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FLAT MATES
Chapter 2: My first visit to a Tranny Club
Having told Gloria that everything was "cool" between us, she then
proceeded to shock me with her next statement. "If you wouldn't be
embarrassed to be seen out in public with me," Gloria continued, "why
don't you come with me to the club tonight? The band you say you like so
much are playing again and I am sure you would enjoy yourself."
"I'm not sure," I answered. "I would really like to hear the band but I'm
not confident about going into a gay and tranny bar. I'd stand out like a
sore thumb." Gloria hastened to reassure me that on live-band nights
quite a few straight guys attended but I still was nervous about the
whole thing.
"Look," said Gloria. "I've got an idea. If you are nervous about going as
yourself, why don't we dress you up a bit and you can pretend you are
playing a part in a play?"
I backed off sharply. "Sorry," I said, "but there is no way you are going
to get me into a dress!"
"That wasn't what I was thinking of," Gloria responded. "My idea is to go
for a slightly androgynous metrosexual look. If we tidied up your hair a
bit; applied a little discrete make-up to your eyes; and you wear some of
your brighter coloured clothes, you will blend in the crowd but, at the
same time, not be too outrageously over the top."
I still wasn't certain, but Gloria pleaded with me to let her try and, as
we still had most of the afternoon ahead of us, I finally agreed to let
her see what she could achieve - with the proviso that if I wasn't happy
with the result, I could veto the whole idea. Gloria agreed and
immediately set about my transformation!
"The first thing you need to do," she started, "is to give yourself a
very close shave; take a shower and wash your hair. (I hadn't cut my hair
since coming up to University as the perceived "cool" image was for
longish hair held back in a small ponytail. My hair was coming along
nicely although it was still a lot shorter than Gavin's). I did as I was
instructed and 10 minutes later was back in "Gloria's room" with a towel
wrapped round my waist. "I'll deal with your hair in a minute," said
Gloria. "But first why don't you get out those clothes you bought at the
Vintage Emporium the other day." ("Retro" was currently cool, so I had
been busy building up my wardrobe through visits to charity and vintage
clothing shops. Only a few days previously I had struck lucky and found a
cache of wonderful garments.)
I hurried to my bedroom where I got rid of the towel and pulled on a pair
of underpants and my dressing gown. I took a number of hangers out of my
wardrobe on which hung my new purchases. I took them in to Gloria. She
held each hanger up to the light and gave the clothes on it a serious
scrutiny. "I think the cream flared trousers and the blue velvet jacket,"
she said. "You don't have an appropriate shirt, but I can find something
that will work with them."
"I think we ought to start with your make-up," she continued. "I promise
I won't do anything extreme, but a little "grooming" won't go amiss." She
sat me down in front of her dressing table and proceeded to apply a
little pale blue and white eye-shadow to my lids and to emphasise my eyes
with a little mascara and liner. A very pale pink gloss was smoothed over
my lips and my nails were trimmed, shaped, and painted with an almost
neutral, semi-gloss, pink varnish. Whilst my nails were drying, Gloria
got out her hair-dryer and brush and started blow-drying my hair. She
teased away at it and, when she was finished, I saw that she had given it
much more volume. It was still my basic hairstyle but now it fell gently
in waves around my face. Together with the make-up, my image was softened
and - yes - more feminine!
"Now let's get you dressed," announced Gloria. "Try this on." She passed
me a navy-blue shirt, decorated with a pattern of big red roses. At least
I thought it was a shirt until I came to try it on when I discovered, to
my horror, that it was actually a ladies' blouse! "I can't wear this," I
protested.
"Nonsense," Gloria replied, "it is a great shirt and will go really well
with your jacket. It used to be a favourite of mine until I lost weight
and it was too big for me. I couldn't bear to get rid of it so it has
been hanging in the back of my closet for ages. I'm so glad to find
another excuse to give it an outing."
Grumbling I pulled it on. I had to admit it did fit well, if a little
snugly across the shoulders. Obviously it buttoned on the wrong side, as
far as I was concerned; and had a narrow frill running round the front
and at the cuffs. I eventually managed to fasten the small, pearl
buttons. Gloria looked at me critically.
"I think you should leave the top two buttons undone," she mussed and,
reaching across, did just that. "Now try your trousers," she continued
and I hastily stepped into them and pulled them up. They were a genuine
pair of 1970's trousers with narrow legs at the top, flaring below the
knee into a turn-up that completely covered my feet. They were very snug
fitting around my hips, with the belt-line being at "hipster" level.
