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AFTER WHITBY (4)
My First Experience of a T-Girl Club
My four weeks of compensatory leave was coming to an end. I only had seven
days left before having to return to my job project managing a complex
computer installation in Billingham. However, I couldn't really complain.
During my holiday I had made two visits to a splendid Dressing Service,
Illusions, and become firm friends with Anne and Simon, the two wonderful
proprietors. I had also been privileged by Anne agreeing to accompany me
on a shopping trip to buy the first contents of my feminine wardrobe. All
these experiences had only served to make me even more eager to stretch
the boundaries and allow 'Sheena', my female half, room to explore her
feelings. Clearly whilst it had been easy for me to cross-dress at
Illusions, things were going to be more difficult once I returned to
Billingham. What more experiences might I be able to fit in before going
back to work?
Once again I was back on the internet, surfing transgendered sites and
marvelling at the amount of information that was out there. My interest
soon honed in on t-girl clubs. I recalled that Anne had mentioned that
there were some quite close to Camberley. Eventually my searches came up
with one possibility; "Sweeties" in Ashford, Middlesex - just on the
outskirts of London and close to Heathrow Airport. As I delved more deeply
into their website I started to become a little concerned. "Sweeties"
seemed to place a lot of emphasis on their 'bedrooms' and 'play areas' -
including a 'dungeon'! Now I am no prude and realise that for some people
sexual activity is a major part of their dressing. However, this wasn't
what I was looking for; I just wanted to meet other t-girls in a social
environment and to be able to share some of my thoughts and feelings and
to test these against the experiences of others.
There was one glimmer of hope. "Sweeties" operated two nights a week; on
one night they were explicit that this was a time for 'play'. However, the
second evening was advertised as being more 'social', although the play
areas would still be available. I decided there was only one thing for it;
so I rang the "Sweeties" contact phone number. A male voice answered the
phone and introduced himself as 'Jessica'. I told him "My name is Sheena"
and then went on to explain what I was seeking and my concerns about
visiting "Sweeties". Jessica responded; "Don't be worried Sheena; there
are lots of girls like you just seeking to meet up. That is why I run the
two different evenings. OK, if you are going to be offended by sexual
goings on, you had better not visit us because I have to be honest with
you, even on the Friday sessions some of the girls get quite raunchy. But
mostly they don't hone in on girls like you who make it clear that sex
isn't what they are after. And if anyone does get aggressive, just tell me
and their high heels won't touch the floor on the way to the exit!" This
was both reassuring and alarming, but I thanked Jessica for her advice and
said I hoped to see her the following Friday. This would be my only
opportunity to visit a t-girl club as I would be driving back to
Billingham the following day.
I thought long and hard about whether it was really a good idea to visit
"Sweeties", but I knew that if I didn't I would regret the missed
opportunity later. I finally rationalised my dilemma; "You can always
drive out to "Sweeties" and see what it is like from the outside" I
thought. "If it looks too sleazy, you don't have to go in; just drive home
again." So that is what I decided to do. "Sweeties" didn't open until 9:00
pm and I thought it would be a good idea to get there just a bit after
that time so as to be able to observe the sort of people going into the
club.
I started to get ready about 5:00pm. I knew in my head that this was a bit
early, but I couldn't wait any longer before getting 'femmey'! A close
shave followed by a long foamy bath got me relaxed and 'in the mood'. I
dried off and applied moisturising cream all over my body. I had been
using female bath products all the time on holiday and had grown to love
the fragrance they gave off. I then started on my makeup. By now I was
getting quite proficient at applying all the different products. (And so I
should; I had spent hours in front of the mirror practicing!) But tonight
was different; I wanted to get my makeup just right; not 'slutty' - that
would only encourage unwanted attention, but appropriately sophisticated
and elegant to impress the other 'girls' that I know what I am doing.
Finally everything was in place to my satisfaction. (At this point I
paused and poured myself a small glass of white wine; I had been
concentrating hard in front of the mirror for about an hour and a half!)
I then climbed into my shape-wear. Padded-panties went on first, than
sheer tights; my corset next, laced as tightly as I could manage; followed
by bra and a pair of Spanx knickers to smooth out the lines. I slid into
my raspberry coloured 'clubbing-dress' and then slipped my feet into a
pair of black patent pumps. I regretted that I had not found time to go
shopping for a pair of shoes that complemented the colour of my dress, but
it was too late to worry about that now. I picked out a pretty purple,
pendant necklace and clipped little gold hoop earrings to my lobes. (Note
to self; Time to think seriously about getting ears pierced.) A bangle on
one wrist and a ladies' watch on the other and I was nearly ready. I put
on my little black, nylon cardigan before carefully fixing my wig in
place. A quick squirt of perfume, and I was all set. Just need to check
handbag; yes, I had a brush, lipstick, powder compact, hanky, purse with
cash and credit card,, and, finally, my photo driving licence. "Sweeties"
was a 'Members Only' club and the website had made it clear that
membership would be refused unless I was able to produce some form of
photo-identity. A deep breath and a carefully scan through the front
window to make sure the coast was clear, then a quick scurry and I was out
of the door and into the car. I was off on my new adventure!
