Is that what you're buying?" Sandie grinned as the happy mood took everybody and she reached up to hold the gown against Leslie's massive bulk. "The diagonal stripe helps to break up the mass and it follows the cut on the bias. I think Leslie should try it." "The Manageress raised a surprised eyebrow as she turned to Leslie whom she obviously knew of old." "Well my dear, you've found yourself a bright little helper. I think she might be right. Why don't you do as she suggests?" Leslie was already persuaded so he took the proffered gown and stepped towards the changing rooms, calling Sandie as she went. "I might need help with this. You'd better come and assist me." Sandie's jaw sagged nervously as she gasped. "But I'm a gi,- a girl, I can't go in there." The manageress snorted amusingly. "Oh don't be so shy dear, what harm can come to you? Look around you, there's dozens of customers. Go and help her." Sandie swallowed nervously but Sally and Jemima nodded encouragement. "You really mean it?" gasped Sandie, "You mean I should go in there and help him, - I mean her!" "She'll need help with the fastenings and if you make a sale, there's money in it for you. Besides I've known Leslie for years, she's perfectly safe." replied the manageress. Thus reassured, plus the thought of some extra money was the final persuader for Sandie and without further ado; she knocked on the changing room door. "Leslie, can I come in?" "Be my guest," replied Leslie, "I'll need help with these hook and eyes." He slipped the catch and Sandie peered shyly around the door. She was mildly amused to find Leslie struggling to reach around and slip the hook and eye fastenings of her dress and obviously wondering how best to escape from her frilly pink gown. "Can't you reach around and just slip them," wondered Sandie innocently for if she had been wearing such a creation, she would have had no trouble unfastening the hooks and eyes. "I'm afraid not darling," confessed Leslie, "Little boys just don't have the same flexibility around the shoulder joints. I can't reach around and twist my wrist at the same time. I'm stuck. Could you just slip the ones above the small of my back? I don't want to risk ripping my frock. It's one of my favourites." Sandie smiled and hesitated for a moment. Leslie was a giant and in ordinary circumstances she would have been terrified to perhaps meet him (or was it her? she wondered again,) in a dark alley. "You just want me to undo these here?" asked Sandie as she deftly tested the tension in the fastenings. "Yes please darling," replied Leslie gratefully. Sandie fingered the fastenings and tried to slip them but the material was just too tight. Under the brightly coloured pink ruffles, there was a strong white lining of heavy material. It was this under lining that gave the flimsy, frilly, pink frock its strength. Sandie's fingers could not overcome the tension. "Gosh, these are tight! How did you get it on?" "I've got a lady friend who helps out when I dress. She lives next door." "Why isn't she here then?" "She's not a girlfriend or partner, we are just good friends. I fix up her house or car and garden and she helps me dress. There's no sex, we're just good friends." Sandie tried to figure out what sort of strange relationship this could be but she finally gave up. 'Some folk could be mighty weird,' she thought as she attacked the hook and eye fastenings again. "Breath in and pull in your stomach." Leslie obeyed and finally Sandie managed to slip the last fastenings quickly in one deft movement. The back of the dress finally separated to reveal Leslie's underwear. Sandie could not help but stare at the heavy foundation pantee-corselette and thick glossy tights that Leslie was wearing and she hesitated again before addressing the last fastenings of the dress. "D'you want me to undo all of them?" "If you would darling, you're a real sweetie." Sandi smiled to herself again. 