"No, no, no," Gloria shrieked, "that won't do at all. Ladies worry about
showing a panty-line; but your boxers are a positive disgrace; they bulge
out all over the place. They simply will not do with those trousers! Get
them off and try these." She passed me a simple white thong. "I know it's
a girl's garment," said Gloria, "but I know from experience it is wide
enough in the crotch to hold you securely in place and it won't show
lines all over your bum!"
I turned my back on her and swapped over underwear. I pulled my trousers
back into place and Gloria had me turn slowly round before expressing
herself satisfied that nothing untoward was visible.
"I think this will go well with the shirt," mussed Gloria, passing me a
narrow red belt to thread through the loops on my trousers. When it place
it did complement the shirt but, like that garment, was clearly feminine;
the butterfly buckle was a bit of a give away for a start! Still I had
agreed to let Gloria complete her work before exercising my veto, so I
bit my tongue and let her continue.
Next up, she fastened a heavy gold chain around my neck. On it hung a
medallion, embossed with the Yin and Yang symbols of polar opposites. (In
my case I guessed "male/female"). Gloria allowed me to buckle my gold
coloured watch on my left wrist, before fastening a gold charm bracelet
on my right. Only two charms hung from the bracelet; tiny figurines of
Mars and Venus - once again an open comment on my androgynous state.
Gloria then clipped a pair of pearl earrings to my lobes. "I'm glad to
have found a use for these," she enthused. "I picked up a box of odds and
ends of jewellery in a charity shop the other day and amongst the stuff
were a few pairs of clip-on earrings. They are no use to me and I was
about to sling them in the dustbin. They look good on you, however!"
"Try the jacket," was Gloria's next command, so I shrugged my way into
it. It was also a genuine 1970's item and, given its age, in surprisingly
good condition. Single breasted, it was tightly waisted and fastened with
a single button. "Mmm, gorgeous," Gloria murmured, fussing around until
the frills at the neck and cuffs of my shirt were arranged to her liking.
She undid a further button on the blouse. "I think the way your pendent
nestles in your chest hair is very sexy," she announced. "At one and the
same time it screams both masculine and feminine; just the effect I was
trying to achieve!"
This only left my feet unsorted. My toes just about protruded from under
my flared turn-ups but I was still unshod. Gloria passed me a pair of
tan, nylon, knee-high stockings. Well, "in for a penny, in for a pound" I
thought resignedly and, sitting down, I pulled them on, taking care not
to ladder them by snagging the material on my toe-nails. Gloria then
knelt on the floor and slipped my feet into a pair of red leather, zip-
sided, ankle-boots. They were quite obviously ladies' shoes, a fact which
the two inch heel did nothing to disguise! "Stand up and let's take a
look at you," commanded Gloria. I did as she said and stood there whilst
she walked slowly round me. "Well if I do say it myself, I've achieved
exactly the image I wanted," she announced. "What do you think?"
I turned to the full-length mirror on the wall. The image of a very
different person to the one I was used to gazed back at me. It was
clearly still "me", but softer, more feminine. The make-up I was wearing
wasn't immediately obvious to a casual glance but definitely enhanced the
appearance of my eyes, whilst the gently waving hair softened the
contours of my face. The blue and red-flowered blouse went surprisingly
well with my navy-blue velvet jacket and the flares on my trousers
effectively hid my heeled boots from sight until I started walking. I had
to admit I rather liked what I saw; it wasn't what I was used to but I
certainly didn't look ridiculous.
"I can't believe what you have done," I stammered. "I thought I would
look some sort of painted fool, but I don't; I really like what you have
done."
"Then you'll come out with me to the club tonight?" squealed Gloria in
excitement.
I had trapped myself. Because I hadn't been dismayed by my appearance, I
had tacitly accepted that I would be willing to go out in public dressed
as I was. "OK," I sighed, "I guess I can't argue with you. You have done
what you said you would and I will stand by my side of the bargain."
"Ooh you will make a scrumptious date," enthused Gloria, "the other girls
will eat their hearts out!" Seeing a look of horror flit across my face,
she laughed. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm not going to eat you; we are
"mates." Remember, I'm just going to make sure we milk the opportunity
for a bit of fun for all that its worth! Now, if you are ready, we had
better call a cab. I don't think you are ready to get on a bus dressed
like that just yet!"
Gloria passed me a blue leather shoulder bag. "You aren't going to get
anything in your pockets without totally ruining the line of your
clothes," she informed me. "Tonight you are going to have to carry a
purse like the rest of us girls!" Much as I hated the idea of carrying a
handbag, I could see the logic of what she was saying, so quickly
transferred my wallet, ID, phone, and keys into my new bag. We were ready
for the "off"; what had I let myself in for?
