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Man Made Woman Being angry and drunk is not a good combination. I cursed Tricia my girlfriend and to be more precise my ex-girlfriend. I had invited my gorgeous red-headed girlfriend for a nice romantic dinner at a very good Italian restaurant. I had come straight from work and sat at the bar. I had nursed a couple of drinks before Tricia appeared 40 minutes late. I was getting a little drunk. Tricia was dressed to the nines. Her low cut little black dress showed her magnificent cleavage. Her make-up was immaculate. Her red hair framed her beautiful face. The crimson lips that could give such passionate kisses and suck me dry were the center point of her face. I stared at her wondering why she was dressed so. This was a nice restaurant but not really high end. And it was only a Wednesday. "Mark, we have to talk," she said in a low voice. I looked at her still impressed with her looks. "The table is ready," i said standing up. "I'm not having dinner with you. I came to tell you we're through. I am sorry but this is it. I moved all my things out of the apartment." She fumbled in her purse and handed me her key. "Sorry," she said, turned and left. I stared at her slim figure swing her hips through to the exit and out of my life. I had barely a chance to absorb what she had said. I ordered another drink and sat back down. I finished my drink and went to my car. I needed somewhere less formal to drown my sorrows. I saw the neon lights blinking advertising beer and cocktails. I cut across two lanes and entered the parking lot if a small strip mall. I was grateful that at 8 pm on a Wednesday night there were no police and no traffic in the lanes I crossed. I found some empty spaces and swerved in. I was angry and thirsty and a couple of drinks would be welcome to make this terrible evening disappear into an alcohol fog. The tasteful decor inside was quite a contrast to the dingy outside. Dark wood and dim lights were well balanced. A small stage in front of a small dance floor was the center of a spotlight. A long polished bar with a wide assortment of spirits on the wall behind lay to the right. There were plenty of seats. It was obviously a slow night. Several tables were occupied and the dance floor held just one couple dancing cheek to cheek to a fast number. The stage curtains were drawn, so perhaps there was a show of some sort. I picked a seat at one corner of the bar and ordered a drink. I shook my head to clear my mind. A million questions went through my mind but none formed a coherent thought. I don't recall having screwed up by forgetting her birthday or anniversary. I hadn't screwed around. I had been polite and been on my best behavior. This separation was well planned. She wasn't dressed like that for a normal night out. She was celebrating our separation and her move out. The lady sat the other side of the corner. She was gorgeous. Well dressed in a red sequin gown, heavily made up i thought but tastefully. Her magnificent orbs could not be hidden within the confines of her dress. Her eyelashes were rather long and false. Her crimson lips outlined a generous mouth. Her dark tan indicated some mixed blood. Her hair was black and framed her beautiful face. How could this woman be alone? "Hello," i said. "Can I get you a drink?" She smiled. "Thank you. Just a Perrier please. I don't have much time. I am Samantha. My friends call me Sam." "No problem," i said. "Mark." We raised glasses and drank. "You expecting company?" She smiled showing a set of beautiful teeth. "No, not all. I work here. I am on in a few minutes." She indicated the stage with her head and I saw the long earrings and heard their soft jingle with the movement. "I have a forty minute set coming up. Perhaps later." She smiled and stood up. Her dress was short exposing a pair of beautiful long legs perched on tall heels. The dress was like second skin and clung to her fabulous form. I watched her walk away with liquid movements. She was a beauty. What the hell was I thinking? I had just been dumped by my girlfriend and now I meet an even more gorgeous lady. Was i ready to be dumped again? Yet the 'perhaps cater' comment stuck with me. I called a waitress passing by and asked about food. I hadn't eaten and alcohol was rushing into my bloodstream. The menu wasn't great but I settled for a sandwich and fries. The grease would take care of the alcohol. The waitress appeared a short while later with the food. "Sam will be on shortly. She's great." She had somewhat of a deep voice but in my drunken state she could have been a baritone. Her very large bosom was exposed and held together by a tight fitting top. The skirt was short and patterned stockings disappeared under the skirt. She was perched on impossibly high heels but appeared very comfortable in them. Her face was heavy with makeup and she fluttered her massive lashes. It wasn't a busy night so she hovered nearby. Several of the waitresses appeared similarly clad. I watched Sam appear in a long black gown with silver borders. Her heels made her look even taller. She had sultry voice and exuded sexuality. She was breathtaking. It was decision time. I had to continue drinking if I wanted to wait for Sam's return. Or i could leave now and still be able to drive. Did I really have a chance with Sam - even just for company? I ate my sandwich and gobbled the fries. I tasted nothing but it did help absorb some alcohol. I was wallowing in a morass. The prospect of even just interest helped me put Tricia's departure into the back of my mind. As i stared into my glass in a state of frozen time. I felt a touch on my arm and turned. There she was with a big smile on her face. She had changed into a shorter dress, still very elegant and not hiding her assets. "Want to buy me that drunk now?" Her smile would thaw the ice in my Scotch. "Absolutely," I smiled back at her with a broad smile. The bartender was observing the interaction and placed a slim glass in front of my guest. I think it was white wine. We clinked glasses. "So what brings you to this club?" Sam asked me looking at me. "Well," i started not sure of how to explain. "I really didn't choose this place. I badly needed a drink and I saw the lights. Simple as that," I said. "I see," Sam said softly. She looked at me whilst taking a sip of her wine. "So why did you need a drink so badly?" "Well, I thought I would have a great evening with my lady friend," I began. And soon that let flow a whole dialogue about Tricia and how she had dumped me. I must have rattled on for quite a while. Sam just sat there sipping her drink, looking at me. I don't think I paused to take even a sip of my drink. She waited till I was done. "I know how you feel, Mark. I too parted from my man a few days ago. It was hot and heavy for a little but he wasn't into a mutual relationship. It was all about what he wanted..." Sam looked at me. "C'mon, I love this number and want to dance a little." Sam grabbed my hand and dragged me off. There was just one other couple dancing to the music. She was a tall and quite busty lady. He was overweight but tall and tried to move with her. In spite of the fast pace of the music, Sam swayed her lithe body in slow sensuous movements. I wasn't sure how to dance but shuffled my feet just mesmerized by Sam's liquid movements. And then suddenly she grabbed me and held me tight, swaying slowly to a fast paced song. My drunken state did not prevent me from getting an erection. It was impossible for Sam not to have noticed. The song ended and Sam led me back to the bar, "Thanks," she whispered into my ear, "I needed to shake myself loose." She took a sip of her drink. I sat down in a trance, bewitched by this amazing lady. My mood had changed in the presence of this charming companion. It was almost 11 PM on a working night. If I took another drink I would be busted and couldn't drive home. It was going to be a risk even now. "I don't think