It took me about 40 minutes to drive to Ashford and I revelled in every
moment of the journey. I just loved catching sight of my painted
fingernails on the steering-wheel, and the rasp of my nylons as I changed
gear and braked. The seat-belt felt very different from usual now that it
had to accommodate breasts!
As I approached Ashford, I started to take a note of street names; I had
located 'Sweeties' on Google Maps and carefully memorised how to get
there. In the event it wasn't too difficult. 'Sweeties' was situated in a
warehouse on a small industrial estate. From the outside there was nothing
to indicate that it was a nightclub. There were several cars parked nearby
and I joined them. I sat quietly in the car for a while observing what
went on. More cars drove up, parked, and men got out and walked across to
'Sweeties'; most of them seemed to be carrying bags which I assumed
contained their female clothing. I started to wonder if I had taken an
unnecessary risk in driving there dressed. Then I spotted two female clad
figures. They had parked their car directly behind mine and, as they
walked past, I could clearly see they were cross-dressed like me. One of
them spotted me sitting behind the steering-wheel; "Hallo love, are you
coming in?" (s)he called out. "If this is your first time; don't be shy,
we don't bite you know - or at least not too hard!" and the two of them
fell about laughing. "I'll be along in a minute" I responded, "I'm just
putting on my heels." The two 'girls' tottered off to the front door of
the Club and, after giving them time to get ahead of me, I stepped out of
the car, took a deep breath, and pressed the lock button on my remote.
This was it. Did I have the courage to step through the door of the Club?
Well only one way to find out.
I walked slowly down the road. The surface was a bit uneven and I had to
take care where I placed my feet in my unaccustomed high heels. I arrived
at the door and knew instinctively that if I thought too much about it, I
would bottle out, so, I grasping the handle, I turned it and stepped
inside.
The Reception area surprised me. I wasn't quite sure what I had been
anticipating, but it certainly was the elegant, softly lit foyer into
which I stepped. A pretty woman sat behind the reception desk. (I could
tell that she was a real woman from the creamy breasts she displayed in a
very low cut white mini-dress. That she was wearing stockings rather than
tights was evident from the suspender tabs that showed prominently under
the hem of her very brief skirt!)
"Hi," she greeted me. "Are you already a member, or is this your first
time?" I hastened to explain, "It is my first visit, not only here but to
any tranny club." "Well you did well to choose us for your first outing,"
she responded with a smile. "Life-long membership is ?10 and, as you have
arrived 'dressed' it will only be ?15 for entry. If you hadn't come 'en
femme' the price would have been ?20, so you have already made an
excellent start." Her welcome and warm smile started to put me at my ease.
I paid over my money and showed her my driving licence - as had been
specified on their website. In a few moments I was the proud possessor of
a 'Sweeties' membership card.
The receptionist introduced herself as 'Sally' and explained the basic
layout of the Club. "You girls use the ladies loo," she said pointing.
"Over there is the changing room for those who choose to arrive in male
mode, and on the other side of the hall is dance floor and dungeon.
Upstairs is the bar, a lounge area and the bedrooms. I suggest you start
in the bar. There are several girls up there already and I'm sure one of
them would be happy to give you a guided tour of the premises." I thanked
her and hurriedly made my way to the ladies lavatory. I have to confess
that her casual remarks about 'dungeon' and 'bedrooms' had reawaken my
worries that I was taking too big a risk in coming here.
The 'ladies' was spacious, and much cleaner than the male toilets with
which I was familiar. I dived into one of the cubicles and sat on the
toilet lid which I tried to calm my racing heart. Slowly I regained my
composure. I shouldn't have been surprised at the range of facilities the
Club offered. I knew, from their website, that many of 'Sweeties' clients
came there expressly for sex, so they clearly had to have places to
conduct their assignations. I would just have to make sure I steered well
clear!
When I had calmed down, I exited the cubicle and paused in front of the
large vanity mirror to tidy my wig and refresh my lipstick. Tucking my
handbag firmly under my arm, I left the toilets and walked upstairs to the
bar.
