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I was so excited after my Wednesday night shopping spree and then date invitation from Barbara that I could hardly sleep that night. Work dragged on for what seemed like forever; I even got up from my desk twice to wander around the office to try to refocus on my tasks. What I really wanted was to tell Jan or Denise about what happened last night. It had been so long since I had been on a date that I was really excited. It made me sad in a way that I was reluctant to share my news with the women. I resigned myself to keeping it quiet, but about midway through the afternoon, Denise came by my desk with a cup of coffee from the shop down the street. "Hi Sam, thought you might like a latte, they were having a buy one get one half-off. I had them make it just how you like it." "Gee, thanks Denise, that's so thoughtful. Maybe a shot of caffeine will help me get on track. I can't seem to focus on anything." "You got that right. Jan told me you been fidgeting all day and flitting around the office like a hummingbird, never sitting still a minute. What's up? Something special happen last night? You know you can't keep secrets from your office pals, if you want us to continue to bring you free coffee." "Well I did go shopping last night, but I don't think it was that big a deal. I just can't get going today." "Oh come on, you can't expect me to buy that line can you? I can tell something more than a little shopping went down. Did you meet someone or did you finally join that online dating site Jan and I have been trying to get you on? It's okay we can keep your secret." Sam looked at her again. He really wanted to share his news. She and Jan were his two closest friends. Not like they did anything together outside of work, but they were all in the same situation. Single, late 20s, frustrated trying to find someone special, working at jobs that were just above entry level, struggling to cover their expenses and still have fun; all three had the same resume. When they joined the firm, he immediately became friends with them, basically because he loved how they dressed and was envious of how lucky they were to be able to dress the way he wanted to. Also they seemed to think like him too. He did entertain some thoughts of dating one of them, but as they became friends it seemed that window closed pretty quickly. He was slotted into the friend category quickly. He assumed it was partly because he didn't project the typical masculine look, nor to be honest, he no longer acted like a man. He had no hesitation in asking them about their clothes, makeup or hair. He noticed details that most men didn't, love to compliment them on their appearance, and seemed as excited as they were when they found a great pair of heels at a discount. They all shared details from any of their romantic episodes, so they knew he wasn't gay. Jan had even set him up twice with friends from her apartment complex. By now, it was clear that he was going to stay one of their friends; Denise liked to call them 'The Three Miss-keteers.' So, he finally broke down, he couldn't keep his secret any longer, even if it felt like he was playing with fire. He would just have to be careful with the details he told her. "It probably won't develop into anything real, but I did meet someone last night. Her name is Barbara Maxwell and she works at a store in the Kensington Shopping Gallery. She's a store manager." "I knew there had to be something going on. Tell me more, did you ask her out? What's she look like? Come on spill your guts!" "She's pretty, at least I think so and really nice. You know how you get a certain feeling when you get to know someone, that they are a nice person, well I got that feeling about her. She's about our age, although I don't exactly, and is a good dresser. She's a little tall and in good shape, with dark hair, a pretty face, and her eyes are gorgeous. But it was mainly because we hit it off and talked so easily. When she asked me out, I just had to say yes." "Wow, she sounds great. But she asked you out? Not many women would have the nerve to do that. Were you surprised when she asked?" "Yes, totally surprised. I mean we seemed to be enjoying each other's company, but you're right, I never expected her to ask me on a date. But I thought, why not? It's not like I get many opportunities and if she was interested enough to ask that had to be a good sign." "Where did you meet her? Was it at her store? Were you buying something and she helped you? More details!" Sam swallowed hard, as this was where it was going to get tricky. Fashion Place was a store just for women; in fact, he knew both Denise and Jan bought stuff there. So, he had to be careful and he didn't like lying to his friends, so he had to do this right. "We ran into each other at that cute little restaurant, The Diner, I stopped by for a piece of pie and some coffee and so did she. We were both at the counter, only a few stools apart. Turned out we ordered the same thing at the same time. When the waitress explained that there was only one piece left, we looked at each other and laughed. Both of us offered to let the other have the last piece and it looked like a stalemate, until she suggested we just share it. I liked how she said she probably didn't need to eat a whole piece anyway. I had to laugh, as I told her I felt guilty about eating it too. So we did that, and had a real nice conversation. We even moved to a booth for a second cup of coffee. So when she asked if I was busy Friday night I just went with my feeling and told her I would love to go out. Do you think I did the right thing? I mean when I talk about how it happened, it does seem odd." "Of course you did the right thing and it doesn't sound odd at all. What it is is romantic. That's