'Leslie was just such a nice person,' she concluded. As she finally freed Leslie's shoulders from the dress, she realised that Leslie had quite a noticeable waist then her fingers told her why. Leslie was wearing a 'merry widow' corset under her pantee-corselette. Finally the frock slithered down Leslie's legs and she carefully stepped out of the garish pool of pink frills. Sandie stepped back hesitantly as Leslie turned around and smiled gratefully. "Gosh thank you so much. Now, I'm afraid I can't bend very easily in this corset, would you be so kind as to help me step into the new dress?" Sandie wagged her head in amused confusion then reached up for the new silver and black creation and carefully arranged it so Leslie could step easily into it then she helped Leslie work the dress up her massive frame and slip her arms into the sleeves. With practiced ease, Sandie smoothed out any wrinkles then deftly closed each hook and eye. When she had finished, she turned Leslie around to face the fitting room mirror. Leslie let out a most effeminate gasp of pure delight. "Why that's just fantastic! I see what you mean. The two-tone design, it breaks up the size of my shoulders. That's just brilliant!" Before Sandie could make any final adjustments, Leslie flung open the door and called to Jemima and Sally. Sandie hesitated in the fitting room as Leslie paraded excitedly up the changing rooms corridor. Then to her astonishment she heard a familiar voice addressing Leslie. "Well, that fit's you like a glove darling. Are you wearing it on Saturday?" It was Virginia, the model! Without hesitating to consider any consequences, Sandie lurched out of the fitting room and stared stupidly at the tall attractive Virginia. "What are you doing here?" she squealed as surprise stole her poise. Virginia looked stunned for a long moment before she stammered back. "Well! I, - I, - mi, - might well ask you the same question!" Long used to adopting the standard defence tactic of many transvestites and transsexuals when 'caught cross-dressed' Virginia had fallen immediately into the standard technique if the circumstances warranted it. And these circumstances more than justified Virginia's response. They were in a transvestite shop and Sandie had just stepped out of a fitting room cubicle where she had obviously been involved with a transvestite who was well known to every cross-dresser in town. Indeed, Leslie was one of the 'bouncers' who supervised proceedings at the local club. Leslie was a well-known transvestite, who was quite open and above board about her passion. "What indeed was the young seventeen-year-old Sandie doing helping Leslie to dress?" Now it was Sandie's turn to be embarrassed as she realised what it must have looked like. "There's nothing!" pleaded Sandie, "I was just, - just, - I was jus being curious and I was looking, looking at the stock. I thought the shop was competition for Dorie Lou and Simone." "Well you can see it's not," snapped Virginia irritably, "I told you it was not in competition, why didn't you believe me." "I was passing it every day on the way from the subway. It looked like a clothes shop, it sounded like a clothes shop and until I walked through those doors this evening, it was a clothes shop. And it still is a clothes shop, - of sorts!" Sandie hesitated as many eyes were beginning to turn. "Well a sort of clothes shop; it's just that, - well, - I didn't realise until I came in tonight." Sandie was about to now ask what Virginia was doing in such a shop but Virginia pressed her advantage. "So you've been spying!" "No!" protested Sandie, "I was just curious, once I realised it was a, - a, -." As more eyes fell upon her, Sandie became a little nervous. Her curiosity might seem puerile and invasive to many of the clients. Suddenly some of the looks appeared to be accusative and Sandie lost her nerve. She was about to dash out of the shop but Leslie stopped her as she recognised the fear in Sandie's pretty, young' blue eyes. "Whoa little lady, there's no need to be frightened. We're not mad axe- men or anything, were just transvestites and transsexuals. We don't hurt women. We like to imitate them or be them. Really darling, we're paying your sex a compliment. Stay a while, you'll soon learn we're not monsters. You needn't be afraid, I'm here to protect you." Sandie swallowed nervously but hesitated as Leslie smiled reassuringly. Leslie had encountered dozens of young, fearful transvestites and transsexuals hesitating and loitering at the doors of their club and now she recognised the same fear in Sandie's eyes. With consummate ease she calmed Sandie down like somebody placating a trapped fawn. To demonstrate her control of the situation, Leslie turned to Virginia. "Virginia! Don't just stand there girl! Go and get her a cup of tea. She's just done wonders with this dress, hasn't she Sally?" Sally and Jemima grinned and nodded their heads as Sally commented. "Yes, it's divine. She's got excellent fashion