The bar and lounge area was discretely and attractively lit. Low sofas and
chairs were scattered around the room and the bar was conveniently
situated in one corner. The only discordant notes, to my mind, were the
pole - for dancing around - in the middle of the room, and the obvious
bedroom doors around the walls. Even more disturbing were the curtained
windows looking into the bedrooms that were clearly designed to allow
voyeurs a sight of the action! Still, if this wasn't my scene, 'live and
let live' I thought; each to his or 'her' own; I was in no position to
make judgements about the predilections of others; it was only recently
that I had discovered my own need to cross-dress!
There were a number of other 'girls' in the room and I surreptitiously
looked round at each of them as I made my way to the bar and ordered a
soft drink. (I had previously decided to avoid all alcohol tonight; I
couldn't take the chance of being pulled over by the police whilst wearing
a frock!) The clientele were clearly a mixed bunch. There were some who
were clearly 'blokes in a dress'. Whilst apparently quite content to be
'en femme', there was no way they were going pass as women. Others were
very convincing 'females', and I was surprised to see that more than a few
were accompanied by their obviously genuinely feminine partners. The
'dress code' was equally varied. There were 'girls' wearing quite dowdy
floral dresses. Others were wearing very revealing mini-skirts and
dresses, or, for quite a number, just lingerie! And, in addition, just
about every presentation in between could be seen on one person or
another.
I quite enjoyed my time giving everyone the 'once over' - (although I had
to take care that no-one spotted that I was observing them.) For so early
in the evening, there were a surprising large number of people in the bar.
Slightly disturbingly, this included a number of middle-aged, un-fit
looking men who seemed to hang around the fringes of the room, not talking
to each other whilst coldly appraising the 'talent'. I guess this is what
real girls have to put up with all the time.
One of the girls must have noticed my looking round because she approached
me and asked if I "was a 'newbie'?" I confessed that I was. "Hi, I'm
Naomi" she announced and I responded with; "Hallo, my name's Sheena." I
guessed Naomi must have been in her middle 30s. She was slim, with dark
brown hair and was wearing a silky, shift-dress - mid-calf, sleeveless,
and decorated with a floral print on a brown ground; all in all a very
attractive and convincing t-girl. She offered to show me round and pointed
out the different bedrooms and viewing windows. She even took me into one
- with some trepidation on my part - and I was surprised to see how smart
and attractive the room was with plumped up pillows, crisp white sheets
and a red silk coverlet. "Each room has a different colour theme" Naomi
explained; "Obviously this one is the 'Red Room'!" She then discretely
sounded me out; "Might you be interested in trying out one of these rooms
later/" she enquired gently. I politely let it be known that I wasn't here
for a sexual encounter but for the opportunity to meet and talk with other
'girls'. "Fair enough" said Naomi with a grin, "you can't blame me for
asking. No hard feelings I hope?" I assured her that her advances were
fine with me. "It's not that I am a prude" I said; "As far as I am
concerned what two consenting adults get up to is entirely up to them. It
just isn't my scene."
We continued our tour. Downstairs there was a small room set aside for
dancing and recording music was playing. Four or five girls were gently
gyrating to the music and a DJ desk set up to one side indicated that
there might be more serious music and dancing later. "Tonight is primarily
a 'social evening,'" Naomi explained. "On 'play nights' this room is set
up as a cinema and porn films are shown."
Another room opened off the dance floor and this was the 'dungeon'. Whilst
I am unfamiliar with such places, this seemed clean and well equipped. An
X-frame stood in one corner awaiting a victim to be tied to it; against
another wall I observed an upright coffin - the use of which I preferred
not to speculate on! Various other pieces of equipment were scattered
about. No-one was using any of it at that present time - something for
which I was quite grateful!
Having discovered that I wasn't available as a potential partner for the
evening, Naomi quickly lost interest in me and excusing herself, returned
to her friends at the bar. That was fair enough and I now had an idea of
which areas of the club I should avoid wandering into inadvertently.
I bought myself another drink at the bar and looked around for someone
else to talk to. A tall slim girl conservatively dressed in a white blouse
and grey pencil skirt noticed me and waved, indicating ?would I like to
join her on the sofa.? I walked over and sat down. ?Hi, I?m Carol? she
said, ?are you on your own too?? ?Yes,? I replied, ?it is my first time;
how about you?? ?Oh, I?ve been quite a few times? Carol told me. ?I live
close by and this is a good place to hang out and catch up with friends.?
We chatted on and I quickly discovered that we had several interests in
common. It was just like any conversation I might have entered into with a
bloke I had met in the pub ? the only difference being, of course, that
tonight both Carol and I, whilst ?blokes? underneath, were dressed and
made up as attractive women!
