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Ellie's Night Out In Blackpool free porn video
In December I had been out as Ellie for the very first time. I had gone
out with two t-girls that I had met over the Internet, Julia and Marie.
It was such a buzz - I had to do it again. I will never forget the cold
blast of air as Ellie nervously went outside for the first time.
In January I'd had this email from Marie:
Please note the following partying opportunity:
Blackpool, 13 March. (Buckets & spades optional)
Those of us who took part in the last one had a fabby time.
RSVP
Marie
xxx
I had only been to Blackpool a couple of times in my life. The wind
blowing off the sea can be very bracing in March. I checked my diary and
it was blank for the 13th and the 14th March. Marie had invited me to
some other nights out in January and February, but work or family
commitments meant that I had to decline every one of them. So my second
night out was over three months after the first adventure.
It seemed too good to miss. So I emailed Marie back straight away.
Marie
Count me in. What do I have to do?
Ellie
xxxxx
She replied with the name of the small t-friendly hotel and its phone
number. She said I should phone the hotel and book and tell the manager
that you are with Marie. She added:
We normally start off at about seven and girls who are later arriving
just join us when they are ready - it is a compact area and all in easy
walking distance of hotel.
The week before I started planning what to take and what to wear. I used
the list I had made for my first night out. It read as follows:
? Bra
? Bracelets
? Breastforms
? Camera
? Credit card
? Ear rings
? Glasses
? Hairbrush
? Handbag and purse
? Jacket
? Makeup
? Mirror
? Mobile phone
? Money
? Necklace
? Pen
? Razor
? Rings
? Shaving gel
? Shoes
? Skirts
? Tights
? Tissues
? Tops
? Umbrella
? Watch
? Wigs
I started packing but which wig should I wear? And which skirts? Marie
had told me that the theme for the evening was secretaries and my wife
had helped me decide on a black knee-length skirt, black fishnets, black
shoes, red blouse, red specs and a black blouson jacket.
Just after 2.30 on the afternoon of the 13th, I put the suitcase full of
clothes and a sports bag full of makeup, shoes and other things in the
boot of the car and headed for Blackpool which took about two hours.
I had been waiting for this day for months. Marie had told me that there
would be around ten girls there and I was heartened by the idea of
safety in numbers.
Was I nervous? Of course. I'd felt butterflies and clammy palms earlier
in the week but now that the big day had arrived, I felt fine. When I
got to Blackpool, the slip-road at the motorway junction was closed
which meant I have to go on about 300 metres and then do a 180 degree
turn at the roundabout, come back to way I'd arrived and take the next
turning.
For a few moments I considered not taking the turning but just driving
straight home. Fortunately I decided to head for the hotel. I found it
really easily. There was one empty parking space in front of the hotel
so I grabbed that.
As I was parking another guest (who turned out to be Tammy) had just
arrived (in male mode) and the manager was about to take him to his
room. I was shown into the bar where two t-girls called Rowena and Kate
were already drinking red wine. Marie and Julia had gone shopping - no
surprise this - but it was too cold out for Rowena and Kate.
I shuddered nervously at the idea of going shopping fully dressed. I
chatted with the girls, waiting for the manager to come with my key.
Rowena poured me a glass of wine too but I felt a little awkward
standing at the bar in male mode while the other two were already
dressed.
Marie arrived said hello and then Julia. Julia said that she remembered
me from my first night out because I had a smile on my face all evening.
This helped relax me but she did get my name wrong, calling me Ella and
not Ellie.
My room was up two flights of stairs. Once there I started to change. It
was just gone five. I opened a small bottle of gin and a bottle of tonic
that I had brought with me to give myself Dutch courage. Then I did my
makeup and dressed in the chosen outfit.
I chose the longer blonde wig and hey, I was ready. I checked the mirror
for the umpteenth time and prepared to go downstairs. Not forgetting my
bag, purse and key I headed for the bar. Rowena and Kate were still
there knocking back the red wine. I did my best to help them drink it
and we just chatted until all the girls were there.
My eye was itchy and stupidly I rubbed it not realising that I had
smudged my makeup. As a result it was messed up all evening. Fortunately
it wasn't too bad and the lighting is low in these places!
The girls assembled in the bar. There were exactly ten altogether; me,
Marie, Julia, Rowena, Kate, Tammy, Millie, Vanessa, Jean and Marian. Two
other girls called Rhea and Lesley joined us later.
Then as we were about to leave one of the girls pointed to a hole (and a
big one) in my fishnets. "Is that a fashion statement?" she asked.
Embarrassed I rushed upstairs to change into plain tights.
Memo to self. Must check mirror better next time.
I hoped that they hadn't left without me and fortunately they had
waited. And so we headed off. Actually the secretaries theme seemed to
have disappeared. The other girls seemed to be wearing dresses but what
the heck.