you can drive home," Sam said. "And we won't let that happen. Do you live far?" I shook my head 'no'. "About ten minutes from here." "Hey Crystal," Sam called to the waitress. She came over, still with a big smile. "Can you help drive Mark home? I will follow you and bring you back here. I'll change at home later." "Sure," Crystal said. "Our boy here was high before he got here. Now he's hammered." We exited the building and walked to my car. My arms were linked through Crystal's and Sam's. Crystal took my keys. "Can I see you again?" I asked Sam. Even though it was Crystal who was taking me home. "I work here four nights a week," she said. "So I am not hard to find. I come here around 7 but don't start till 9 pm for my first set. So now I have told you more than all others." Sam leant over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See you sometime perhaps," she remarked and strode to her car parked two rows away. Crystal drove me home and talked nonstop about Sam. How she was beautiful, smart and kind hearted. This coincided with my opinion. We laughed and I dwelt on that beautiful girl that had kissed me goodnight. Even if it was on the cheek! As we got out of the car, Crystal turned to me, handed me a card with the club details, and said. "We all love Sam and she has been through a lot lately. Don't fuck with her or you'll find yourself with a handful of trouble you don't want. Got it? Make her happy and you'll have a lot of new friends." Crystal turned and went to Sam's car. I waved them good-bye and watched the taillights disappear. I climbed the stairs to my apartment grateful I hadn't needed to drive. Tricia had hit me hard with her departure. I had not seen that coming but she had moved out. I was gutted. Yet, in spite of alcohol dulling my senses, the evening was not a total loss. Sam was an incredible girl. Tricia was also beautiful but Sam was like a sensuous cat with grace and such liquid movements that it was hard to imagine she had spent time with me. How could any man have dumped her? My mind was torn: the loss of a relationship of over two years and where I saw a long term future. On the other hand there appeared the possibility of a new relationship with a beautiful angel. I had barely the energy to undress and brush my teeth before falling asleep in a drunken stupor. It was only Wednesday was my last thought before lights out. I was glad it was behind me. I had gotten used to Tricia next to me but tonight would be the first day of the rest of my life. It was a short night and I woke up to a monstrous headache. A long shower did nothing to help. I needed lots of strong coffee, some aspirin and a hearty breakfast. None of that cereal stuff that I would share with Tricia, I looked through my suit of yesterday, retrieving my wallet and other items. A card fell out of the top pocket. The Klub Kat was written discreetly although I did not recall anything remotely discreet about the club. All except of course the beautiful Sam. I shivered as I thought of Sam and reflected on the few hours I had spent with her last night. It certainly helped confirm that Tricia was not the only fish in the sea. The day dragged on. I could not concentrate, torn by the loss of Tricia in my life and excited by the opportunity to see Sam again. Even as the day drew to a close, I was still confused. I thought I took good care of Tricia in and out of bed. She never complained but it was obviously not just the sex. I know she wanted to get serious and had hinted as such several times. Whilst I did enjoy my time with her and of course the sex, I wasn't ready to settle down. We were comfortable so why change it? As a bachelor I never paid any attention to dinner or other items in the refrigerator. There was always fast food joints or bars; sometimes I was lucky to have the company of a lady. Since Tricia moved in with me she took care of that stuff. All I could find in the refrigerator was milk and eggs. There was cereal in the cabinet. Nothing for dinner. Then my thoughts moved to my new friend. I knew Sam didn't start till 9 or so and it was just 7.30. Time enough for a drink, some food and to wait for Sam to appear. I was looking forward to it. I had to look up the address as I wasn't sure. The card Crystal gave me helped. I parked the car and made my way into the club. It was cool and dark inside. This early it wasn't busy, a scattering of people and just one other guy at the bar, I saw Crystal and she waved me to a table. I had hoped she would remember me from yesterday and it seemed she did. She smiled back and came over after serving a table. As yesterday, she was perched on tall heels. Her large bust was quite neatly contained in another figure hugging short dress with flared skirts. The exposed part of her breasts were pale. Her face was a mask of heavily applied paints and powders. The most striking of which were the bright red lips and the massive eyelashes, I guess you had to dress the part in this type of place. I saw several other girls similarly attired wait discreetly for customers. It was a Thursday and I assume it would get busy later. Crystal greeted me with a big smile. "How are you feeling today?" She asked. "You had quite a lot to drink." "Yes, sorry about that," I said. "It was a bad evening to start out but it ended well. Thanks so much for leaving your post and driving me home. You sure saved me a DUI ticket. How can I make it up to you? And Sam, of course. What time is she on?" "Well, you should thank Sam more than me. She's the boss. She owns this place now. She is not scheduled to appear tonight," My face must have showed my disappointment. Crystal looked at me and smiled showing large teeth surrounded by those bright red lips. "She may drop in. She does that sometimes." "Great, thanks. I need a beer and some food." I tried to smile away my disappointment. It wasn't Crystal's fault. I vaguely recall Sam mentioning she only worked a few nights a week. But I didn't realize she was the owner of the club. Impressive. I looked around the bar. It was a lot better inside than the outside appearance. It appeared to cater to a discreet clientele. It did not appear to be a meat market. There were couples, just men and also a couple of ladies by themselves. All the ladies were well dressed and, in my opinion, some of the ladies seemed a little over the top in dress and makeup for a place like this. I got my beer and Crystal said there would be a burger and fries coming up soon. I sipped my beer and wondered if I would have chosen to come to a place like this. Certainly not with Tricia. As Crystal delivered my food, she said," I talked to Sam. She's not sure if she can make it tonight. But she'll be here tomorrow. It'll be Friday and we'll be quite busy." That sounded positive. I debated if I should stay and perhaps see her. But I didn't want to be pushy. In any event, tomorrow was Friday and it would be good to see if I could connect with Sam over the weekend. I finished my drink and food, said my farewells to Crystal and left. Friday dawned and I couldn't get Sam out of my mind. I made up my mind to visit the club tonight and talk to her. I had a bounce in my step all day in anticipation of the meeting. I had planned to have an early dinner somewhere. This would allow me to absorb some alcohol and not get hammered so early. The food at the club was limited to a few choices. There was a little Italian restaurant near to the apartment and I thought that would be a good start. I ate there on the way home from the office. I showered and changed into some smart casual clothes. It was almost 8.30 pm now and Sam did say she was there from 7 pm or so. I drove to the club and found a space easily. It wasn't quite so busy. I bounced in eagerly. There was a fair crowd already but it wasn't full. The seat at the bar that I occupied some nights ago was vacant and I sat down. There was music playing and it seems that everybody was loosening up for the weekend. I