It didn't take long for our cab to turn up at our door. I was a bit
worried about the reaction of the driver, but I needn't have bothered.
"Evening girls," he greeted us. "Off to the Village are we?"
"Yes," replied Gloria, "the Purple Python please. (For those who don't
know, "The Village" in Manchester is an area noted for its warm welcome
to gays, lesbians, and the transgendered.) There wasn't much traffic
about and before long we were pulling up outside the Purple Python. Like
many cities, Manchester had a lively club scene with new venues arising
and others disappearing all the time. The "Purple Python" had proved to
be an exception and had become a popular venue, noted for its live music
and spectacular drag acts. Tonight, I was relieved to learn, was a music
night; any drag would strictly be amongst the clientele!
There was a queue of people at the door waiting to get in, but Gloria was
obviously known as a regular visitor as we bypassed the line and gained
immediate admittance. "Thanks George," said Gloria to the doorman, giving
him a quick peck on the cheek. "Come and see me when it's your break and
I'll buy you a beer."
"Thanks Gloria," George responded, "see you later."
Gloria checked her coat and we descended into the basement where the club
was situated. It was really very smartly decorated and I could see why it
would be popular. There was a large bandstand to one side of the room and
a small stage on the other. Ranged between were a number of tables, not
too closely packed for comfort; whilst round the walls alcoves provided
areas of greater privacy. The place was already quite crowded and Gloria
looked around to see if any of her friends were in.
"There they are," she squealed and hurried me over to a large table near
the stage where some four or five girls were already seated. Well I say
"girls" and, looking at them I couldn't be absolutely sure, but I guess
most, if not all were cross-dressed men. "Keriss, let me introduce Tessa,
Tanya, Simone, Suzy, and Phyllis. Girls this is Kerris."
Now Gavin/Gloria normally addressed me as "KT", as did all my other
friends. For some reason, tonight she had decided it was necessary to use
my "Sunday best" name; the one that I hated.
"Oh no," I groaned. "Please don't call me "Kerris," make it "KT," like
the rest of my friends."
"Ooh I knew it," shrieked the girl called Suzy. "She may not be fully
dressed yet but she is still a girl at heart. Welcome "Katy," come and
sit beside me."
I groaned inwardly; I'd made another mistake. By innocently giving them
the name by which I was usually known, I had made them think I thought of
myself as a female. I grinned weakly; "Well that's not how it is normally
pronounced, but I guess I will have to live with it; "Katy," it is!" The
girls all clapped as I sat down next to Suzy, who shuffled along the
banquette to give me room.
"So you are Gloria's mysterious flat mate," Suzy said, with a wicked
grin. "She has told us all about you and we have been so eager to meet
you. And here you are at last!"
"Well I hope she hasn't told you anything awful about me," I said in
reply. "Because if she has its all lies."
"Not at all," responded Suzy "She says you are a great flat mate and that
it was a lucky day for her when you turned up."
"Then its all true," I laughed. Gloria's face turned red; "Honestly I
haven't said much about you at all," she protested. "This lot are just so
nosey!!"
"Its OK," I reassured her. "I'm sure any friends of yours will be people
I would like to get to know." This remark produced a ripple of applause
and a few smiles around the table.
Drinks were quickly ordered and in no time at all I found myself being
quizzed about my background; reason for being in Manchester; and why I
was only partially cross-dressed. I hastened to explain that I wasn't
actually a transvestite and had only dressed in this way to please
Gloria. "I don't believe you," asserted Suzy. "The fact that you were
prepared to turn up here tonight dressed like that knowing you were going
to meet new people means that, at heart, you are just like the rest of
us; men with a strong feminine side which they enjoy displaying. Mark my
words; one day you will come to accept that this is true."
I decided I had protested enough and that further denials would be
counterproductive. Fortunately, just then, it was announced that the band
were about to play their first set and we all settled back to enjoy the
music. They really were very good and I was please to find that all the
things I liked them for were actually in their music and not the result
of some electronic trickery in the recording studio. They played for
three-quarters of an hour and then an intermission was announced. The
girls all leapt up and hurried off to the ladies room. I called out I
would get the next round of drinks in. Accordingly I strolled over to the
bar. As I was waiting for the barman to pour my drinks, I became
conscious that the man standing next to me was scrutinising me most
carefully. When I realised I had noticed what he was up to, he looked me
in the eye, smiled, and said; "Hallo gorgeous; are you on your own
tonight?" I didn't know what to say; it was my worst nightmare coming
true. Here I was in a gay bar; partially dressed in women's clothing;
being chatted up by some predatory male! My tongue stuck to the roof of
my mouth and I found I couldn't say anything in reply. "Cat caught your
tongue?" he continued. "A lovely little thing like you shouldn't be out
in the big bad world all on your own. Let me buy you a drink and we can
get to know each other better."
