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Lizzie and Madison go out (This is entirely a work of fiction.) Sunday evening. Paul answered the phone. "Hello." "Hi, Madison. Lizzie here." Paul is a crossdresser. Madison is his femme name. "Hi, Lizzie." Lizzie is also a crossdresser whose real name is Simon. Simon is Paul's best friend. Simon and Paul (as Lizzie and Madison) regularly enjoy nights out together. They were planning a night out together the following Wednesday, probably meeting up with fellow crossdressers or t-girls as they liked to call themselves. Lizzie and Madison's friendship is totally Platonic and they have no secrets from each other. They tell each other everything and I mean everything. "Still on for Wednesday, I hope," said Madison. "Oh yes," said Lizzie, "but there is something I want to discuss with you." "Oh yes." Lizzie said, "I'd like your advice on a dress." This was unusual. Lizzie rarely asked for advice. "That you want to wear on Wednesday?" Madison asked. "Maybe," said Lizzie. "Maybe not." "Can't decide, eh? So what's wrong with the dress? Too short? Too long? Too revealing? Too plain?" Madison laughed. "Let me explain," said Lizzie. "Last Wednesday I made a last minute decision to go out in the Village on my own. I got dressed at home after work, drove over to the Village about ten and had a quiet but fun time. I was just about to leave and drive home when I met a guy called Sheldon." "Sheldon? Is that his first name or his last name?" Madison asked. "No idea. I was on my own, sitting on a bar stool and leaning on the bar in Precious, sipping my drink through a straw when he came in. He saw I was Betty No-Mates and politely asked me if he could join me and buy me a drink. I accepted and we must have chatted for an hour, he was good company and he must have bought me three or four drinks. Non- alcoholic off course. I was driving. I didn't have to pay once. One of the benefits of being a t-girl, I guess. Eventually around two he said he was sorry but he had to go. He had to start work at seven." "You didn't take him to the backseat of your car for a bit of... ?" Madison asked. "No I didn't. I swear nothing took place between us; not a kiss, no holding hands, not even a little footsy. As he said goodbye, he said he hoped he'd see me in Precious again some time. He said he liked t-girls and he particularly liked sissy t-girls," Lizzie revealed. "I think I can guess where this is going," said Madison. Lizzie ignored her. "He didn't give me a phone number, an email address or even a Facebook name. He just said goodbye and left. I slowly supped up, slipped out the side door and then drove back home." "And you were totally sober?" Madison teased. "I was. Totally. I thought no more about it until Saturday's post arrived. There was a grey parcel. Soft and squidgy like if you buy some clothes on eBay." "What was it? I bet it was a sissy dress. All frilly and girly." "I sat on my settee and opened the parcel. There was another packet inside with some writing on it. It said, 'Please wear this next Wednesday, Sheldon x.' Now I was curious. I ripped open the parcel in a hurry and inside I found ..." "Oh come on, tell me," Madison said impatiently. "There was a Little Red Riding Hood costume - the sexy version. It was a red, peasant-style mini-dress with white ruffle top and puff cap sleeves. It had a waistcoat style bodice with lace-up corset style front and a bow at the back. Under the skirt were three layers of sewn- in tutu petticoats one red, then one white, then one black. "Of course there was a matching red hooded cape, not forgetting a pair of matching red and black panties, black lace fingerless gloves and black hold-up fishnet stockings. To set it off there was a little red velvet bag for Little Red Riding Hood to carry," Lizzie described. "How long was the dress?"Madison asked. "Oh, very short, Madison." "Did it fit?" asked Madison. "Yes, like a glove. Immediately I saw it I had to try it on. It was exactly my size," Lizzie said. "It was both innocent and sexy at the same time. Staring back at me from the mirror was an innocent little girl with her bag." "And this parcel came through the post?" "Yes." "How did he know your address?" Madison asked. "No idea." Lizzie said. "Maybe he waited when I left Precious and saw me get in my car. If he took the registration he may have some contacts in the police." "I suppose it's possible. And you don't know whether to wear this dress on Wednesday?" Madison asked. "That's right. Should I wear the dress, the cape, the stockings, the gloves and the bag, all with a pair of Mary Jane shoes?" "And you want my advice?" "In a nutshell, yes, Madison. Is it OK to go out in the 'Village' looking like a little girl in a very short sissy dress? Every time there is a gust of wind, the skirt and petticoats will flip up in a Marilyn Monroe moment showing my fishnet stocking tops and panties. I will get a lot of attention but won't everyone think I'm some kind of pervert," Lizzie said. "Perhaps I should stick to the tried and tested and wear my favourite black mini-dress." "But you obviously haven't