saw Crystal, busy dealing with a tray of drinks. She nodded and smiled. I ordered my whisky and watched the ice create droplets on the glass. I sipped slowly. "Hi, buy me a drink?" the voice was a little deep and I turned. A rather well dressed lady, with big blonde hair was asking as she sat next to me. Her dress and style were flawless. A nice looking lady. I just looked at her. She was of medium build and had a svelte figure. Her face was well made up and she too sported long lashes, though not quite as large as Crystal's. She placed her purse on the counter and I observed the deep red of her nails. The lipstick matched the nails. I wasn't used to this direct approach but it didn't hurt to buy the lady a drink. "Sure," I said, what'll it be? I am Mark." "White wine please. My name is Nancy. I haven't seen you here before." The voice was a little hoarse but in the noise I didn't pay too much attention. "No, this place is new to me. I....." "Hello Mark, nice to see you," Sam said from behind and kissed my cheek. "Sam, I am so very happy to see you," I started. Nancy got the message and moved away with a hoarse 'thanks for the drink.' Sam looked stunning in a long white dress. Her make-up was a little heavy but very tasteful. The dress hugged her slim figure and I felt a rush as I looked at her. "Drink?" I asked? "Just Perrier, please," she answered. "I am on shortly. Will you stay?" "I don't plan on leaving anytime soon and I promise you won't have to drive me back," I said with a grin. She raised her glass and whispered "but I just might like that." I thought I had a hearing problem. Was this a come on? I grinned like a shit-eating bear at the prospect. Things were looking up. "I came here yesterday too," I said. "I wanted to thank you. I was really grateful. I can't afford to lose my license. I owe you." Sam looked me in the eye for a long moment. "I believe you. You don't owe me anything. But who knows? I may need something from you in the future." We clinked glasses. "I have to go. I'll see you later, OK?" "I have no plans. This seat is mine for the evening." I grinned back at her as she moved gracefully to the back of the complex. The club was getting full now and getting quite loud. Some couples were dancing to the canned music. I slowed down my drinking. Things were going well and I didn't want to spoil my chances with this gorgeous lady. The music stopped and the curtain opened. Sam strode onto the stage, the spotlight following her path, poised, confident and looking like the cover model of a fashion magazine. I watched mesmerized. How many could claim they actually talked to the stars they admired? Sam took the audience through a broad repertoire of blues, jazz and romantic ballads. I sat there mesmerized better able to observe her more than the previous time. There was loud applause each time a song ended and at the end of her set there was loud clapping. It seemed her set went down well. The music began again and some couples began to dance. Some twenty minutes later Sam came to me at the bar. She had changed into a short silver dress that showed a pair of magnificent legs. The V Cut of the dress did more than hint at a pair of well-proportioned breasts. Her make-up was more subtle but the long lashes were still attached. I marveled at her appearance ecstatic that she would be spending time at my side. "Drink?" I asked "Yes, white wine please. Leo knows." Leo was the bartender. A bull of a man with a handlebar moustache. I signaled to him. "You were great," I said. "The audience loved you." "I'm glad," she replied softly. "The question is whether you liked it." She was still looking intently at me. "I loved it," I said honestly. "Great choice of songs and great voice. Where did you sing before?" I really liked her songs but I was so mesmerized by her that she could have been out of tune and I wouldn't have noticed. "Oh various clubs in different cities. It's a long story. Not all pleasant either." Sam took a big gulp of her wine. "Excuse me a moment, please." Sam got up and slid away to talk to Crystal. They spoke for a few minutes and I saw Crystal beaming. Sam then went to the bar and talked to Leo. He nodded his head. Sam came back to me and took a sip of wine. "Would you like to go somewhere quiet?" She asked softly holding my arm gently. Would I? Was I dreaming? "Oh absolutely," I said eagerly. "The bar at the Excelsior Hotel is quite nice and probably quiet tonight." I saw her smile and knew it was on. "Have you eaten?" I asked. "I am not hungry right now. We can order something later perhaps. Give me a minute please. I need my jacket and purse." "Of course." I stood up and watched her glide toward the dressing rooms. I finished my drink pleased that I had restricted myself to just two beers so far. I didn't have long to wait when Sam returned with a white Pashmina shawl and purse. She hooked her arm in mine. "I can drop you back here so if you like we can go in my car." "That would be great." She sounded happy and relieved to be out of the club. "The club is great but it's not for quiet chats." The Excelsior is an old hotel that has seen better times. But old money comes here and discretion is a part of the hotel as much as the dark wood surrounding all the halls. I am sure that there had been many private conversations in these halls. I had met some business colleagues here and knew the rough layout. Sam linked my arm as we entered the hotel and I steered her to the bar. It was quite empty, dark and had small tables with padded chairs for easy and private conversations. I found a quiet table of the many available. "What'll it be?" I asked She smiled at me with that big smile. "You choose." "That's a challenge. Champagne?" "That would be nice. Just a glass." Again that inviting smile. I got us two glasses, sat down and drew my chair close. We clinked glasses. "To a great relationship, I hope," I offered. "I think I would like that very much," she said. "So tell me about you." So I spent some time explaining my life on the coast and moving to the Midwest for college where I stayed. My mother was still there, father had passed on. My college life where I graduated in Business and was a Director in a small engineering company. Things were OK and life was good. Sam asked about Tricia. So I explained how we met and our relationship of several years. I was relieved to tell her about Tricia and a weight was lifted. I ordered another round and it seemed that we were sharing some intimate moments. "So how about you?" I asked. "With your talent, what are you doing singing in that small club?" I meant that. With her looks and singing style she could have been a hit anywhere. Sam looked at me intensely for a moment and then asked, "Do you have any idea of what the Klub Kat is?" "It's a bar, right? Seems to have a mixed crowd, drinks, some food, dancing and you!" "Mark, did you ever look around you at the club?" Sam continued to look at me closely. I shook my head 'no'. I saw all I wanted to see. "Did you see our waitresses?" "I met Crystal of course and saw some others. But what do you mean?" Obviously I was missing something. "Oh Mark, this may shock you. You may not want this conversation - and relationship - to go any further." Sam's voice was low. She sounded hurt or may be disappointed. I didn't know what I had done? I took Sam's hand in mine. "Sam, I am sorry if I am being dense. But, to be very honest, I have no idea what you are talking about. I really don't. But I can tell you that I have looked forward to see you again and I sincerely hope that we can get to know each other better." Sam kept her hand in mine and looked at me intensely. Perhaps it was my imagination of the subdued lighting, but I saw a teardrop forming in her eye. There was a moment of silence. "I need to tell you my story and you may be put off and never want to see me again. Or we may develop to be more than friends." Sam's voice was steady. "That would...." Sam's finger went