sense." "See!" scolded Leslie as she turned to Virginia and struck a pose, "It's just perfect for Saturday's party. If you had been here you could have helped me instead, now Sandie gets the commission." Virginia stared daggers at Sandie who had only just realised that Virginia worked in the shop. Sandie had just deprived Virginia of a fantastic sale. It was obvious that cost was no object to Leslie. Then and only then did Sandie realise why Virginia seemed so aggressive. She squeaked apologetically, "Oh my God! You, - you, - you do work here!" Virginia glanced nervously around then nodded her head as though somehow embarrassed as she replied softly. "Yes, I didn't lie. I told you this shop was not competition." Sandie's jaw dropped as the penny dropped and she finally made the connection. "Oh my God! You're a, - you're a, - tra, - transve!" "Yes!" hissed Virginia as her anger evaporated into a sense of defeat, "So what! You didn't realise when I modelled for you. So I'm a tranny, so what!" "But, you're so, - so, - so, - so like a girl. You, - you look exactly like a girl. Your hips! Your shoulders and even your bre, - your breasts; are they real?" "Yes! Don't be so bloody nosey!" Virginia was recovering her confidence. "Of course they're real and they're all mine!" Virginia looked down her own cleavage and 'hoisted' her beautiful bust as she cupped the ripe mounds. "I've sacrificed everything to get them like this." Sandie became fascinated and stepped forward to study Virginia's fulsome curves. "Gosh, they're beautiful; you're beautiful. How've you managed this?" At this Leslie interrupted to avert any more embarrassment for everybody. "Now, now, Sandie, let's not get too inquisitive. It's considered impolite to ask personal questions. Every one of us has some sort of story, some sort of journey, some sort of pain. Others only learn of it if we volunteer that information. Now, Virginia, where's that tea or coffee? The deal says we get a cup of coffee or tea and some biscuits if we buy stuff worth more than twenty dollars." Leslie took a small flyer from her bag and tapped the small print. Virginia seized the opportunity and immediately stepped into the kitchen to get some coffee. Sandie watched her curvaceous butt and wagged her head disbelievingly as Leslie put her massive arm around her shoulders. "You see Sandie, every one of us in this shop is desperately envious of Virginia. She's achieved the pinnacle of most of our ambitions. Who'd have ever suspected?" "But, she's so realistic!" added Sandie, "I mean, - it's just everything about her. How has she done it? She's a superb model. She moves better than a real girl!" "Well if you get to know her better, I'm sure Virginia will one day tell you. Now let's go and pay for this dress and speak to Sian. She's the manageress." Leslie guided Sandie to the pay counter and explained that Sandie had just completed the sale. Sian complimented Sandie and suggested that if she ever wanted a job, there might be an opening. "Oh no, Miss Williams," gasped Sandie as she read Sians' I.D. tag, "That would be stealing Virginia's work." "Fiddlesticks girl, Virginia's job is quite safe. You've got a knack for sales, if you can persuade this old miser to part with her money, you can sell snow to Eskimos or sand to Arabs." Sandie basked under the compliment but refrained from further comment as Virginia appeared with the coffee and cookies. As Virginia poured the coffee and laid out the cups, Sandie took another opportunity to study Virginia's graceful slender hands. 'But she's just so feminine!' wondered Sandie to herself. Her thoughts must have been obvious because Leslie, Sally and Jemima all smiled knowingly. As Virginia sashayed away Jemima grinned knowingly to Sandie. "Yes, she is pretty, isn't she, and just so sophisticated, so classy." Sandie nodded in wonder. "How did she manage it? She's just so like a girl." "Well one day she might tell you her story," added Leslie, "but it's her story and nobody else's. Just make sure you don't reveal it to anybody." "But what about the shop where I work, Virginia models for us, what if, -" "What if what?" interrupted Sally, "Nobody would ever know. You didn't realise." Sandie fell silent then suddenly she realised. "Of course, that's why she wouldn't strip naked in the changing rooms. She wouldn't let me help her change quickly. That's why she wears that th, - that thong thing under her panties." "It's probably a cache