ruled out wearing the Little Red Riding Hood's costume or you wouldn't have phoned me," Madison concluded. " I guess," Lizzie said. "Which would you prefer to wear, Lizzie?" "I don't know. What signal would it send to Sheldon if I turned up as a Little Red Riding Hood? That I would always do what he wants? That I like dressing as a slut?" "But your favourite black mini-dress is very short too. What signal would it send to Sheldon if you turned up in a skimpy mini-dress?" "Tell me about Sheldon," Madison inquired changing the subject. "Tall, muscly, charming, good looking, lovely smile, nice teeth, smartly dressed, around forty. I think he said he works in IT, travels a lot. Intelligent, witty, good conversationalist, good listener, treats a lady like a lady. Did I say he was Afro Caribbean? You can see why I don't want to snub him." "Sounds perfect. Any bad points?" "It was the first time I'd met him and he was on his best behaviour," said Lizzie. "But you fancied him? You wanted him to give you his number - to make a date. Right? "At the time I didn't think 'I must get his number' but when I got home, I regretted that I didn't ask him for it." "So you'd like to meet him again on Wednesday?" "To be honest, yes." "For a bit of BBC?" "I told you nothing happened between us." "But you can envisage some sexual chemistry?" "Did I say that?" said Lizzie keeping her cards close to her chest. "Can you be sure Sheldon will be in the village on Wednesday?" Madison asked coming in from a different angle. "I've no idea. He said I should wear the Little Red Riding Hood costume so I think he will be there but I've got no way of getting in touch. I thought I'd go to Precious where I saw him last week and hope I'd see him there." "Wearing the a Little Red Riding Hood costume?" "Possibly." "You didn't search for him on Facebook? There can't be too many people called Sheldon." "I did have a sneaky look but no joy." "Is he single? A significant other? Girlfriend? Boyfriend? Married? Maybe he wants a bit on the side. Most men do." "We talked for an hour without him mentioning a family, children, partner, whatever." "So he's married. Otherwise he'd have told you his status. I think I need to see you in this dress," said Madison. "Then I will be able to give you the benefit of my advice." "OK," said Lizzie. "What are you doing on tomorrow evening?" "Nothing." "OK, I'll come over to your place." Lizzie lived about 20 minutes drive from Madison. They usually shared lifts to the 'Village' on a Wednesday night. Lizzie was single which made things easier. Madison (or rather Paul) was married with a grown-up family. "I'll get there about 7.30. Just make sure you are wearing the dress." "OK, see you tomorrow." On Monday Madison (in male mode) arrived at Lizzie's five minutes late. Lizzie answered the door wearing the Little Red Riding Hood costume. Paul followed her inside and sat down in the living room. He had been to Lizzie's house many times before but mostly dressed as Madison. "OK, give us a twirl." Lizzie spun on her heels. She was wearing all the accessories and carrying the bag. "Panties showing?" she asked. "Nope." "Sexy?" "Very." "I'm still not sure. Is it too girly? What do you think Paul?" "What do I think? It's fabulous and I'm envious. You look cute and there's no such thing as being too girly. I love the dress and it goes well with those shoes. I thought we were talking about some cheap trashy nylon costume that you buy for ?15 wear once and gets ripped. But this is clearly a quality garment - the de luxe version. I checked on the Internet. These costumes cost around ?200." "?200? Really?" said Lizzie. "Oh yes. If you don't want the dress I'll have it. And I'd wear it in the Village on Wednesday. I will. Seriously, I will, Lizzie." Lizzie didn't seem convinced. She still looked a bit worried particularly now she knew how much Sheldon had spent on her. "OK I'll wear the costume. If it costs ?200 I can't let Sheldon down." "Good girl," said Paul. Lizzie stood up and pulled her dress down as much as it would go. "OK that's definite then. Is Madison driving, Paul?" "Yes. If it would make you feel more comfortable I could wear a girly costume too. I have several girly costumes at home.2 "Such as?" "Let me think. I have a French maid's uniform, a PVC nurses uniform, an Alice in Wonderland dress, a girly gingham dress, a cheerleader's uniform, a Japanese Lolita dress, a satin baby pink sissy dress and a school uniform," Paul confessed. "You never told me about these before, Paul." "You never asked." "And if you had to choose one for Wednesday what would it be? The pink sissy dress, I suppose. Of course I'd have a more conventional outfit in the trunk of the car. Just I case." "OK. The pink sissy dress it is. And can I have a more conventional outfit in the trunk of the car too?" "Sure." As she drove home Madison wondered why I'd been so stupid as to volunteer to wear a shiny pink sissy dress for a night out. It was very short and very sissy and she had never worn it or anything like it outside the house. When she got home she slipped into one of the spare bedrooms. Now the youngsters