to my mouth asking for silence "Shush," she said softly. "Let me tell you a story and please don't interrupt. It is hard for me as it is. I haven't said this to many people." She took a sip of her drink and began. "I was born to a mixed family 26 years ago. My father was Brazilian and my mother American. I had two other siblings. I was the only boy, the youngest...." "Boy?" I started to say but she squeezed my hand hard. "Sorry," I said and took a big gulp. How could this beautiful lady have been a boy? Was she still a boy? Sam continued, "Father left us quite poor and mother had to work hard to support us. We went through many difficulties but survived. There is only one year between my siblings and me and so I got the castoffs. I wore their clothes and even in my teenage years took to dressing like them. Nobody paid any attention to us. As my sisters grew and their bodies changed, I too adapted. Nobody paid attention to me and I grew up as a girl. I was pretty and the boys liked me. Soon they were trying to get into my panties. Had I let them, I would have been beaten to death when they discovered my secret. Luckily my sisters took care of the needs of the boys and so I was saved me from that beating. At sixteen I got a job as a waitress, then in a club. I didn't think of myself as anything but female. I had to clear tables and do all the menial work...." Sam continued her story. I had a mental block. I still couldn't understand that this incredible lady in front of me was born a boy. Sam was telling of her life at the club and how the cabaret singer took a liking to her and helped her by making Sam an assistant. This lady also discovered her talent as a singer and coached her, teaching her not only to sing but also in dress style, make up and all else. Sam sang as an introductory act and soon grew in confidence. She trained herself to sing in a voice that dis not betray her sex. Sam moved cities and sang in several bars and moved here a few months ago. The club owner took a liking to her and she settled down. But that partner decided that Sam had some parts he didn't any longer want. He left with a buxom blonde for parts unknown. He wrote over a large part of his share of the club to her to keep her silence. Sam became the majority owner and manager of the club. This had only happened in the last few weeks. She was getting used to being alone. Her one lament: no partner with whom she could enjoy life. She felt good that the club could offer a venue for people with gender issues to enjoy themselves. She was also glad that some - like Crystal - had the opportunity for employment. Did I know Crystal was just like Sam? Of course I didn't know. I appeared in her life totally unplanned and something had caused her to take notice in Mark. Since I had no idea about Sam's past, I treated her like the beautiful lady she was. Sam appeared drained after such a lengthy speech. I guess she didn't want to start a relationship with someone only to be let down after they found out. She was silent but still holding my hand. She continued to look at me looking for clues as to my reaction. I just sat there looking back at her unable to resolve in my mind that this beautiful woman sitting beside me, holding my hand, probably had something hanging between her legs too. And what about those magnificent globes? Where did those come from? "Aren't you going to say anything?" Sam asked quietly, totally downcast. "Please....." Something snapped in my mind. I couldn't understand much of this but I could understand what a difficult and terrible life she had lead. She was OK now, living as she wanted, but obviously she was missing out on friends too. I could imagine that in spite of her looks serious friendships would be hard. What did I feel? I had no idea but I didn't want to let go. It must have taken a lot for Sam to confide in me. I had been in that club thrice and never looked beyond the outward appearance of people. They all must have had their share of issues. Here I was feeling sorry for my break up with Tricia when Sam must feel even double of what I had felt. I didn't know the reasons for her breakup but the fact she wanted to tell me this before getting involved was a good sign. 'Time to act Mark Hampton,' I said to myself. I grabbed Sam's hand in mine and looked her in the eye. "Sam, I am really sorry for what you have been through. I would be lying if I said I understood any of this. I can't think of you as anything else as the person I see before me. Can you understand that?" I saw a large tear forming in Sam's eye but I still held her hands firmly. I continued, "It must be hard to have to explain such stuff. I am so glad you shared that part of your life with me. I have a million questions for you but I really don't know where to start. Let me say that you are one of the most beautiful ladies I have met, warm and kind. I was so happy you wanted to spend time with me tonight. I would very much like to understand more, what you went through and how you had the strength to cope. I wish I was that strong. I really want to know you better." A hesitant smile appeared on Sam's face. My mind was in a turmoil and I didn't know how to proceed. Sam interrupted my thought. "Will you take me back to the club? My car is there and I need to change." The magic of this evening was broken. "Of course," I said dumbly. Still not sure what Sam expected. I had planned a different outcome for tonight ending in my bed. But that would be disastrous for Sam - and also for me. Sam stood up, turned and started to walk. I soon caught up with her, grabbed her arm and hugged her sideways. She didn't respond. I drove her to the club which still appeared to be open and buzzing. I could hear music as I walked her to the door. "Sam, can I see you tomorrow?" I asked her and gave her a big hug. "Thanks for sharing, I really can't believe what you must have gone through." Sam didn't hug back. She kissed my cheek lightly and entered the club. She didn't answer my question. Stupidly, I let he go. The shock hit me and I needed a drink so I went in. Sam had disappeared backstage. Music was playing, couples were dancing and there was plenty of action. I saw Crystal who came up to a few minutes later. "If you hurt Sam, you'll leave here without your balls." She spat this at me and hurried behind the stage. I knew Crystal had warned me but I had not said a bad word to Sam - at least I didn't think so. I ordered a drink and sipped it. Sometime later Crystal appeared. "You are one dumb fuck," she whispered in my ear. "A beautiful lady, inside and out, almost throws herself at you and you can't respond? How stupid are you?" "Sorry," I said. "I really didn't know how to react. It was a shock!" "Shock, my arse. You better not come here again." Crystal walked away and I hurried after her. "Crystal, please listen," I pleaded. She turned around and if looks could have killed, I would have been dead. ' "What?" she asked with a snarl "Please tell her I want to see her again. I apologize for behaving badly. Please tell her that." "I am not going to disturb her again now. Here's my number. Call me in the morning. I'll talk to her later. You had better find a good way to make it up to her." Crystal used some paper in her skirt pocket and scribbled down a number. "Don't call before 10." She walked away. I considered having another drink but it certainly would not help my thinking. So I left and drove home. Instead of walking to my apartment, I parked the car and walked along the street. It was not busy at this time of the night and also not well lit. But there were many shops and strip malls along this stretch of road. I walked and thought about Sam and what she had revealed. I should be flattered and humbled at hearing this from her. It couldn't have been easy. I couldn't understand whether she was a male dressed like that or now a female. I couldn't ask the question and she did not reveal it. Did it matter? I didn't know. I