darling," explained Jemima. "A what?" asked Sandie. "A cache, a cache sex', it's a special thong that hides the little boy bits." Sandie was so innocent that she asked no further. She had already taken onboard Leslie's advice about not prying into other people's lives. As they sat and chatted, Sian Williams appeared and handed Sandie her 'commission'. "I shouldn't take this, please give it to Virginia. It's hers by rights." "Oh don't be so silly girl. Virginia will make plenty of commission tonight. Just look around you, the shop's heaving." Reluctantly, Sandie took the money and tucked it into her bag. She was beginning to feel quite comfortable amongst the others and silently reflected on how quickly she had adapted. If somebody had told her less than an hour ago that she would be sharing coffee with a group of transvestites around a table in a transvestite's shop, she would had laughed them to scorn. 'Gosh how things can change,' she thought. Eventually, Leslie and Jemima stood up with Sally to go. "Where are you going?" asked a slightly disappointed Sandie. "Well, we're going to change back into our ordinary clothes then we're stopping by at the club. It's several blocks from here." "Can I come?" begged Sandie. The two transvestites looked at each other while Sally explained. "Darling, it's a transvestite club. Are you really sure, you want to mix with lots of weird men?" "Well you're a girl and you're married to one." This completely disarmed Sally's argument but she persevered. "Look Sandie, I have to explain. The majority of transvestites are heterosexual men. If they see a delicious young girl suddenly appear unescorted in their club for the first time they might read all sorts of things into your visit. They would be fully entitled to think that you're attracted to transvestites and in all fairness; you would be inundated with offers as every lonely, hopeful individual hit's on you. They wouldn't be aggressive or pushy, but they'd be entitled to think that you're available." "But I'd be with you," protested Sandie. "Not quite," replied Sally, "Leslie will be busy, he helps run the club and often acts as a bouncer. That's why were stopping by tonight, there's some stuff to organise for Saturday's party. It will just be the three of us sitting at a table. That mean's that even if you sit with us, others will see that you're alone because most members know that Jemima and I are married. Now Leslie's job as a club official and part-time bouncer is vital. She has to be very tactful and very selective at the door. You get all sorts turning up and some of them are looking to make trouble. There's quite a risk if you arrive and, or more importantly, leave alone. Do you have a car?" "Not yet," replied Sandie, "I drive, but I've only just started work." "Well, it would be unsafe to walk away from the club alone. There might be predatory people waiting outside the club. It's bad enough for trannies, but a girl alone, well, I need hardly say more." "But if I stay close to you," pleaded Sandie. The other three hesitated uncertainly as they debated the situation in their minds. Suspicion was the most active ingredient. For all they knew, Sandie could be a 'honey trap'. Both transvestites were street- wise and world-weary. Eventually Leslie struck up a deal. "Phone your parents. You said you live at home. Get your dad to come and collect you from the club." Sandie hesitated. "I'm not sure they'd approve of me going to a transvestite club." "You don't have to tell them it's a TV club. Just give them the name and address and telephone number. Tell them to phone this number every hour if they're worried. Then make a firm arrangement to be collected at a specific time. That should reassure them." Sandie considered the idea then nodded. "Yeah, I'll try that." "Oh and by the way, it's best if you make your way by taxi. That way nobody can accuse us of inciting you to visit a tranny club." "Gosh, you are a suspicious lot aren't you?" protested Sandie. "We can't be too careful darling. Trannies are vulnerable too." Sandie 'tutted' but realised the 'girls' were only being careful. "Oh OK then, but how would I know where to find a safe taxi company?" "Look in the phone book," replied Sally. Sandie sighed resignedly. 