have left home this room doubles as Madison's dressing room. Here she has a large wardrobe full of dresses and skirts and a chest of drawers chock full of underwear, tights, stockings and tops. She held the pink frilly dress up in front of the full-length mirror. It had a white cotton bodice and white chiffon puff-ball sleeves but most of the dress was made from shiny pink satin, with plenty of white lace rim and a satin bow fixed at the front. It had an elasticated waist and could be worn with or without a white lacy apron. She could wear it with a white hair flower and panties to match the dress, white stockings and suspenders and pink pump shoes. She'd carry a small, sissy bag also in pink and white. It was a bit sissy. Why had she suggested the idea? Was she jealous of Lizzie and the attention she'd get as Little Red Riding Hood? Maybe subconsciously she was jealous. Sheldon had said that he liked sissy t-girls. Madison held the other outfits in front of her in turn. Did she have something else she could wear that was not so sissy? The French maid's uniform? No, too servile. The nurse's uniform? Too hackneyed. The blue Alice in Wonderland dress? Too babyish. The girly blue gingham dress (that was one of her favourites)? Not right for the village. The cheerleader's uniform? Just a clich?. The Lolita dress? Too long. The school uniform? Trite. It would have to be the pink dress. 'I'll sleep on it,' she thought. When she considered the situation the next day she resigned herself to the fact that she had little choice but to wear the pink satin sissy dress. On the Wednesday around 6 o'clock, Madison said goodbye to her wife. She was conventionally dressed in a black, knee-length dress. Then she slipped upstairs, took off the black dress and hurriedly put on the pink sissy dress followed by a long winter coat. She didn't want her wife to know she was going out in the fetishy sissy dress. She shouted goodbye, picked up the bag containing the change of clothes and headed out to the car. Were any neighbours looking? It was around 6.10 and still light as she climbed in the car and drove to Lizzie's. At Lizzie's Madison took off her winter coat and hid it in the car's trunk with her change of clothes. Lizzie was nearly ready. She was admiring herself in a full length mirror in her Little Red Riding Hood outfit. A t-girl can never ignore a mirror - she has to look in it. Lizzie just loves those mirrors that they have behind the bar of a club. She can admire herself while ordering drinks. Madison checked her own makeup in Lizzie's mirror. She had too much eyeliner for a little sissy but for some reason it was much easier putting it on than taking it off. Eventually she was satisfied and she put the eye-liner back in her makeup bag. Lizzie was doing the final touches and brushing her wig. "That dress is short," Madison commented. "But it will do. No time to change now." Lizzie pulled the dress down. She was wearing the fishnets and Mary Jane shoes and of course the red cape. "I must say the outfit looks good on you," Madison said. "Your legs look great." "Thanks." Madison had several wigs of different colours; black, brunette, brunette with blonde highlights, dirty blonde, strawberry blonde, ginger, copper and platinum blonde. It always took some time to decide which one she would wear. Today she was wearing the brunette bob wig. It was a sensible length and it didn't dangle in the way all the time like a longer wig can. Lizzie on the other hand had only three wigs - all in exactly the same style and colour. They suited her so she had never experimented with being blonde or ginger. It was dark brown, shoulder length for her every time. Lizzie put her spare outfit in the trunk too and got in the passenger seat. Madison headed for the village. As she drove, the hem of her sissy dress rose and rose. Her white stocking tops were showing but she didn't care. It didn't take long to get there. Madison parked in a side street, took off her flat driving shoes and put on pumps with a three-inch heel. She checked her bag. It needed organising. Madison needed a purse, a phone and a camera. Then she added tissues, lipstick, mascara, a folding hair brush and, of course, her keys. "Ready?" "Ready." Some people call Madison by the nickname Maddy but Paul doesn't like that. Paul chose the name Madison deliberately. Paul is rather a dull, common name and Paul wanted something more exotic. It's Madison OK so don't mess with it. Paul is six feet tall and as you will have gathered by now, he likes wearing women's clothes. Why? He doesn't really know except he enjoys trying to make himself pretty. He does it because ... oh, he doesn't know. He does it because he does it. Paul could never pass as a girl. His height, his face, his voice are all too masculine, but Paul just loves pulling on a short dress, showing off his long legs, slapping on the makeup and being one of the girls. Paul likes to think of himself as normal. He has a wife and a couple of grown-up kids. He dresses like this to please just one person. Himself. Paul has no interest in getting laid. He has no interest in men. He does this for fun. Getting dressed as Madison is a serious business. It normally takes a long time to decide on the wig, the shoes, the dress, the shoes. When she has finished it is like a work of art. She is nearer 50 than 40 but when she is dolled up she looks 10 or 15 years younger. Her hair is no longer grey, no longer receding - all covered by a wig. Lizzie is far more passable. A tinge of jealousy runs through Madison like a river. 