claimed to be open minded and every moment I had spent with Sam she was very much the lady. I had heard of such people before but never know or met anyone like this. I must have walked for an hour mulling over these thoughts I was no nearer a conclusion. What if she did not want to see me again? Did I really want a relationship with this lady? I had heard about people with gender issues but had never had to contend with it. Once I had a friend who dressed in drag - bad drag - for Halloween at college. But it was all in good fun. He was an exaggeration of a female and quite the opposite of Sam. I couldn't compare them. Sam could be fun but she also was a classy lady. Would a relationship with her make me gay? What would my mother or my friends think? I had some but not that many close friends. My mother, well, she lived on the coast and rarely visited me. I visited her for all the major holidays and did call her weekly. I went back and forth in my mind. What kind of relationship - if any - did I want with Sam, beautiful as she was? I was still wondering if she had surgery and was now truly female. Did it matter? Sam is who she is and I needed to accept her. I had been thunderstruck and not acted well when she told me all that stuff. Crystal was right. I was a dumbass. I tossed and turned and didn't fall asleep till late. It was after 10 am when I woke and made my first pot of coffee. What was I going to do? I had no idea but I knew clearly that I did want to pursue a relationship with Sam. The labels didn't matter. She looked and was more a lady than many of the girls I had dated. So what if she had some extras? I had to call Crystal but was still not sure what to say or do. There was no way to delay and I made the cal. Crystal sound quite cool when I called. "So what do you want?" Her question was redundant I thought. She knew why I was calling. "Crystal, I really need your help. I really want to make it up to Sam and talk with her." I was trying to plead my case. "Why?" Crystal was making this easy for me. But then again she was Sam's friend and protector. "Look, I am really sorry I screwed up. I really want to show Sam that I accept who she is and the past doesn't matter. I want her to know that I respect her and her lifestyle." "It's a start, I suppose. But I give you this advice for free. Sam has been hurt a lot by someone. She thought you were perhaps someone she could relate to. She was disappointed with your response. I did tell her you were sorry and wanted to see her. She didn't say 'yes' but she didn't say 'no' either. So you need to do something special to convince her. That's as much advice as I can give." Crystal was looking out for Sam and I did recall her words that evening as she drove me home. "Can I see you?" I asked in desperation. "Why?" Her question was good. I really didn't know. "Please, Crystal. I know you can help me. I really want this to work out with Sam." I had no idea what to do but felt Crystal was the key to Sam's door. "I have things to do on Saturday. There is a coffee shop on the corner of 5th & Adams St. Be there in hour. I won't be waiting for you." She hung up. I showered and dressed casually. It wasn't far to that coffee shop but I didn't want to be late. This was my last chance. As I drove to the coffee shop I passed by the Klub Kat. The neon lights were still blinking. The message was different. It advertised a drag revue at 9 pm tonight. 'Great', I thought. Perhaps Sam won't be working. But perhaps she wouldn't want to see me. I could hardly make a scene in the club. My mind awhirl I found a parking space a block away from the coffee shop. I was fifteen minutes early. Time to compose myself and think of some reason. I ordered two coffees and just found a table when Crystal walked in right on time. This was a different Crystal. She had a skirt and blouse, was discreetly made up and looked like an average housewife shopping on a Saturday morning. She walked straight o my table, placed a rather large hand bag on a chair. I pushed the coffee toward her. "Thanks for making the time," I said. "I really need your help." "With what?" he reply was curt and she looked at me directly as she took a sip of coffee. "I want to see Sam again. Please Crystal, help me. I promise I will not hurt Sam." I hoped she would hear the sincerity in my voice. "It will be difficult. We have a special show in tonight. We have it every month. Sam will play hostess and she won't have any time for you." I had seen the sign so I knew this was true. I took a sip of coffee in deep thought. "I wanted your help with something," I said. "I want to be there tonight. I want to.. well I thought it might help if I.. you know fell in with the crowd." "Stop rambling. I have no time for this. What is it that you want to do?" Crystal was detached and still staring at me. "I think I would like to ... well ...may be.. dress and meet Sam," I said in a whisper. Crystal stared at me. "You trying to play the fool? It's a bad joke and I am out of here. You want to laugh, go somewhere else." "Crystal, "I pleaded. "No, on the contrary. I really want to see Sam, to prove I accept who she is and try to empathize. Crystal, I am desperate. Please help me. Believe me, I will never do anything to hurt Sam or you." Again that piercing look. She finished her coffee in silence. "You serious?" "Yes. Really. But I have no idea what to do. Please help me." I saw a small opening. "I am not sure how sincere you really are. The words are good but actions speak louder." There was a pause. I had nothing more to say though I had no idea what was entailed. "You had better be serious otherwise I'll personally come to your apartment and crush your balls. You'll never be able to be a man again. Understand?" It was said quietly but I knew she meant it. "I am. I promise." What else could I say? Crystal opened her bag and grabbed her cellphone and dialed a number. "Hey Angel, it's Crystal. I need a favor. I need you to work on somebody to have him attend the show tonight. It will take some time. Can you do it?" She was listening. "Got to look good to impress. You can figure all that stuff out. When can you meet?" she talked a little more and finished the call. Crystal looked at me again. "If you fuck this up, you will regret it. Understand? Angel will help you. It will take some time and she wants you there for 3 pm. She'll get everything you need but call her now. She has some questions. I suggest you drive over to the club later and park your car. Then take a cab to Angel's. She is coming tonight too so she may drive or you can take a cab back here. Be there for about 8.30. Don't let me down." Crystal wrote out a name, telephone number and address on a napkin. "See you." Crystal got up and left. I left the shop and decided to call Angel from the privacy of my car. It was just about 12.30 pm now. I had some time to kill. I called Angel who asked me a lot of questions. Height, weight, shoe size. She thought perhaps I should come a little earlier than planned around 2.30 as she thought there was a lot to be done. She also asked me to purchase some Nair and bring it with me. I should also bring some swimming trunks, the bikini style. I could shower at her place. I wasn't sure what I had gotten into. I suppose I could still back out but that meant that I would be giving up on Sam forever. Crystal would see to that. I was sure I didn't want that to happen. If I could go through with this for today, I would have no regrets. I had to try. I knew that Sam had been through a lot more ridicule, pain and humiliation than I would for one night amongst strangers. If tonight failed, I would never see any of them again. I knew that I had to make a serious attempt at this. I did not doubt that Crystal would carry out her threat. I wanted my balls intact. I bought the Nair at the large drugstore. I needed to calm my nerves. I went back home and had a double Scotch. I felt the burn and it calmed me a little. I wasn't