the kind of scene you see in a movie. How wonderful for you, I'm jealous now. Why can't I meet someone when I give in to my weakness for ice cream? So what are you going to do? Did she suggest something too?" "Well, yes she set the plans too. We are going out for dinner and then a movie. Nothing unusual, just a normal date night thing, you know the standard first date line up." "So you meeting at the restaurant, or are you picking her up? What restaurant are you going to? Have you picked the movie yet? Give me more details, I've got to be able to fill it all in for Jan." "This is embarrassing now. She's picking me up, and she said she knows a nice little Italian place. I imagine it is near the Arts Plaza Theater, as we are going to a movie there, one of those foreign romantic comedies." "Oh that is too much. How do you meet such a nice date? I never have such luck. The last three guys that asked me out just wanted to go for coffee or even worse a couple of drinks at a corner bar. One even wanted me to pay for my own drinks. Now you are getting women to treat you to a night out. That's not even fair!" She started laughing at that point and gave me a big hug. She seemed as excited as I was and in fact texted Jan to come over to my desk. We spent the last hour of work gossiping about my date. I really had to work to keep my story straight. In fact I almost lost it when Jan asked what I was going to wear, was I going casual or a little dressy? That had been my big worry all day. Not only did I have to find the right outfit, but I now had so many choices. I almost blurted out that I couldn't decide what to wear, but that I had at least decided it was going to be a dress. But overall, I felt much better when I left. I had so wanted to share my news and now that I had, it made me certain that I had done the right thing by accepting Barb's invitation. Not that it did anything to address my dilemma on what to wear. When I had boldly suggested that Sue should go out rather than Sam, I was high on my personal shopping spree. I had felt so at ease with Barb going around the store openly picking out women's clothes, trying them on, and acting like a regular girl, that I had gotten a false sense of security about appearing as a woman in public. Now that I had come back to earth, I realized what a step I had taken. I even considered calling her and backing out. The next day I just worried to no end about it. I couldn't hide from the thoughts that I wasn't going to pass as a woman and everyone would see me as a man playing in women's clothes. How could I have been so foolish? My anxiety was heightened at work, because Jan and Denise only wanted to talk about my date night. Thursday night I was a wreck. I tried on every one of my dresses at least twice trying to find one that I felt made me look like a real girl. But each one had a flaw, or so I thought, that revealed that I was not a woman but a man. By the end of the evening I was crying. I just wished I could call Denise and have her give me some advice, or tell Barbara that I was a fool to even imagine I could pull this off. After about 30 minutes of sobbing into my pillow, I finally settled down. They say crying is good for you, that it releases chemicals to help you getting over being sad or scared. It must have worked, because I just decided that I would have to go through with it. If I didn't pass as a woman, then I would know that I would just remain a closet queen and forget my dreams of living as a woman. With my nerves settled, I looked at my dress choices again. I felt like any of them would be okay, I mean Barb helped me pick most of them, but finally one stood out. When I looked at it, it seemed like a first date type of dress, a little demure, a little sexy, and pretty. It was a sundress with a full but short skirt. It was cut a little low so it would show a hint of my new found cleavage. The background color was a soft pink and it was covered with a lovely print of flowers, spread around the skirt and part way up the bodice, like a bouquet. It came with a cropped lace top that gave me a bit of cover up top and matched the lace trim around the hem. When I saw it in the store, it looked so feminine and I loved how Barb said it made me look like a princess when I tried it on. I had bought a pair of slingback pumps with a four inch heel that matched the pink color almost identically and Barbara had suggested that a matching pink pushup bra and panty would be perfect with it. With that big decision off my mind, I was able to fall asleep finally. On Friday, work flew by surprisingly fast. Both because I was pretty busy and because my girlfriends were so excited about my date. I had to promise them I would call them on Saturday. But Jan said, it better be early because she didn't want me to sleep with this lady on the first date just because she was taking me out. That kind of humor kept me from getting nervous again until I went home. Driving to my condo, I realized what all I needed to do before Barb came to pick me up. I was going to wash and curl my hair, as I wanted it to look as good as possible. I was also going to use full makeup, including foundation, eye liner and brow color, steps I only did when I wanted to be as girly as possible. I always kept my toenails polished, but tonight I was also going to polish my fingernails. I had gradually let them grow until they were slightly beyond the tips of my fingers and had shaped them in a slight oval. They weren't overly noticeable during my everyday life, but when I polished them they really stood out as looking feminine. I had already chosen the rest of my accessories including using a small mini-bag purse, an item I had bought some time ago but never used because I never had the nerve to venture out in public. Once I got home