'She looks so much better than me,' Madison thinks. Passable and pretty - the bitch. Her make-up was superb. Madison needn't have worried about wearing too much eye-liner as Lizzie is wearing far more. Still she looks great. They left the car. Neither of them bothered about a coat despite the cold weather. A coat could easily get left behind somewhere or even stolen. They headed for the centre of the village. However many times Paul has been out as Madison, she still gets a huge buzz from getting out of the car and going public. She swung her legs out first. It is the only way of getting out of the car in a short dress and staying decent. Her legs felt cold - nylons never provide much warmth. The wind blew up Madison's sissy dress as they walked, making her butt cold. She was tottering in her heels - she tried to walk carefully and confidently in a feminine way. It was starting to get dark and nobody seemed to notice or care about two t-girls walking along the street. Their sissy dresses were on show for anyone to see. Not that Lizzie and Madison felt self-conscious. On the contrary, they were proud of their sissy dresses. "Where do you fancy going for a drink?" Lizzie asked. This early in the evening many of the clubs hadn't opened yet. There were four or five restaurants open nearby. "What about the Cock and Bull?" Madison said. Madison hadn't been in The Cock and Bull (sometimes just called the Cock) for some time. It wasn't far away. It is a bit like a typical workingman's pub but being in the Village its clientele was very - how shall I say - in eclectic mix. There would be lots of men enjoying a pint of bitter eyeing each other up but being Wednesday there would a fair few t-girls at the start of a night out. Whenever Madison walks into the Cock, she always feels that a dozen pairs of eyes are staring at her, following her as she goes up to the bar. Madison doesn't mind. She wants to be noticed. It took her nearly two hours to look like this and so she doesn't want to hide. She is showing off a bit of thigh and dressed as a sissy. They agreed on The Cock and Bull. Madison went in first, taking short, confident steps up to the bar. Looking round Madison saw five or six other t-girls sitting around two or three tables and one more t-girl leaning on the bar chatting to the locals, dressed in a little girl's dress, Mary Jane shoes, white knee high socks, her hair tied in bunches. "Two gin and tonics please," Madison ordered. "Doubles." 'She's driving,' thought Lizzie. Madison paid and grabbed two straws - necessary to protect a girl's lipstick. "Shall we sit down?" Lizzie asked. Madison nodded. The night was young. She'll be wearing high heels all night. She had to protect her ankles. They nodded hello to the other t- girls and sat down at an empty table. Were all the other girls admiring Madison's pink sissy dress and Lizzie's Red Riding Hood costume? Madison crossed her legs and her dress again rode high up her thighs. Madison made no attempt to pull the dress down. As she said, if you've got it flaunt it. Lizzie's dress also rode up and revealed more of her thighs. She was practically indecent but they didn't care. The Red Riding Hood costume was great. They sipped their gins through the straws. This was fun. Another t-girl they know well called Natalie came in. Seeing us, she gave us a little girly wave as she went to the bar, bought a drink, collected a straw and walked over to our table. Her makeup was done up to the nines and she was wearing a very short, black PVC ballerina dress. Madison has always been envious of that dress. Sure, being made of black PVC it is a bit fetishy, but they would probably see a lot worse before the night was out. The dress hangs nicely and sways as Natalie walks. Madison has always liked skirts and dresses that flair out; pleated skirts and skater dresses. She'd love to have a dress like Natalie's if it was comfortable. Natalie was wearing the dress with black leather knee high boots and a black studded choker. "Hi, Natalie," Madison said. "Hi, Madison. Hi, Lizzie." Madison stood up to say hello, smoothed down her sissy dress without thinking as she did so and gave Natalie a kiss on each cheek. Funny but in male mode Madison would never have dreamed of kissing another guy. But when she dresses like a girl, she tries to act like a girl. Lizzie stood up and kissed Natalie too. We all sat down. Natalie too suffered from rising hem syndrome as she sat down. She was just about respectable - if you can be respectable in a fetish dress. Madison doesn't see Natalie very often but she is good company. She is very pretty and feminine and loves short dresses. Don't they all? "Lovely outfit," Natalie said