sure how long that would last as I left for Angel's. I parked the car at the club as Crystal suggested and took a cab to Angels. There was no salon it was an apartment over a nail salon at the end of a small parade of shops. I climbed the staircase anxiously not sure what to expect. I was at the point of no return. Turn back and Sam was lost. I knocked on the door. Angel was a slim blonde with great figure. Momentarily I wondered if she had a cock under that tight skirt. Where the hell was my mind going? Soon people would be wondering that about me. "Hi," she said with a big smile, "come in." She led me to a room that had been set up as a salon. Lots of big mirrors, a wall to wall closet on one side. A large salon style chair faced the mirrors. An array of cosmetics were neatly line up. A side shelf held an array of wigs of every length and color. I guess she did this kind of transformation regularly. I wondered who her clients were. "I think this will take a little longer as you are new to all of this. I thought that I would get you ready and if you wait a little and we can go to the club together. That's what Crystal suggested." "Yes," I said. "Hey, don't be nervous. You'll look great and fit in well. With your slim figure I don't see any problems. Just relax. Crystal said we should make it as convincing as possible. No half-hearted attempts. Agree? " Angel was all friendly and full of smiles. "Yes," I said slowly. "It needs to be as convincing as possible." "Drink? Coffee or tea or something stronger?" "Coffee would be great." I had already had a stiff drink. "Why don't you change into those swim trunks? I'll help with the hair remover." Angel pointed to the en suite bathroom. "You can put your clothes into this bag." She handed me a paper bag from a grocery store. I went into the bathroom and undressed. I pulled up an old pair of swimming trunks, not the boxer type I now wore. A soft knock and Angel entered. "I put the coffee on. Great, those are exactly the swimming trunks I meant. Please step into the shower area." There was no bathtub but quite a large shower area. "How hairy are you down there?" Angel asked quite directly. "Not very," I said. I didn't want that area nude. "Lower you trunks a little. I've seen plenty of cocks. You haven't got anything I haven't seen," she said in a matter of fact voice. I lowered the trucks to the top of my penis. "Not at all ladylike. I am going to trim it a little." Angel took a small scissors and trimmed away the curly hair. It was short now and not at all curly. She helped pull my trunks back up. Then Angel donned some plastic gloves and opened the bottle of Nair I had purchased. "This will sting after a few minutes but it will be worthwhile." She started to rub this stuff from my neck down. She turned me around and did my back and legs and right up to my crotch. "You may need to shave down there and also apply the Nair between your cheeks if you intend to dress often," Angel remarked. My bulge was growing into an ugly lump. "I don't think so," I said. "I need to do this today for someone to prove a point. No plans to carry on." "That's what they all say," Angel murmured. "Wait a few minutes till it tingles all over ad then shower please. Then shave your face and neck carefully and very closely. You may need to do it twice and also against the growth for a smooth finish." She left the room and I did feel the tingling. I turned on the shower full blast. I wasn't very hirsute, but saw a nice smooth body emerge. It felt strange as my hands roamed my body but it certainly felt good. I shaved as instructed taking care not to cut myself. So far I could live with it. The next part would be more difficult and take more getting used to. I wrapped a towel over my wet trunks and entered the bedroom. Angel was waiting and inspected me closely. She had a bottle in her hand. Using a gloved hand she applied this all over my body and legs. "This is moisturizer. It will help." She applied it and I could sense how my skin was responding to the lotion. "You had better remove those trunks and put this on," Angel handed me a thong like garment. "It's called a gaffe and will flatten your boy bits. Pull your thing back between your legs. It's meant to be tight to flatten your parts down there. Use the facilities if you can. It may be a struggle later. I'll get the coffee." I went back to the bathroom and removed my trunks. That gaffe looked awful small. I struggled with it and managed to arrange my manly parts without too much discomfort. It did present a flat front though. I wondered if Sam used something like this or didn't need it, I hoped very much to find out. What if I needed the restroom? It would be a struggle. Angela looked at me and smiled, holding out a cup of coffee. "Good. You managed," was all she said. "We have some decisions to make." Angela pointed out to some outfits on the bed. "Which do you like best?" They were all glittery. A red dress with a square cut front and spaghetti straps looked great but awfully short. There was a bright blue dress that had pleated front which would show a deep cleavage. There was the black dress, also quite short with rows of tassels. They all would look great on Sam. For me I had no idea. They had very little material to hide my imperfections. "I don't know," I confessed. "They all look good but I have no idea what would be the best. Please, you decide." "Well, let me explain and may be it would be easier. Of you wear the red or the black, we may need to use a different way to portray your breasts. The blue may offer a different solution," "I don't understand. What do you mean?" I really had no clue. "Well, I think if you want the red or the black, then we may need to use an adhesive breast form. With the blue, we may get away with the right bra and inserted forms. Don't worry. If we use adhesive, they will stay in place through dancing and sex even. I can give you a solvent to remove them easily. With the inserts, they'll feel different but will also work well." Angel was looking at me intently. At this point it really didn't matter. The red and black out fits would stand out more, but the blue looked good too. I drained my coffee. "Please decide. I'm not sure." "OK. Let's go for broke. We'll use the adhesive. Remind me to give you the solvent. It would also make any 'bedtime activity' more fun." Angela was smiling whilst my heart was thumping. If only I could have that activity with Sam tonight I would go through anything. Would Sam be interested or repulsed? I didn't know. I just hoped she would understand that I wanted to please and impress her. Angela took out a box and pulled out two lifelike forms. They appeared to be very close to my skin color. She held one jelly like form and sprayed it, then the other. She wiped my breast area dry then inspected me closely and pressed the first form to my chest, over my nipple. She ran her fingers around the edge and I was amazed to see that the edges were barely visible. "Hold this firmly and don't move," Angela commanded whilst applying the other to my left side. She moved my other hand to the breast and asked me to press tight for a minute. Next she took a stick of color and applied it to the edges, blending it with her fingers. Even I, the proud owner of two big beautiful mounds, had difficulty to see the edges. "That's a nice 'C' cup. I don't have any bigger here otherwise I would have lent them to you." Angela's smile widened. "I think you could carry a D cup quite well." I wondered whether she used them herself or had clients for them like me. "Perhaps, the next time." There would be no next time but there was no reason to put her off now, The next item was a corset. It was studded in front and had long laces. It had a built it demi-cup bra. Angela positioned it under my breasts and began to tighten the cords at the back. "Good for support of your breasts and also gives you a nice shape. Now you can wear a low cut dress quite proudly." The