It was cold. My little jacket didn't keep me very warm and the wind
whistled around my legs. But there was such a buzz. As we came to the
first pub on our route, I thought, 'Surely we won't go in there.' It
looked like a basic workingman's boozer.
As we stood outside waiting for the stragglers struggling in their
heels, a guy went past and made a comment like, "Ooooh, look at you."
He was immediately subjected to abuse from all the girls. We went into
the pub. Ten blokes in dresses in a straight pub. But nobody turned a
hair. I wasn't worried at all. As I said safety in numbers. We ordered
drinks, took a few photos and relaxed.
Then we walked the short distance to the restaurant where Marie had
booked a table. Thursday night in Blackpool was quiet. We were the only
customers. But the service was slow and we left without coffee. This
defeated my plan of having a double espresso to keep me awake all night.
Still it probably saved me three trips to the ladies!
In the restaurant Marian asked if it really was my only second night out
dressed. I said yes. She couldn't believe how confident I was. This made
me feel good. Confident? Me? I didn't feel confident at all but I was
enjoying myself and being in a large group helped. I couldn't have done
this on my own.
After the meal it was back to the hotel to change. Marie used the term
disgraceful clothing to describe the second outfit of the evening. It
had to be something short! My new outfit was a pink top over a white top
- I believe this was the fashion, and a pleated check mini-skirt.
I love that skirt. I'd actually bought it in November to wear for my
first night out but I didn't get time to change. So I had to wear it
now, didn't I?
I can't believe that I changed into a new outfit without checking my
makeup. I have so much to learn about being a girl!
We assembled downstairs in the bar. All the other girls were flashing
their thighs in short skirts or dresses so I didn't feel out of place.
Marie wore a sparkly black mini-dress, Rowena looked rather gothic in a
black mini-skirt, black top and dark lipstick. Millie wore a black dress
with a pattern and black knee-high boots. Marian wore an obscenely short
skirt. Joanna looked stunning in a short denim skirt, a silver halter
neck top and silver boots. Jean wore a leopard print mini-dress.
Once assembled it was back out into the cold night. I just followed the
crowd. They knew where to go, I didn't. We headed for night club called
Roxy's but there was little atmosphere in there so we left after one
drink and went to Rumours, a straight club close by.
Now the music wasn't to my taste but who cares? It was a fun time. It
must have been good as we were still there at chucking out time (3 a.m.)
I can remember Rowena taking photos of Marie. For some reason she lay
down on the dance floor to get a better angle of shot, skirt hitched up,
stocking tops clearly visible. I took some photos of her. She didn't
seem the least embarrassed or self-conscious.
We danced and danced. There was a real girl in there with her boyfriend
who seemed to think it was her duty to pinch the bottoms of all the t-
girls. She seemed to enjoy it and we didn't complain. I learned a
valuable lesson. I had a handbag with a short strap that I placed at the
edge of the dance floor. But when I went back to retrieve it, it wasn't
there. Panic.
I asked Rowena to help me find it, but the effects of the alcohol were
so great that she was no help at all. So I went back to search on my own
and luckily I found it. It was on the opposite side of the dance floor
to where I had placed it. I suspected that this was the same girl
playing a practical joke.
But I learned my third lesson of the night. The following week I bought
a handbag with a longer strap that I could hang over my shoulder when
dancing. Since then I have mainly used this sort of bag.
I learned another lesson when I went to the ladies. Marie was in there,
touching up her makeup. "Going for the tousled look?" she asked me.
I wasn't. But I hadn't realised that I needed to take a hairbrush with
me in my bag or my hair would look like a bush. It was probably about
now that I realised that my eyeliner was smudged.
I had a lot to learn for my next night out:
? Check my makeup
? Check my tights/stockings carefully in the mirror
? Don't leave my handbag lying around
? Take a hairbrush with me
I walked back to the hotel with Rowena, arm in arm to provide stability
while struggling in heels after several bottles of Smirnoff Ice. My room
was opposite Rowena's. We said good night but Rowena couldn't find her
key.
Should I invite her into my room? Was that what she was angling for? Was
that what I wanted? Eventually by tipping the contents of her handbag
onto the floor, she found the key.
I cleaned off my makeup and got into bed at 3.45.
In my plans I hadn't really considered next morning's breakfast. I had
assumed that everyone would be in drab. But no, many of the girls would
be en femme. What the hell...
I woke up early, too early. It was on with the makeup again, the wig and
a girly mini-dress and down for breakfast at nine. Tired? Of course.
After breakfast it was back to my room to clean myself up again, change
and pack.
I got away around 10.30 and the drive home which was uneventful. Would I
do it again? Of course. We had tentatively agreed a date to visit
Manchester in April. Heading back home with my suitcase of clothes and a
bag full of cosmetics in the boot, I was elated.
Dottie
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