I immediately began getting ready. A quick shower to wash my face and scrub off the grunge from work started my transformation. While my skin and beard were still soft from the shower, I shaved my face as close as I could. Slipping on my robe, I quickly rolled my hair in curlers and sat under my portable drier as I did my nails. I decided a soft pastel pink would match the color of the center of the flowers on my dress. It also met my requirement for a light shade for my fingernails that wouldn't cause them to discolor as darker polish often did. I knew that tonight was just an excursion into femininity not a full-time change. Once my nails and hair were dry, I started getting my outfit together. I pulled on the pink hipster bikini, hesitating briefly as I thought whether I should tuck myself or not. Finally I just went with what felt natural and positioned my cock and balls in their normal hidden place when I dressed as a girl. Next I fitted the matching bra. I loved how the padding gave me that touch of cleavage I never imagined I could have. I got out a pair of new pantyhose, a silky, very sheer-to-the-waist style with just a hint of color. I loved working hose up my legs, something about the sheer fabric and silky to the touch feel on my legs made me feel delicious. Pulling on my padded shaper finished off my lingerie. At that point, it was time to do my makeup. I sat at the antique vanity between my bed and the bedroom window. There was a hint of natural light yet, and added to the side lighting of my makeup mirror, gave me just the right illumination to apply everything. Concealer first, dotted on under my eyes and a couple of places where I wanted to improve my facial contours. Next was my foundation. My natural skin tone was fair, but because I regularly used some tanning cr?me, I used a slightly darker foundation. I prefer a matte cr?me rather than a liquid, because I thought it gave me more control and was easier to blend. Once I had my base face in place, I brushed on a pinkish blush across the top of my cheeks to simulate bone structure. A quick application of powder limited the shine and made my face look softer. I worked on my brows using a reddish brown powder to create just the right arch and presence to frame the eyes. For my eye makeup, I was going a bit more dramatic because I was doing an evening look, so I had multiple colors of green shadow. It took a lot of blending to avoid obvious transition lines, but I felt the extra time was worth it. Having a thin touch of metallic green eye shadow right next to the eye, gradually blending into a darker matte green on most of the lid, with a darker color in the crease of the eyelid and then on to a lighter cr?me under the brow was a look I practiced a lot. It really opened my eyes, drawing attention to my natural green eye color. With the eye shadow in place, I used liquid eyeliner in black. Normally, I use a brown liner because it compliments my light hair color, but I wanted to be dramatic tonight, so I used the black. I didn't want a smoky look, so I drew a narrow line as close to my lashes as possible, with just a hint of an extension past the eye for again more drama. I only lined the outer half of my lower lids. Mascara was next. I applied thick coats using an extending formula that added a lot of length to my lashes. Black again was the color of choice and combined with the eyeliner gave me just the full look I was after. I finished my makeup with a soft pink lipstick. After I was all dressed, then I would top it off with a shiny gloss, but for now I was ready to do my hair and finish dressing. Checking again to be sure my curls were dry, I began to remove them. I wanted to keep the curls near my face, so after I took out the roller I sprayed each one with hair spray so they would last all night. Further back on each side and at the back of my head, I had only rolled each section half way. That gave me a smooth look with curly ends, which combined with the full curls on either side of my face gave me a very feminine look. I lightly sprayed all my hair to be sure it stayed in place. With my hair done, it was time to finish. I slipped on my dress, revealing once again at how perfect the fit was when I closed the zipper. My shoes and lace jacket were next and I finished with a matching set in silver and pink stones of dangling earrings, necklace, bracelet, and a thin anklet. A couple of silver rings and my woman's watch completed my look. I applied my lip gloss and lightly powdered my face again to be sure everything was set. I almost forgot, but I quickly sprayed on my signature perfume, Shalimar. It was a traditional perfume that seemed totally intoxicating to me. I had just finished transferring my id, some cash, credit cards, hair brush, and essential makeup for touchups into my purse when I heard a car in the driveway. I had just enough time to glance at my image in the hall mirror before the doorbell rang. I felt like I looked as feminine as I could, but I was still tied up in knots inside. I opened the door, both a bit hesitant and excited. As I opened the door, I realized that my neighbors might see Sue rather than Sam, but at this point it was too late to worry about that. Barbara stood there, smiling as I opened the door. She was dressed much simpler than me, in a black pant and jacket outfit with a soft pastel blue silk shirt. She had just used rather simple makeup in natural earth colors that looked far more natural than the look I had. I was a bit taken back, because she seemed to tower over me, probably being at least a few inches taller than I remembered. I glanced down and saw she had on black pumps with a heel as high as mine. I guess she had been in flat shoes before. As we looked at each other, a low whistle escaped her lips. "Sue you look