corset forced cleavage on me but I still was getting used to breathing differently. "There. It wasn't so bad, was it?" It wasn't a question I needed to answer. I was still getting used to breathe differently. My breasts lay snugly in the half cup. "Please sit." I say on the chair slowly as Angela turned the chair around. She knelt and began to pull up some stockings on my legs. They were shiny and gave my legs a great look. The soft silk was very sensuous. "Stand." Angela was all business. She attached the stocking to the tabs hanging from the corset. The taut silk against my leg was simply indescribable. "Step into this carefully." I held on to Angela as I stepped into a pair of black lace trimmed panties. Did she have all of this in stock for guys like me, I wondered. "Let's try the red dress first," Angela said bringing the dress to me. She pulled it over my head and arranged it over the corset. It hugged my now shapely figure and exposed the tops of two very nice globes. She tugged and pulled and led me to a mirror. "Well, what do you think?" "Amazing." I said. "At least from the neck down." "Don't worry about that. You'll be a doll before we're done," she threatened. She removed the red dress and pulled over the blue dress. It reminded me of that iconic Marilyn Monroe dress in white. More pulling and tugging and then it was time for the black dress. This was the shortest of all and barely covered my stocking tops. All the pulling in the world wouldn't hide my stocking tops. "I think, the red," Angela pronounced. "What do you think?" "This is a little short, don't you think?" I wasn't sure I would be comfortable with my panties showing as I sat. "Well, depends on what you have in mind for tonight. But I think you're right. Red it is. With blonde curls. You'll be a knockout." Angela already was pulling the black dress off me and pulled the red back on. It was perhaps a couple of inches longer but in my state of mind that was a lot. The material was stretchy and settled well over my new curves. The neckline showed the top of two quite large globes. I still couldn't believe they were mine. It was cleverly tailored to fit my tightly corseted body. "We'll have to adjust after, so please sit in the chair." Angela draped a smock over me so as to protect any of her makeup falling on the dress. I knew this would be a dramatic transformation. I had no idea what I would look like but I knew that with the right look I would have more confidence in facing Sam. I couldn't imagine how Sam would react. I hoped she would recognize my efforts. Angela pulled a small beige hose item. It was a wig cap. She pulled this taut over my head flattening my hair. She used some tape to it made me look bald but this was only the start. I was curious how I would turn out. A gross comical figure? Elegant and model like? Or just plain vanilla. All I wanted was to be able to pass and be able to see Sam. I certainly hoped she would like what she saw. "So, as this is an evening event, the makeup will need to be a little heavier. You want to make a good impression, right?" Angela began to feel my face and check for any traces of beard. She applied a cooling moisturizer all over my face and neck. "We'll need to trim a little of this too," Angela said feeling my eyebrows. This worried me. I had to go to work. "Is that really necessary? Please be light. I have to go to work on Monday," I said. "Have you seem a presentable lady with bushy brows? If you are going to leave these premises as a beautiful doll, I need to make some adjustments. I promise not to go over the top. If you really want to impress we can shave them and paint on some thin brows." Angela was smiling. "No, no..Just be careful," I said as Angela grabbed some tweezers and began her plucking. I couldn't see her actions too well but I did feel the tug and pull of many hairs. "Ok, enough for now," she said as she turned my face to the mirror. I thought it was dramatically thinner but I could get away with it. Next Angela applied a creamy foundation that went from my hairline to the globes on my chest. It matched my skin tone well. My face now seemed like a blank canvas waiting for color. On the counter was a whole pallet of cosmetics. "You had better pay attention a little as you may need to repair your makeup," Angela said. "I know you will have to repair your lipstick even several times depending on what goes in your mouth." I didn't want to think of what she meant. I am sure many of her clients would need that advice. Angela spent a lot of time in applying several shades of shadow in cream, with a hint of red. This looked quite nice against my red dress. There was a technique to applying the color and then blending it for dramatic effect. A liquid liner was then applied to the top and bottom lid. I looked like a deer. Then she brought out some eyelashes. They appeared huge. Once glued to my upper lids I was looking at the world through a mesh. To my surprise, they felt comfortable. Although large, they were smaller than the ones Crystal was using. Of course, that wasn't enough. Angela glued on some smaller lashes to the bottom. My eyes were large, spidery and quite a focal point of my face. My thinned eyebrows were darkened and I saw the gradual disappearance of Mark. A rose colored blush swept up my cheekbones adding to my rosy complexion. I marveled at the transformation. Angela was a study of concentration. I admired her skill in transforming a nondescript into a striking, perhaps even glamorous, female. Finally, with a sharpened pencil she outlined my lips. I could see the outline of a pair of broad full lips. A bright fire red colors was applied in several layers. After several blottings more color and as many layers of a clear gloss. "You'll need to touch your lips up so I'll put the lipstick in your purse." Angela was clearly pleased with her work. "Just a few more things and you're done." Angela was selecting from the rack of wigs. She took down two wigs, both blonde. One was a mass of curls and the other more wavy, Marilyn Monroe style. Angela pulled the curly wig on my head with a lot of pulling and running her hands through the mass of curls. The transformation from male to female was nothing short of amazing. Those massive lashes and bright lips were outstanding features of the face below the curls. After looking at me from all sides, Angela changed the wig. My face took on a different perspective altogether. It was now more glamorous, more sexy. "What do you think?" she asked "I like both but may be this one?" I liked the wavy style to the mass of curls. Angela looked back at me. "Yes, very stylish." She pulled a little more and pinned it in place to the wig cap. Masses of hairspray was applied. I thought I looked good. Could I pull it off? "Just need a few more touches. She clipped two long earrings to my ears. There were strands of red beads and matched the outfit perfectly. "Place your hands on the counter." I moved my hands from under my cape still unable to look away from the image in the mirror. Within minutes I had brightly tipped nails glued on. "I am not using glue just the adhesive tabs. So go easy or you'll lose your nails." Angela pressed the nails again to ensure proper adhesion. "Now doe the really tricky part." She bent down with two shoes. Red heels with straps. She slipped them on and buckled them. They were tight and not too tall. "Only three inches," she said. "I would like to use higher but as it is your first time, we'll go easy." She stood up and removed the cape. "Ok, stand up slowly," Angela grabbed my elbow and steadies me as I stood. I felt the immediate pressure on my calf muscles. I held on to the chair until I regained some balance. Angela pulled down my dress. "I need some time to get ready. Here's a purse so put your ID, wallet and whatever in there. I have also put some of the cosmetics you will need. I suggest you walk around the apartment and get you balance. You won't be doing much walking