'God! These girls were cagey!' She thought. While Leslie and Jemima changed back to their ordinary outfits, Sandie phoned her parents. "Yes, it's a club dad, number one eighty-five on Fourth Street. This is the telephone number and I'll call you every hour or you call this number if you don't get a call from me." Sandie waited impatiently while she heard her dad running it by her mom. "Who's taking you?" "One of the girls at work, Virginia," lied Sandie, "We're sharing a cab. It's pink cabs; they only take female passengers and this is their number. We've ordered a cab and this is the order number. It's in my name." "Good," replied her father, "you be careful now and give us a call every hour. I'll collect you at eleven." "Make it ten," replied Sandie, "I'm working in the morning." "Good. OK then, ten it is." Sandie could almost feel the relief flowing down the phone from her dad. The truth was, she had decided to leave early in case she did not like the club. Her dad was obviously happier with the ten o'clock arrangement. As Sandie waited for her cab Leslie, Jemima and Sally drove off to the club in Sally's car. Sandie stood in the doorway of Cross Roads and watched them leave then Virginia joined Sandie. "They're going to the club," said Virginia "I know," replied Sandie, "I'm going too." "Oh! Gosh," you surprise me." "Why?" demanded Sandie. Virginia was caught a little off guard. "Well, I thought, - I thought you weren't that way inclined, - you, - you know, - trannies and stuff." "Well perhaps I've changed my mind. Leslie and Virginia seem quite nice." "They are, they're very nice, they helped me come out when I was younger." "Yes how did that happen?" asked Sandie, "I mean, how come you look so, - so girly, - so feminine?" "Hormones." "But how, I mean your mum and dad, what did they think?" "I don't have a dad and mum well, if anything, she was all for it." "What!" squeaked the Surprised Sandie, "You mean she approves?" "More than that, when she caught me dressing in my sister's clothes, she made me become a girl. She really wanted two daughters all along." Virginia was not telling the whole truth but then that was too painful. She didn't explain anymore as dark memories of her childhood welled like some dark evil spring. Sandie could hardly believe her ears. Hers had been a conventional blue-collar childhood, a working dad who drove construction plant, a mum who worked part-time at a seven eleven and a brother who only just scraped into college and had to work to pay his fees. Everything had just been so normal. It had been a happy childhood though and Sandie loved her parents. Sandie smiled inwardly as she considered this strange new venture. It was her first visit alone to a nightclub but even so she had run it by her parents and she felt a soft spot for them as they had tried to hide their obvious concerns. With these fond thoughts of her parents filling her mind, Sandie recognised the 'Pink Cab' and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She confirmed the details and phoned the cab company to check the cab number. With all the security checks she could imagine she gave the destination. The lady driver paused and looked her fare up and down. "You know what sort of club that is don't you dear?" "Oh yes," replied Sandie, "I'm meeting some friends there." "Very well love." The lady driver shrugged and pulled away from the curb. The driver's question caused Sandie to think again and she questioned the driver further. "Have you ever taken any fares to this club?" "Yes," replied the driver, "but rarely a real girl, or at least a tranny as pretty and feminine as you. Are you a tranny?" "Oh no!" protested Sandie wondering whether to feel offended or complimented. "I'm a girl, a real girl!" "Yes I thought you were. Do you definitely have friends meeting you there?" "Yes and my parents know I'm going there. I've left a clear trail, that's why I chose this cab company. You specialise in taxi-ing unescorted ladies don't you?" "Yes, we're all lady drivers and I'll be personally available to collect you if you book me now." "That's OK, my dad is picking me up at ten." The driver visibly relaxed at these words and they fell to chatting about the club. By the time the taxi had arrived, Sandie had learned a little about the club and its reputation. She felt very daring as she paid her fare and crossed the sidewalk to knock on the door of the club. She was glad that the taxi driver waited until the club door was opened and she was invited in. She waved reassuringly to the driver who waved back and drove off to her next fare. Inside, the pretty door attendant smiled and ushered Sandie