to Lizzie. "And I love yours too, Madison." "Thank you, Natalie," said Madison. They chatted away, talking of our latest exploits. They chatted about nights out, dresses, wigs, shoes, handbags and planned the evening ahead. They also took a few photos which they would share by email later in the week. Madison actually first met Lizzie because she had a few photos on the picture sharing website Flickr. Nice ones. Nothing smutty. Madison also had a few photos on Flickr. Madison sent Lizzie a message and before long they were communicating every few days or so. From there they extended into chat and now they often chatted when they were both at home. Foregoing the opportunity of a second gin, Lizzie and Madison headed for a smart bar/restaurant called Hannibal. Natalie said that she had already eaten so she remained in the Cock and Bull sipping her drink, enjoying the stares she got in that PVC dress and showing off her gorgeous legs. Lizzie suggested they all meet up later, about nine in Bar 3000. Madison checked she had Natalie's number stored on her phone. "I'll text you if there is any change of plan," Madison said to her. Often it is difficult to hear the phone ringing in a noisy bar. Texts are better. "OK, have a nice meal. Bye." So Lizzie and Madison minced over to the door leaving Natalie on her own sitting, drinking and revealing a lot of thigh. Stockings are no protection on a cold night, are they? Dusk had turned into night and the street lights were twinkling. The early spring weather was cold but dry. Lizzie and Madison walked as quickly as they could in their heels towards Hannibal. "I saw you," said Lizzie. "Saw me what?" said Madison. "Looking at Natalie's legs." "I wasn't looking at her legs, Lizzie." "What were you looking at then?" she asked. "Well if you want to know the truth, I was looking at her dress," said Madison. "It's nice isn't it? You'd like it, wouldn't you?" "Well I guess Natalie is a couple of sizes smaller than me but if I could get a dress like that in my size, I'd love it - even better if I had the body to go with it." Lizzie laughed. "Same here. I like that dress." "So you're into fetish, first a Red Riding Hood costume and then wishing for a PVC dress?" Madison remarked. "There's nothing wrong with fetish gear," said Lizzie. "That dress of Natalie's looks fantastic." "But a bit kinky?" Madison asked. "Who are you to talk wearing a pink sissy dress? Anyway if you can't be kinky in the village, where can you be?" said Lizzie. "Good point but isn't PVC a bit sweaty." "That's one of the things that worries me, Madison. Are they too hot? Is the fabric supple enough to be comfortable? But if I saw a dress like that in a shop, I think I would buy it." "And wear it in the Village?" Madison asked. "Well there's no point in buying something and not wearing it," Lizzie replied. "Do you fancy her?" she asked Madison. "Who?" "Natalie. Do you fancy her?" "Don't be so ridiculous," Madison replied. "You do fancy her." Madison said nothing. "Admit it. You fancy her. She's pretty, has nice legs and is very sexy in that latex dress. And she's very feminine - that's how you like them, isn't it?" Lizzie continued. Madison said nothing. There was no point in arguing with someone who didn't want to listen. "She fancies you too. I can tell. I bet you snog her by the end of the evening," Lizzie teased. "How can you tell she likes me?" Madison asked Lizzie stupidly. "You do fancy her. You wouldn't have asked if you didn't fancy her. And she does fancy you. It's in her body language." They were like two schoolgirls teasing each other in the playground. "I bet you a tenner that you'll snog someone before the night is out," Lizzie challenged. "Don't be so stupid." "No seriously, I bet you a tenner that you'll snog a t-girl tonight." "OK then. You're on." The easiest ten pounds I'll ever earn, Madison thought. The bar at Hannibal is on the ground floor, the restaurant is the basement and upstairs is a hotel where Madison and Lizzie have stayed a few times. Hannibal is only a five minute walk from The Cock and Bull. They arrived there just before seven and went downstairs to the restaurant. They were welcomed like two real girls and the waiter showed them to a table for two. They ordered a bottle of wine while they studied the menu. Madison was going easy on the wine but this and the gin meant that Madison was very relaxed by now. She was less conscious of the fact that she was a six foot tall man in high heels and a dress and was enjoying Lizzie's company - as always. But Madison was also thinking about Natalie. Did Natalie fancy her? Did she fancy Natalie? When the meal was over Madison needed to check her lipstick was still OK. Going to the toilet (or the bathroom as our friends across the pond say) is a little awkward for t-girls. Some bars have unisex toilets. If not, Madison goes in the ladies. There never seem to be enough ladies' cubicles. Often there is a queue to get in. It is common for there not to be enough space for both the queue and the girls leaning over the basins staring into the mirror to redo their makeup. This isn't a problem this