By now I was really panicking. Suddenly, to my profound relief, a
friendly voice intervened. "Shove off Alec; this one's mine; I saw him
first." It was Gloria, and I had never been so glad to see anyone in my
life! "Oh Gloria, he's with you is he? Well in that case no hard
feelings. I'm sorry I scared you." This last remark was addressed to me.
"My name's Alec and, as Gloria will tell you, I'm really quite harmless.
But you are a real turn on and I couldn't resist trying my luck with
you."
"Not at all," I stammered, "think nothing of it." Just then my tray of
drinks arrived and picking it up I hurried back to the table with Gloria.
"Thank goodness you turned up when you did," I said. "I just didn't know
what to do," Gloria laughed. "Oh Alec is alright. As you must have
realised he is a gay as they come but, for some reason, he can't resist
trying it on with any new trannies who come in, even though he knows that
the likelihood is that most of us are straight. "But I'm not a tranny," I
protested.
"Well strictly maybe not," Gloria replied, "But to the casual observer
you do look pretty feminine. I'm sorry if my wanting you to join me
tonight has caused you too much embarrassment. I promise I won't put
pressure on you again."
"It's OK," I replied. "I knew I was laying myself open to this sort of
treatment when I agreed to dress this way and come to the club. It's just
that when something actually happened, it came as a bit of a shock. Apart
from anything else, no-one has ever told me I look gorgeous before!" We
all broke into laughter and this served to dispel the tension.
The band started its second set and, by the time they had finished
playing, Gloria and I had decided it was time to call it a night. We both
had early starts at Uni in the morning. We made our farewells to the rest
of the party and I was touched by the genuine warmth shown me by the
girls with their wishes that they hoped we might meet again soon.
"Remember," Suzy whispered in my ear, "next time it's a dress for you
young lady!"
"In your dreams," I responded with a laugh and we all parted good
friends. As Gloria was collecting her coat, Alec came up to me. "I'm
really sorry about what happened earlier," he said quietly. "Suzy has
told me how you come to be here and that it is your first time even
partially dressed. I hope I haven't scared you off from coming again.
Maybe next time we can have a drink together without any side agenda." I
assured him I had recovered from my shock. "I'd be happy to have a drink
with you," I told him, "but it is highly unlikely I'll be in here again;
this has definitely been a "one-off," for me!"
"Well you never know," Alec replied, "Look out for me if you do come in."
We shook hands and Gloria and I left the club in search of a taxi.
Fortunately we found one quite easily and within twenty minutes we were
safely back inside our house in Gladwin Road.
We collapsed into two chairs and kicked our heels off. (I had a bit of a
struggle with the zips on mine!) "I never realised how tired your feet
get in heels," I grumbled. "Well we women have to suffer for our beauty,"
smiled Gloria. "Did you enjoy yourself this evening?" Surprisingly,
against all expectations, I did," I replied. The band was brilliant and
your friends are great. I was afraid they would be all camp and gushy,
but they are really very nice and normal. Tessa, Simone and I had a long
chat about whether City or United are going to take the Championship this
year. Gloria laughed out loud and it was some while before she could
recover her composure. "Look, one thing you need to realise is that
trannies and cross-dressers are men just like you. They enjoy the same
things you do. It is just that from time to time they need to express
their feminine side by dressing up. Don't confuse us with transsexuals,
who are driven by a totally different agenda."
I groaned that I was too tired tonight to get embroiled in the finer
distinctions between different reasons why men might want to wear
dresses. "OK," said Gloria. "Let's turn in. Do you want a hand with
removing your make-up?" I thanked her but said no; she had explained the
process earlier and had given me a couple of bottles of make-up remover
and a roll of cotton wool. "Just get the face paint off tonight," advised
Gloria; "Leave your nails to the morning and I'll give you a hand. We
said our goodnights and Gloria leaned over and gave me a peck on the
cheek. "I just want to say "thank you". You are very brave to have gone
along with my suggestion and I'm really glad you had a good time. As you
have never felt the drive to cross-dress it was quite something for you
to do for me, and I appreciate that very much." We retired to our rooms
and, after carefully cleaning my face; I collapsed into bed, conscious
that I had had just a bit too much to drink!
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