to Sally and Jemima's table. The pair looked up and smiled as they patted the seat beside them. "Glad to see you could make it. What do you think of it?" asked Jemima. Sandie was mildly surprised to learn that the club was well lit and quiet. She looked around as she answered. "It's not what I thought it would be like. I thought there would be loud music and dancing." "Oh that's down stairs, and anyway, it's early yet. The dancing doesn't start until very late. Also this is a weekday, it's naturally quiet. It tends to be the regulars and the permanent cross dressers." "Permanent?" wondered Sandie. "Yes," explained Sally, "Those girls who live a permanent female lifestyle; those who would regularly pass in public, or at least be very difficult to read." Sandie looked around and had to confess that apart from Jemima and two other obvious men in frocks, the rest of the members would all readily pass for girls. Sally explained further, "It's a committee meeting tonight and the miffs are hear as committee members." "Miffs?" wondered Sally. "Em I Eff darling, it stands for 'Men In Frocks' dear. Hulking brutes in soft silky gowns, men like me darling," added Jemima. Sandie smiled and squeezed Jemima softly as a waitress swayed seductively to the table and took an order. "Soft drink for me please," said Sandie, "I don't want to upset my mum and dad." "Oooh, quite the little goodie goodie aren't we?" replied the waitress. "Get your claws out of her Madge, she's an RG, she's only seventeen and this is her first time," riposted Sally. Madge's eyes widened with pleasure as she gathered up the old glasses and gave Sandie her sweetest smile. They ordered their drinks then Sally invited Sandie to dine. "While Jemima and Leslie are at the committee meeting, you can dine with me. There's a restaurant upstairs. It's very pleasant." Sandie was too engrossed in the waitress as she watched her butt swaying across the lounge. She turned to Sally. "Is she a girl or a boy?" "That's Madge darling. She's a boy, and a very pretty one too, I might add." "Did you see how she came onto me?" grinned Sandie feeling really complimented. "Wait until she comes back with the drinks darling. Every head in the club will be checking you out. They'll be around this table like bees around a honey pot." The drinks appeared almost immediately and Sally's prediction proved absolutely accurate. Every pair of eyes followed Madge across the lounge and locked onto Sandie's attractive feminine form." Sandie felt a peculiar flush of pleasure to think that she was the object of attention from the whole club. Madge served the drinks and deliberately revealed a very real cleavage as she bent forward. Sandie could not help but slide her eyes discreetly sideways and take a little peak. Madge smiled invitingly as she spotted Sandie's Gaze. "Yes dear, they're all mine, d'you like them?" Sandie crimsoned with embarrassment at being so easily spotted. She thought she had been the epitome of discretion. 'Trannies must have radars like real girls.' Sandie glanced away and mumbled a nervous apology. It was just so offensive to talk to someone's boobs instead of their face. Sandie had just committed the worst male faux pas of any first introduction. "I, - I'm sorry. It was so rude of me." "Oh don't be sorry darling. I take it as a compliment. I'm very proud of them." Madge adjusted her balcony bra and served up more ripe flesh and cleavage for Sandie's consumption. Sally smiled and scolded Madge affectionately. "Stoppit you big tart, can't you see the girl's already embarrassed?" "OK, but I expect a forfeit." "Which is?" asked Sally. Madge leant down again and plonked a delicious kiss directly on Sandie's lips. For a moment Sandie was startled but then realised that Madge's face was as soft and smooth as a real girl's and her lipstick tasted quite pleasant. She found herself responding to the kiss like any teenager enjoying her first date. Madge, had not expected such a positive response, made to separate so as to avoid offending Sally and Jemima. Madge was also a little flustered because Madge was a heterosexual male herself and did genuinely find Sandie very attractive. Reluctantly she broke off the kiss and gasped a caution to the delightful Sandie. "My, my, don't get so carried away my darling. If you kiss all the girls like that you'll start a riot in here. There you are, that first drink's on me. It's none-alcoholic as you asked. Take care my pet,