early in the evening but every girl (t-girl or otherwise) always checks her lippy when visiting the ladies' room. Madison can remember one time when two girls were making out in one of the cubicles. As there only were two cubicles, the queue for the other one was very long. So Madison slipped casually into the men's room, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her tights and panties and used the urinal. Nobody seemed to notice! Or care. The food was good and the two t-girls took a few more photos of course. After paying, they saw it was ten past nine and they were already late for meeting Natalie. Feeling a little guilty they decided to stroll quickly to Bar 3000. Madison sent a text to Natalie saying they were on their way. The t-girls walked past a club called Shelly's. There was the usual group of smokers outside the entrance getting their fix of nicotine in the freezing night air. As we passed, Madison heard someone shout, "Madison." She stopped and turned to face the group. "Madison!" Madison heard her name again from the smokers group. "Who's that?" Madison said to Lizzie. "I don't know. We'd better go on and meet up with Natalie." Madison knew that girls are often fashionably late. "You go on. I'll catch up. I'll see you in Bar 3000 in a few minutes." "OK." One of the smokers group was now running awkwardly in heels towards Madison. Madison didn't recognise her. "Madison." Madison recognised the voice first. It sounded like Amy. As she got closer Madison realised that it was Amy, a t-girl friend of hers. But Amy hadn't been seen in the village for nearly a year. Madison had sent her emails, texts and voice-mails but Amy hadn't replied to any of them. Madison had been worried about her. And here she was back in the Village. She was younger than Madison, very pretty with big brown eyes. Her usual attire had been more conservative, normally black and business- like; a knee-length black skirt, flat shoes, a plain white or cream blouse, a black jacket, a dark wig. Now she was wearing a sportingly short pink mini-dress, matching pink sandals with a four-inch heel, plain coloured tights and a platinum blonde bob wig. No wonder Madison didn't recognise her. It took her a few seconds to realise that this beauty was her missing friend Amy. Madison walked over to her. "Amy. Long time no see. You look fabulous. I love the blonde look." "They say blondes have more fun," she said. "And this old dress is one of my favourites." Madison gave her a girly kiss on each cheek. "Where have you been? I must have sent you a dozen emails and texts and got no reply," Madison said. "I've been really worried about you." "I'm sorry, Madison. I've had all sorts of problems at home. I lost my job and my car failed its MOT. I had no money. I was booted out of the house so l couldn't pick up my emails..." It sounded a poor excuse. She could have gone to an Internet cafe or even a library, Madison thought. "Then I had to get a new phone." It wouldn't have taken her long to text me her new number. There must have been some other reason but then being a t-girl is not easy. "Are you with anyone?" Madison asked. "Lizzie is heading for Bar 3000 to meet Natalie. Do you want to come?" "Of course," she said. Madison looked into those big brown eyes. What secrets did they hide? She turned and was about to head towards Bar 3000 when Amy touched Madison on the shoulder. Madison swung round. Her lips were only millimetres away from Amy's. Amy started it, not Madison. Madison swears Amy started it. But suddenly their lips met in a long, lingering kiss. A gorgeous, long kiss that contained all the passion and pent-up emotions of not having seen Amy for nearly a year. Madison could taste stale tobacco on Amy's tongue. She felt the friction of the stubble of Amy's chin rubbing against hers and loved the fervour of the kiss. It was crazy. There were a dozen or so smokers a few yards away. They all watched silently as Madison was standing in the middle of the pedestrianised street kissing Amy. Then Madison remembered Lizzie's bet. Where was Lizzie? Was she still nearby? Could she see the two of them snogging? Maybe Madison had lost ten pounds but it was worth it. Maybe Lizzie would never know? Madison wouldn't tell her. What about her lipstick? She'd need to redo it. The kiss ended. "I hope I don't have to wait a year for the next one," Madison said. Amy laughed. "Another?" Madison nodded. Their mouths met and they kissed again. This time Amy lifted the hem of Madison's dress, showing Madison's stocking tops and suspenders to all and sundry. Amy started massaging Madison's ass and pulled her panties down a little. Madison was worried in case Amy pulled her panties right down to her knees. The kiss ended and Madison straightened her dress and panties. "Come on," Amy said breathlessly. Lizzie and Natalie will be wondering what has kept us. "How's my lippy?" "Smudged," laughed Amy. "We'd better slip inside and visit the little girls' room. We will be even more late but who cares?" They went in through the entrance to Shelly's, turned left and went up the staircase that led to the loos. Madison did