Taking the Next Big Step, Going Out In Public Dressed En Femme

shemalia

So now that I had made friends with some other T-Gurls and had sex with them but dressed as a man, I was ready to go all the way. I had procured a nice wardrobe and paraded around my apartment in heels and makeup but never had ventured out . The first steps were to pluck my eyebrows, shave my legs and the other necessary areas always leaving a little patch above my little cock/clit. I had already been wearing panties every day . Foundations were used to enhance my figure including padded bra and padded panties to enhance my butt. Of course , the real challenge was getting a close enough shave to hide my beard under my foundation makeup. Eye liner, eye shadow, rouge , lip stick were all applied until I found myself staring in the mirror and falling in love with this new girl. Even though my hair was styled in a feminine natural, I elected to wear a short wig which framed my small face. To top off the illusion, I wore some dangly earrings, necklace to match, rings and bracelets. For my first foray outside, I went conservative with womens slacks and a sexy matching pullover sweater and black pumps. I waited until about 10:00 before I ventured out , fearful that my neighbors would see me. Walking down the stairs to my car made me feel empowered and turning on the radio to some R&B station , I was soon feeling good and looking forward to visiting the French Quarter which was only about 15 minutes from my apartment. Upon arriving there, I drove around for a while, looking for a dark but safe place to park , preferably near one of the bars that I had previously visited. Having settled on a side street a couple blocks from Bourbon Street, I exited the car and commenced to sashay down the street . I hadn't gone a half a block when a car with a male driver stopped beside me and beckoned me over to him. I leaned over as he asked me if I was looking for a date. A little shocked and surprised, I told him I was going for a drink at a bar down the street. Then he asked if I was a girl or a drag queen. I replied that I was neither but that I wasn't a real girl. He said he thought that I was but he didn't want a ladyboy. He then drove on but not before he said you really look good, I thought you were a woman. Feeling emboldened by that encounter and more confident in my appearance, I sauntered on until I reached a familiar club and walked in . Sitting down at the bar , I searched around the club for a familiar face but saw none. The male bartender approached me and said, " What will you have , Sweetheart?" I ordered a brandy with a water back because it was a chilly night. I had almost finished me drink and picked up my purse preparing to leave when a petite young looking Black T-Gurl entered and stood near the entrance looking out into the street and then back into the bar. Spotting me, she walked over and said she was getting off the streets because the cops were hassling all of the girls on the street. She said you better not go out now. I asked her if she was a street walker and she said yes, she was. So I asked her if I could buy her a drink. She readily accepted and we began to have a conversation about her work and our appearances . I told her about the man who stopped me on the street. She said he may have been an undercover cop trying to see if I was soliciting. We introduced ourselves using our street names and I will refer to her as B.B. She said she was 19 but had been dressing since she was 13. She said she usually made good money on the streets but had been arrested a few times. That frank talk unnerved me but I was glad to share the benefit of her experience. I told her that I was in graduate studies and wasn't looking to be a streetwalker . I just enjoyed dressing up and going out to meet other like minded gurls and men who like us. She said she had a boyfriend with whom she shared her earnings and that she was in love with him. Then she asked me if I liked Black people so I related a little of my sexual history to which she smiled and said that's why you are so friendly and easy to talk to . I told her about my friend whom I had met recently and gone home with. She said Girl, I could fix you up with a lot of guys who like white T-Gurls. I said that would be great and she said we could double date . She asked where I lived and she said she knew the location and wanted to know if she could bring her boyfriend and another friend for me sometime. I agreed and said I would like that but would like to meet him first. She said don't worry he is good looking and nice like me and he loves white girls. But I'm not a real girl , I said. He will know that and he likes T-Gurls so don't worry about that. B.B. and I soon were fast friends and decided to venture out of the bar and visit another place . We had to go only about a half block to the next spot and it was full of transvestites . B.B. knew a lot of them and introduced me all around. Most of them were Black and they seemed to pay special attention to me. I saw B.B. whisper to each of them as she introduced me and saw each of them give me a big smile. We were all feeling good from our drinks and the congeniality so there was a lot of sex talk, touching and feeling. As we had sat down at the bar, one of the taller TV 's sat down beside me while B.B. was in the restroom. She /He placed his hand on my thigh closest to him and said , I understand you like Black men. I shyly answered yes at which he responded by taking my hand and placing it on his already swollen cock and asking me if I liked what I was feeling. He told me to trace his cock down his leg which I eagerly complied with and detected an extremely long prick. He than asked me if I thought I could handle him and that it was 10 1/2 inches long. I said I didn't know but would love to try him on for size if he would be gentle. No problem, he said , I will make you love it and beg for more. Getting excited and more than a little horney, I told him that sounded great to me. I asked him when and where . He said he had to be somewhere later this night but gave me his phone number and I gave him mine. I asked if I could feel his cock some more and had just traveled up and down the length from his root to the head and felt my own little cock responding with quivers when B. B. returned to the bar. She said I see you two have gotten acquainted and then asked me if I liked him . I said very much so. She said good, because that is the friend I told you about. I squealed with delight and hearing that her friend reached over and kissed my lips and stuck his long tongue in my mouth then said , that is just so you know what to expect when we get together. My knees felt weak I was so excited. The hour was getting late and I had to work the next day at a job I had taken for extra money while attending my studies, so we all bid adieu and goodnight to each other. B. B. gave me a big hug and said she was so glad we had met and that she wanted to be my best girlfriend. I hugged her back and said I felt the same way and that we would have such fun together . Her friend and my future date stood up from the bar and I was amazed as he towered over me , me 5'6" and 140 lbs. and he well over 6 feet and hard as a rock in his belly and arms. He reached down, picked me up , held me close to him and planted a long wet kiss on me and whispered in my ear, now don't you forget me and I can't wait to get into your pussy. Oh God! I could have just melted right there. What a perfect night for my debut and the promise of what was to come was almost unbearable for me. I drove home , undressed , showered and crawled into bed and immediately had to relieve the sexual pressure that had welled up with me. After the release , I fell asleep dreaming of my night and anticipating my date with my new flame. That will be the next installment in my blog series as I relate my true to life memories . Hope you enjoy , Shemalia.

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