After a while a couple of Carol?s other friends pitched up and soon we
were a happy, laughing group having a fun night out. Cheryl, one of my new
acquaintances, suggested we go downstairs for a dance and I happily fell
in with the rest of the group. It felt strange dancing in heels and it
took me a little while to become comfortable. However, I enjoy dancing and
soon got into the swing of things. I was swaying away with my eyes half
closed enjoying the music, when I felt a tap on the shoulder. Turning
round I found a middle-aged man standing behind me. ?I haven?t seen you
here before? he leered, ?fancy a dance.? Before I had a chance to politely
tell him ?no thank you?, he had grabbed me in his arms and started to push
me round the dance floor. I could tell from his breath that he had had
quite a lot to drink and he stumbled as tried to dance. As he slipped he
hung onto me more tightly and I found myself pushed up against him in a
tight embrace. To my disgust I could feel his erection pressing against my
tummy. Carol and the others could see the fix I was in and quickly came
across to help. ?Come on mate? said Cheryl in a masculine voice; ?You are
pissed and the lady doesn?t want to dance. Be a good fellow and shove
off.? To my surprise the man did so, muttering an apology; ?Sorry love;
didn?t mean to offend; thought you might be up for it; sorry.? It was all
rather pathetic and I felt a little bit sorry for him. I was also
embarrassed by my inability to deal with the situation. If I was going to
continue to go out as ?Sheena? I would clearly need to learn how to deal
with unwanted advances.
Seeing I was shaken, Carol and the other girls took me back upstairs to
the bar and bought me a drink. We tried to resume our conversation but,
for me, the fun had gone out of the evening and, after a while, I made my
excuses and prepared to leave. ?I?m sorry to be a party pooper? I said
?but I have an early morning tomorrow ? or rather today! ? and I ought to
get off home.? ?That?s OK,? replied Carol. ?We know you have had a shock.
It goes with the territory I?m afraid.? ?I do realise that,? I responded.
?I guess I had got so relaxed with you guys that I forgot where I was and
let my guard down. But I don?t want to spoil your evening, so it?s best I
leave now.? ?Of course, but do come again. Here is my phone number; call
me when you are thinking of coming and I?ll get a few friends together so
you won?t be on your own if another arsehole picks on you!? This was very
kind of Carol and I thanked her profusely. We cheek-kissed in way girls do
and I waved farewell to Cheryl and the others.
Making my way downstairs I made a final visit to the ladies. After all the
drinks I had had ? (?soft? ones I hasten to add; after all I was driving!)
? I needed the loo. When I had finished and adjusted my dress ? (going to
the lavatory is much more complicated for girls than it is for boys!) ? I
checked my hair and makeup in the mirror and took my car keys from my
handbag. I had to smile to myself; I was already subconsciously adopting
feminine mannerisms.
I checked that ?my drunk? was nowhere around before saying ?Goodnight? to
the receptionist, Sally. She smiled. ?I hope you have enjoyed your first
visit and will come and see us again,? she said. I assured her I would and
swiftly left the club and hurried to my car. Once inside and the doors
locked I felt safe and was able to relax and calm down.
As I drove home I reflected on my evening. Overall it had been great fun;
I had met some nice people and had been able to totally become ?Sheena?
for a few hours. The incident with the man was, on reflection, no big deal
and, if I had been better prepared, I should have been able to deal with
him easily. A lesson learned for the future.
I arrived outside my house. By now it was about 2:00 am and the street was
quiet; no-one was around, so I was able to get out of the car and walk to
my front door calmly and slowly. The cool night air felt good after the
warmth of the club I revelled in the gentle breeze blowing round my
stockinged legs and up my skirt. I gave a little shudder of pleasure.
I went in and upstairs to my bedroom. Unfortunately, as ?Sheena? I was
unable to just collapse into bed as ?Tom? would have done. No, I had first
to strip off my finery; put my wig on its stand; and clean off my makeup.
I smiled wryly to myself; being a girl was fun, but there was a price to
pay! Eventually I was able to slip on my nightdress and climb into bed.
As I dropped off to sleep, I reflected on everything I had achieved during
my all too brief holiday. I had visited a dressing service and made two
new good friends; purchased a basic feminine wardrobe; perfected my
dressing and makeup skills; and made my first outing to a T-girl Club ?
not a bad tally! Alice, the girl who had first introduced me to cross-
dressing in Whitby, would be proud of me! I wondered what she was doing
now and whether our paths would cross again sometime in the future. I
really wanted to thank her for having got me started as Sheena.
Tomorrow ? or rather later today ? I was going to have to drive up to
Billingham. After my break, I knew my employers would expect me to put in
the hours at work and that opportunities for dressing would be few and far
between. However, I resolved to trawl the internet to see what t-girl
facilities existed in the North-East. I knew that if an opportunity arose
for Sheena to come forth again, I would seize it with both hands! I
drifted off to sleep thinking of what possible new adventures lay ahead.
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