a quick repair job on her lipstick and Amy fixed hers. Madison would have liked another snog as Amy looked so gorgeous in her short dress but they had to meet Lizzie and Natalie. "Ready?" she asked. "Sure," Madison said. Amy and Madison headed for Bar 3000. It is one of their favourite bars with a welcoming ambience. Lizzie and Madison usually spend some of the evening here. There are normally several t-girls in there on a Wednesday night and tonight was no exception. Lizzie and Natalie were standing near the bar, unable to get seats. Lizzie was buying the drinks. "Wow is that Amy?" Lizzie said. "You look great. That dress is fabulous. A little short but fabulous. We haven't seen you for some time. Can I get you a drink?" Lizzie asked Amy. "Just a half of lager, please," Amy replied. Lizzie ordered the lager and then paid for all the drinks. Madison had a mineral water. Lizzie and Madison both twirled in their sissy dresses which were both admired by Amy. They all chatted eagerly and took a few more photos, of Natalie in her PVC dress, blonde Amy in her pink mini-dress, Lizzie as Little Red Riding Hood and Madison in the pink sissy number. Time flew and after a few drinks, they realised that is was getting on towards midnight. Time for Precious. Lizzie said that we should go to the downstairs bar. Sheldon might be in there. They sat on barstools in the downstairs bar. It was where Lizzie had sat last week. They ordered a couple of drinks. Madison was still on soft drinks. They sat there chatting away for about 10 minutes when a black guy came into the room. He looked around and seeing Lizzie he smiled and came over to us. "Sheldon, this is my friend Madison," said Lizzie as she stood up and kissed him on the cheek. I stood up and kissed him too. "Well hello..." he said. "I'm Sheldon." He grabbed another bar stool and they all sat down, Madison and Lizzie desperately trying to stay decent in their short dresses. "Drink anyone?" asked Sheldon. As a creature of habit, they accepted - a gin and tonic for Lizzie and a J20 for Madison. When they all had our drinks and Sheldon had paid, he said to Lizzie. "So you're wearing the dress. I didn't think you would." "Why? I couldn't let you down, could I? And I haven't had the chance to say thank you. Thanks." "No problem. It's not embarrassing going out in a short, sissy dress, cape, fishnets and Mary Janes?" "it could be embarrassing," Lizzie said. "It's not too bad with Madison in a sissy dress too. You know, Madison likes the outfit so much she wanted to wear it, you know." "I'm glad you didn't let her. The dress makes you look so hot," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "I like the tutu petticoats. They're cute." Sheldon could hardly not have noticed the petticoats poking out from under the dress. "Yes, they go well with the Red Riding Hood dress. Thank you." "And I like the cape." "Yes, it's nice thank you." "The fishnets show off your sexy legs." "Thank you." Lizzie was almost blushing. "And the corset front sets off the whole outfit. Very sexy." "Thanks."" "I didn't expect you to bring the bag." "It's an integral part of the outfit." "Cool," said Sheldon. "I suppose I shouldn't ask if you're wearing the matching panties?" "No, you shouldn't ask and anyway I wouldn't tell you," said Lizzie. But Madison got the impression from the way Lizzie said it that she really did want him to ask and would take great pleasure in lifting the hem of her dress and her petticoats and showing him her underwear. Madison was already feeling that she was playing gooseberry so she said, "I'm going to see if I can find Amy. You guys enjoy yourselves. Take care and I'll see you later." She picked up her glass and headed upstairs. After not seeing Amy for a year she didn't want to let her out of her sight for five minutes. Madison hurried to the dance floor. No Amy. The other bar. Still no Amy. Back to the basement bar. Still no Amy but Sheldon and Lizzie were there kissing passionately. They had eyes only for each other and didn't see Madison so she did a quick about turn. Then she realised Amy was probably in the smoking area, an area - as a non-smoker - Madison never visits. Madison supped up the drink that she was still carrying, put down the glass and headed for the smoking area. A strong breeze blew cold air up Madison's dress as she went out of the door to the outside smoking area. Madison spotted Amy from the entrance. Amy's platinum blonde wig was easy to spot. Madison made her way towards her friend. As she got closer she realised that Amy was sitting on a settee with her legs across the thighs of a man. In this rather awkward position Amy and the man were sharing a long kiss. His hand had slipped under the hem of her pink dress. Eyes closed, they had no idea of the presence of Amy's friend. They carried on kissing. Horrified, shocked and appalled Madison could feel beads of sweat sliding down her forehead. She found it difficult to breathe. She did another U-turn and headed back inside. At least it was warmer there. 'The bitch, the slut, the slag,' she thought to herself. 