fabulous. I thought you'd look like a princess in that dress, but I never imagined you'd be so striking in it. Your hair and makeup are gorgeous. I feel so lucky but kind of underdressed. I hope you don't mind me being more casual than you." "Barb of course not. It's so nice of you to think I look good. I was worried silly about going out and I had to be sure I looked as feminine as possible. So I think I'm over-dressed rather than you being dressed too casual. You'd think I'd never been on a first date before. I'd invite you in, but frankly my place is a mess and if we don't head out right now, I might get cold feet." "Of course, off we go. Besides I don't know about you, but I'm starving. I guess it's been so long since I went out to eat with someone that I forgot that eating later means you'll be really hungry. Plus if we want to catch the nine o'clock show we need to be on our way. But before we go, I want to apologize in advance, because I know I'm going to be staring at you all night because you are so stunning. I don't think I've ever been this lucky on a date before." "Oh hush, don't be silly. I'm the one who's lucky. I not only get to live out a fantasy but with the most wonderful person I've met in a long, long time." With all the gushing out of the way, we walked out to her car. I caught sight of Mrs. Wendt, my older next door neighbor, who was watching out her window, but I just smiled and kept going. Barb opened the car door for me and I got in. I must say I was impressed already. She had a late model BMW convertible in white, with all the options, leather interior, wood trim and deluxe stereo. As we drove to the restaurant she made me comfortable with small talk, even getting me to giggle once. Pulling up to the restaurant, I was again impressed. I had expected some quaint little neighborhood mom & pop place, but this looked really fancy. When the valet came to open the door, I knew she had gone all out. I carefully swung my legs out of the car, trying to keep them together so as to not flash anyone, and I stood up with his help when he offered me his hand. Barbara gave him the keys to park her car and we went in. The restaurant was elegant, but romantic. It was decorated with old Roman flair, lots of gold trim, statues, and tropical plants. There was soft, Italian music playing in the background and muted conversations of what seemed to be almost exclusively couples. This was obviously a date night restaurant. The wait staff was dressed in black tuxedo like suits with the men in trousers and the girls in tight skirts, black hose and flat shoes. We were quickly escorted to a private booth, where we sat opposite of each other. I felt very self-conscious, both because it was my first time in public as a woman and because my date was also female. I focused on being calm, but my heart was pounding. I tried to scan the room to see if anyone was staring at me, fearing that I was not passing. I didn't see anyone obviously looking at me, and Barbara realizing my nervousness, put her hand on mine and smiled. She seemed real at ease and when the waiter came to our table, she ordered a carafe of the red house wine. As he left, she whispered to me. "Sue, if it will make you feel more at ease, let me do the ordering. That way you won't have to talk. I've been here many times, and I can pick something I think you'll like. I know you're nervous, but try to relax. We look like two friends going out for dinner and if anyone is starring, it's because you look so fabulous." "That sounds wonderful Barb, thank you. But can you order something that isn't so huge. I've seen three plates go by our table already, and each one looks like it will feed two people. I just don't want to stuff myself in this dress." She chuckled and assured me that she could get me a petite order of any menu item. Squeezing my hand and then releasing it, she looked toward the waiter as he returned with our wine. The rest of the meal went perfectly. She ordered a wonderful seafood alfredo for me, which was served in a small portion. Our conversation went even better than the meal. The more we talked, the more it seemed we had in common. We were both only children, our parents had divorced before we were teens, and we were raised by our moms. We worked our way through college, and had been in our current jobs for only a few years. I was impressed that she had worked her way up to a store manager so quickly. Neither of us had met that 'special person' yet, and laughingly, we both agreed that in general dates were more of a test than fun. She made me feel really good, when she told me that meeting me was the highlight of her year and even though it had just started, this was already her best date in a long time. I smiled and told her I felt the same. After dinner, we hurried to the theater. She wanted to sit in the back, where we could have some privacy. We held hands during the movie, and halfway though, I put my head on her shoulder to be closer. Even with the subtitles, the movie was both funny and sexy, as the two main characters stumbled their way from antagonists to lovers. By the time it was over, I was feeling so much closer to her. On the ride back to my place, we only talked a little, riding in silence. I was going over in my mind what I wanted to do when we got there. I was so attracted to her; I wanted to invite her in to see what might happen. But my place was really a mess, with used dishes, clothes, and underwear scattered everywhere. I hadn't changed the bed linens in over a week and the bathroom was a holy mess, with makeup and hair stuff all over. The week had been so hectic and with all my new girl clothes, I hadn't done my normal weekly cleanup. I wanted to be with Barb, but I wanted it to be perfect, not like a sleazy one- nighter. When she pulled up to my condo, she came around to open my car door, and walked me to the porch. I was trying to figure out what to do, when she took me in her arms. With her heels, she towered over me and it was natural to put my hands around her neck while she clasped my waist. As we gazed into each other's eyes, she spoke up. "I had a wonderful time tonight Sue, probably the best first date ever. It's just so nice when you're initial attraction to someone is strengthened by finding out that you have lots of things in common. I really like you." As she said the last part, she leaned down and kissed me. This was not like our first time, she was forceful immediately, kissing with open lips and our tongues twirled together. I closed my eyes and held her a bit tighter. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have her come in tonight; I mean she probably wouldn't notice the mess, especially if I didn't turn on a lot of lights. I could feel my cock twitching between my legs, as my sexual desires increased. We broke our kiss and pulled back to look at each other. I was ready to ask her in, when she continued to talk. "Sue, I don't know about you, but I really want to be together. I've not felt this way in so long, my desire for you is really building." Her right hand slid from my waist as she said this, slipping down to squeeze my ass quickly, before she went past the hem of my dress and then slid under it to feel me through my underwear. My cock was hardening as much as it could in its confined space. But, as much as I wanted her tonight, it just didn't feel right. "Barb, I feel the same way. I haven't wanted to be with a woman as much as I want to be with you right now. I want you to come in tonight, but maybe we should go a bit slower. My place is an awful mess, it's real late, and I so want our first time to be just right. So far, everything about our relationship has been perfect, I don't want to rush anything and take a chance on ruining it." I felt horrible when I said it and fearful too, that maybe her feelings would be hurt enough that it could affect whether we went out again. I wanted to let her know how attracted I was to her, so I went up on my toes, closed my eyes, and began to kiss her again. At the same time, I took one hand and guided her left hand from my waist towards the hem of my skirt, encouraging her to grip my ass with both hands. She responded eagerly, cupping my butt and lifting me up to her. She had her tongue fully in my mouth, as she moved her right hand around to my front, feeling me where a man's cock would normally be. Her aggressive move shocked me. My eyes flew open and I broke off the kiss. She looked at me as I did so. "Barbara, I'm sorry, I feel so awkward right now. I want you to know how good it feels, but I always tuck myself when I dress. I guess it's a force of habit. I just want you to know I'm not small down there. I don't want you to get the wrong idea, just because I prefer skirts, that I'm not really attracted to you. Or that I won't be able to...." "Oh Sue you can be so silly. I'm sure you're pretty big enough, don't worry about it. I've never been the kind of woman who thinks that size is such an issue. Besides, maybe I'd rather you just use this talented little tongue for me. I'll be honest, one of the things I like best about our relationship so far, is that I feel in control. I'm the aggressor; I'm the one seeking more. The fact that you want to go slow, even that you're worried if you are big enough for me, makes me even hotter. My relationships in the past, I was in your position, always wondering whether I was sexy enough, or big enough up top, or giving him what he wanted. Just being in the other role, is so intoxicating for me, that you don't need to be nervous about our intimacy. Truthfully, I wanted you to ask me in, but it would be better if you didn't. I have to open the store early tomorrow and I have to work till closing. If we go inside I'll have a long, long day tomorrow. But I do want to see you again. Can I call you tomorrow night, it would be late, is that okay?" "Yes, yes please call. I had a great time and really want to see you more. I promise I'll be more organized from now on." "Good, then expect a call. I'm off on Sunday and Monday and would like to spend time together if you would." "Definitely, I want to be together too." With that, Barb kissed me again, another forceful kiss. I melted in her arms, letting her dominate me. She resumed her aggressive behavior, sliding her right hand from the front of my shaper in between my legs, where she traced the outline of my trapped cock through the spandex. Her touch electrified me and I let out a small moan. I closed my lips around her tongue and lightly sucked on it, playing the submissive role as much as I could. Finally, she broke off the kiss, moving her hands down my legs, her fingertips playing across the nylon pantyhose, sending shivers up my spine. She moved to my ear where she whispered that she would call me tomorrow. Breaking off, she separated from me, except for our hands where our fingers had sought each other for one last squeeze. Heading to her car, she said good night. I watched her walk away and then turned and went in my condo. I was so excited but worn out too. I hadn't been on such an emotional roller coaster in a long time. But it felt good. I knew I would spend all day tomorrow cleaning up and dreaming of her, so I didn't do anything more than strip off my clothes, clean the makeup off my face, slip into a baby doll with matching panty, and fall into bed. My fingernails played lightly with my cock though the sheer panty as I drifted off to sleep. I wanted to maintain my sexual desire, so avoided playing with myself beyond that light touch. My next orgasm would be with Barb, hopefully the first of many.