tonight but try to sway your hips." Angela handed me a red beaded purse and left me to admire myself in the mirror. I really looked good, felt great. If only Sam would think so, I would be very pleased. I found the bag with my stuff and extracted my wallet and keys. I saw a bottle of solvent that I would need to remove the forms. Inside the purse Angela had put a lipstick, a small compact, mascara and eyebrow pencil. I also found some condoms. I know one should always be prepared but this was not what I had in mind. Still I left them in the purse. It had a long strap and I was easily able to hang it from my shoulder. I started to walk around the room, trying to wiggle my hips. It didn't take too long to find my balance although I couldn't get the wiggle. Thankfully, the heels were manageable. The more steps I took, the more at ease I felt. I was hoping and praying that Sam would find this acceptable. I am not sure how long the gap was, but Angela appeared. I still did not know if she was a born female. Yet she looked and acted every bit as natural as my mother and Tricia. She was dressed in an extremely short black dress. Her heels must have been 5" Her breasts stood out proudly and she looked a treat. Heavy eye makeup and a dark crimson lipstick contrasted with my lip color. She looked fabulous. Long dangling earrings and a row of small black beads or pearls hung around her neck. She would definitely be regarded as eye candy. "So it's only 7.30 now and the drive is only about twenty minutes. How about a drink? White wine? Please go into the living area." Angela was already moving toward the kitchen without waiting for a response. I wondered how many men she had transformed in these rooms... "Yes, please," I said wishing she had something stronger. But any alcohol was better than nothing. Angela returned with a small tray holding a bottle, glasses and a small plate. ""I made some small cheese sandwiches before you came. I can't drink without something in my stomach." She put them on a small dining table with four tall chairs. I was grateful as getting up from the sofa would be more difficult. "Thanks," I whispered trying to lower my voice. "So, what do we call you? Mark doesn't go with your looks." Angela was right. I hadn't any idea but probably I needed to maintain my female guise. "So may I suggest Marcie?" Angela took a sip of wine. "It's almost like Mark and I can't go about introducing you to my friends as Mark." "That sounds good," I agreed. I took a bite of the sandwich and also a sip of wine. It all seemed so normal. Two girls waiting to go out on a Saturday night. "Crystal tells me this is all about impressing Sam. You have gone through a lot of trouble and I hope he appreciates it. She also said you had no experience with this." Angela took a sip of wine looking at me. She thought Sam was a male and I was dressing to impress him. How could I explain that Sam was a 'she' that I was trying to impress and win over? "Well, this is all new to me and I didn't expect to be dressed like this." I wasn't sure how to explain the Sam situation. "Look, Marcie, I have helped many transformations. I have heard stories you wouldn't believe. Go with your instincts and you won't do wrong. Let me give you some hints to impress your guy. Always make sure your makeup is impeccable." Angela paused to take a sip of wine. I wasn't sure I wanted to hear these details but didn't want to go into long explanations either. "Putting on a layer of lipstick before you go down on your knees will definitely excite him." She paused again for a sip of wine gazing at me. I want sure how I should react. She was trying to be kind, but this was not where I saw myself. "We didn't use any lubrication on you back there and if you are planning to go there, I can help you. It will be less painful and more enjoyable." I didn't like this practical advice. "I don't think so. Thanks. This is a first date with me like this." "Ok, Marcie. Just some friendly advice. The first time my guy did me back there it was without preparation and it hurt like hell. The pleasure came afterwards." Angela was smiling at me. I still didn't know if she was like me or had another opening down there. "We need to leave in about 10 minutes so let's do a little touch up. Please stand." We both stood up. "Always pull down you dress as it may have ridden higher when you sit." So I tugged at the end smoothing down the front. Angela came to me, put her hand down the back and checked the corset. It still seemed pretty tight. I was getting used to it. "Corset's still in place." She adjusted the spaghetti straps and I felt them drip my shoulders. She adjusted the front fussing with the amount of breast I was exposing. She pulled the dress down until the square cut was just above the bra cups. All looked great. "Now take out your lipstick, look in the compact mirror and carefully touch up your lips. Don't go over the edge." I opened the compact, rolled out the lipstick and touched up my lips. I 1don't think it needed it but it seemed like a natural thing for girls to do. "What do I owe you for all of this?" I knew these things cost money. Also the hours she spent on me. "I think we should talk about that tomorrow or Monday. No rush. If you decide to keep some stuff, we'll have to adjust the prices. Most guys who go through all of this can't stay away from it." Angela obviously did a good business but I didn't think I would be going through this again. "OK," I said softly. "We'll see. I'll call you Monday." "Good, keep your voice like that. Don't try to speak in a higher voice. It all sounds so artificial." This was good advice. I needed to keep my voice down. "One last thing," she said disappearing into her salon. A moment later she was spraying me with a delicate perfume. I really liked the smell and asked for the brand. It was light, flowery and not at all overpowering. "Ready?" she asked as I hung the purse over my shoulder. "I think it's warm enough. You won't need a coat or wrap." Angela grabbed the bag with my male clothes and opened the door and waited for me to exit. 'World, here I come,' I thought as Marcie exited into the world outside. "Hold the rail. I don't want you tripping in those heels." Angela advised. She was right. That would ruin everything. I walked slowly down the stairs, very conscious of how I looked. It was just a short walk to her car parked behind the parade. "When you enter a car, get in sideways smoothing out your skirt. Then swing your legs in." Angela opened the door for me and I sat down slowly and swung my legs in. The seat belt went right between my breasts and I was very aware of the two large mounds on my chest. Angela talked all the way there. It was a great monthly event and many people from all walks of life would be there. I would be sure to get plenty of attention. She hoped Sam would find me to be a knockout. My heart was beating faster as the moment of truth was near. As we approached and found parking, Angela called Crystal. All I heard was that "..Marcie looked like a doll.' As we got out of the car, Angela took my bag and we walked over to my car and put the bag in the boot. "Ready?" she asked. Crystal said to come right in. So we walked slowly to the entrance. It was a mixture of fear, excitement and expectation that flowed through me. Crystal almost opened the door immediately. General doors opened at 9. Speechless Crystal looked me up and down and broke out into a big smile. "Angel, Marcie owes you big time. You've worked a miracle." She pulled us both in and whispered to me, "Sam's getting ready come with me." To Angel she said she should wait at the bar she would be right back. Crystal took my hand and led to me the dressing room area. Waitresses I recognized walked past me. They didn't know who I was. It was a short dark passage and there were two dressing rooms. One was open and several of the performers appeared to be in various states of dress. They all appeared to be lik