'How long had this been going on? Had Amy been in the Village seeing a guy while not answering Madison's texts and emails?' She went back into the downstairs bar. Sheldon and Lizzie were no longer on their stools. Madison guessed that they had left to have fun in the back of Sheldon's car. 'Everyone's enjoying themselves but me' she thought. Even though she had to drive home, she was just about to buy herself a very large drink when Natalie appeared, still of course in her lovely PVC dress. "Do you fancy hitting the dance floor?" Natalie asked. "I can't see any of my friends upstairs and I feel such a loser dancing on my own." The truth is that you are never alone on the Precious dance floor, surrounded as it is on four walls by large mirrors. You can always dance with your reflection. Narcissistic types love to stand near a wall and gaze at the beautiful t-girl in the mirror. "OK." Madison said and they headed for the top floor up the steep staircase. Natalie went first which meant that Natalie got a full upskirt view of Madison's frilly pink panties. They danced for around 10 minutes. At the end of one song, Natalie suddenly pulled Madison towards her and without a word, locked her lips against Madison's. The kiss lasted a minute or so and when they separated, Natalie apologised. "I'm sorry she said but I've wanted to do that all evening. You look so sexy in that sissy dress." "Don't apologise. I loved it," said Madison. "Again?" For the next half hour or so Madison and Natalie danced and kissed in rotation. Madison didn't notice that she was thirsty but after a long time dancing and kissing she felt thirsty and offered Natalie a drink. In her PVC dress Natalie felt hot and sticky. The cure was a couple of mineral waters. Natalie drank hers in one go before they kissed again, Madison feeling up that PVC dress and Natalie feeling Madison's shiny panties. Then he said, "I've really got to go. I'm due at a seminar at 9 in the morning. I must get some sleep first." Madison gave her a quick kiss and said, "Shall I see you next week?" "If you want to, I can..." "See you next week then." A quick kiss and Natalie left to head back to her hotel. Madison looked at her watch. 2.30. It was getting late. She finished her mineral water and went back downstairs to see if Lizzie and Sheldon had returned. They were back on their stools sipping gin and tonics as if they had never been away; Sheldon bought another mineral water for Madison. "I need to powder my nose," said Lizzie. Madison considered picking up her handbag and going with Lizzie but then thought that she's old enough to go on her own! Madison sipped her drink. Sheldon couldn't take his eyes off Lizzie as she minced out of the room in her Little Red Riding Hood's costume. "That dress is gorgeous," said Sheldon. "It shows off her ass and her legs so well." "You're right. She is so hot." "Lizzie said you wanted to wear the outfit like that. Did you really?" Sheldon asked. "Of course. I like trying to looking sexy." "If I bought you a similar outfit, Maddy, would you wear it here next Wednesday?" Madison suddenly didn't mind being called Maddy. "Maybe." Sheldon leaned over and gave Madison a kiss on her mouth. Before she could say any more, Sheldon had pulled her close to him and was kissing her fervently. 'This is madness,' thought Madison. 'I'm married, I have no interest in men and I'm kissing Lizzie's guy. She's only a few yards away in the girls' room. She could be back any moment.' Yet Madison was enjoying it. And Lizzie wasn't back yet. Sheldon knew that there were queues in the ladies at this time of night. He knew she would spend five minutes there doing her makeup. The kiss ended. 'Next week?' thought Madison. She had a date with Natalie. And now Sheldon had promised her a date and a sexy little dress. 'Well don't worry about that now,' she thought. "OK. Next week. I'll be here" She smiled. "What should I wear?" "I'll sort something out," he said mysteriously. Did he need her address? He didn't say any more. "OK, that's a deal," said Madison. At this point Lizzie returned. "Come on," she said to Madison in a drunken way. "It's very late - you've got to drive home and you've got work tomorrow or rather today. Madison and Lizzie both said goodbye to Sheldon and each gave him a peck on the cheek. They slipped outside in the cold air and headed back to the car. "He is one sexy guy," said Madison when she was about to drive off. She was hoping Lizzie might tell her what she and Sheldon had done when they left the club but then Madison wasn't going to say anything about next week's arrangements. Suddenly Lizzie grabbed Madison, pulled her closer and gave her a drunken kiss on the mouth. The kiss lasted twenty seconds or so. "I think you owe me ten pounds," said Lizzie. "Actually you are the fourth person I've snogged this evening, Lizzie." "Fourth?" "Don't ask." "You slut, Madison." Lizzie was giggling drunkenly. Madison took a ten pound note from her purse, screwed it up and threw at her friend. "There you are," she said. Lizzie drunkenly bent over to pick it up revealing her stocking tops as she did so. Madison said, "Thanks for a great evening, girl."