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Being a transvestite - Part 1 Chapter 2
Being a transvestite - Part 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 2 : The Night Out
They passed three more people on the way to Fiona’s car before they finally arrived at the spot where she had parked it. The good thing was that Fiona felt much more comfortable in Dom’s company than when she was alone. They had got a lot of looks by some guys passing, but were "deep" in conversation, that is Dom was, while Fiona desperately tried to think of a way to get rid of Dom without being offensive. Fiona opened the doors of her car, and they both stepped in. "You can give me your purse", Dom said, and Fiona saw no reason not to. She held it for Fiona, whilst she was driving. "So where are you meeting your friend Fiona?" (Now be careful. Think quickly!) "In the 'Sports Bar'", which was a popular side street bar near the sea front, and the first name that occurred to Fiona.
"What a coincidence! That's where I was going, too!" (Shit. Shit. Damn it.) "Great", Fiona said. She MUST have noticed, but Fiona still clung on to the remote chance that Dom had not. What else could she do? Fiona had actually never been in that pub in drag, only to a gay night club called Secrets, when she’d felt very courageous. Fiona needed to THINK, but Dom still kept their conversation going. Dom told Fiona that she did not like her hair the way it was and asked Fiona, if she had any suggestions. Fiona told her hair looked just fine to her, and felt like Huckleberry Fin dressed up as the girl in Mark Twain's great novel.
Far too soon they arrived in the city. Fiona looked for parking in a somewhat deserted area, like she usually did, but Dom exclaimed that she knew a parking spot that was nearly always free and very close to the 'Sports Bar', so they kept driving. The streets were busier now on this Saturday night, and they had to stop at crosswalks a lot, where some guys looked right into their car, mostly stareing at Fiona’s chest. Fiona had got a lot of whistles on their way, and Dom congratulated her on her looks.
“Thanks.” They finally entered the street to the Sports Bar from the sea front, and Dom asked Fiona to stop the car. Dom wound her window down and shouted something in Greek at an old man who then promptly moved a pair of traffic cones to one side allowing Fiona to park her car. Fiona still had no plan, how to get out of this. Dom MUST know by now, or does she? How can she find out? Shall she just excuse her self and take off now? That seemed to be the best idea. Fiona would just have to make up an excuse and leave Dom here. But Dom had already come around the car and hooked her arm under Fiona’s.
"Now we will go find your friend and have FUN tonight!" Fiona tried to manage a smile, but could not. People went by them, and the guys gave them very approving looks. Fiona obviously "passed", but attracted more looks than she cared for. Two guys seemed to get ready to jump at them, and before Fiona could utter a word, Dom had steered her towards the entrance of the Sports Bar. Dom’s grip was very firm. Fiona tried to loosen herself a bit, but Dom would not let go. They went through a group of people in the street, and barged past some young men standing in the doorway, who simply nodded briefly. Then they were in the bar.
People looked up as they entered. Two hot, middle-age women dressed up to get laid. Fiona’s heart was pounding. Fiona cursed her large breasts now (Why did she choose to be a C-cup?), and wear her revealing top. Fiona fumbled nervously at the sleeve-tops to try and hide more, but it was not possible to hide anything and her hands quickly slid down again. Also, Fiona’s nipples protruded much more clearly through the lower part of the top, which could not be looked through.
Fiona felt uncomfortable. One thing she will never forget was that coincidentally, the song that had just started to pour out of the speakers was Shania Twain's "Man, I feel like a woman!” Dom was behind her, asking: "So where is your friend?" "I can't see him from here". "So let's go through and try to find him, shall we?" Shit. "Of course!" So they made their way through the crowd, the men not exactly trying to leave too much space, and Fiona felt her arse being fumbled a few times and men pushing their chests against hers while she was passing. So that's what it's like to be a woman, but judging by Fiona’s outfit, she was asking for it. Fiona ignored the comments of some of the guys as they passed them (thank god they were mostly in Greek), and made it to the back part of the bar. Dom had followed her around just like her shadow. "Is he here?"-"No, maybe he is late"-"Well let's go and sit at the bar and have a drink, whilst we are waiting, shall we?"
Not much choice. They grabbed two stools that just become free and sat down. Fiona still tried to figure out, how to get out of this. Fiona was sure that Dom must have noticed, but why did she not show any sign? Dom kept chatting, but after a few minutes, a guy came and stood on Fiona’s left side. Fiona felt his bare hand on her lower back and he pressed himself against her. Fiona had not noticed that the seam of her skirt had slipped down a bit, whilst she was sitting on the stool, and her top had moved up because of the way she’d bent forward to partly try and hide her breasts, which caused attention by the other guys at the bar as well as the barkeeper. What Fiona had not realised was that now the lower part of her basque was exposed, and people behind her could clearly see that she was wearing a basque with garters attached. The guy was drunk, and he started fumbling with her basque and was clearly trying to pick her up. Fiona turned around and saw his friends laughing at her and cheering him on. Fiona quickly excused her self to Dom and made it to the lady's room, amongst the whistles of the drunken guys.
In the lady's room Fiona realised that she had left her purse with Dom. Shit. Fiona was clearly not thinking straight, and was getting more and more desperate to get out of there. She rearranged her clothing and checked her make-up in the mirror. Her hair was still in place, and Fiona reckoned that still looked like a hot chick ready to get laid, but she was not so proud of it anymore. But finally Fiona had time too think. She would simply go out and tell Dom that she was not feeling well, and would go home immediately. Not a brilliant idea, but it might work and get her out of there. After a couple of minutes in the washroom, Fiona took a few breathers, gathered all her courage and stepped out again. The guys started looking up at her again, but Fiona kept her eyes looking down, and went straight back to the place where Dom was sitting. Or had been sitting. She was gone. So was her purse with passport inside, her car keys, her apartment keys, and (most likely) her car. Shit.
"Are you ready to settle?" the barkeeper looked at her.
"What?" Fiona was completely dumbfounded.
"Your bill, you still have to pay for your drinks".
Not good. "Where’s my friend?"
"She left right after you went to the bathroom, and said you would settle."
"But she took my purse, I have no money". Fiona had no idea, what to do.
"So you are saying that you can not pay what you owe?"
People had started to look up now and followed their conversation.
"No, I have nothing on me ".
"Go and call the boys", the barkeeper said to his friend on the other side of the bar. Fiona was desperate.
"It's ok. I will pay for it!” came this friendly Irish voice. “How much is it?" Fiona thought it was the voice of an angel. She looked around and saw into the eyes of a friendly looking middle-aged gentleman. He was her hero. Seldom had Fiona felt such a relief in her life, and she was overwhelmed.
"Thank you so much", she exclaimed.
He stretched out his arms and smiled. "I would do anything to get a hug from such a beautiful lady", was his reply. Amongst the eyes of the bystanders, Fiona had no other choice but to give him his hug, while he planted a kiss on her cheek and pulled her body firmly against his. His left hand fumbling her arse and his right quickly slid under her top, feeling up and down her basque on the back. Amongst the laughter of the crowd Fiona immediately stepped back and excused herself, pulling her top down. But the man did not want to let her go just yet.
He grabbed Fiona’s arm. “Now you won't leave me here so soon, just after I paid your bill, will you?
"But I need to go home, soon!"
"Is your mother still waiting for you?" he asked with a twinkling of his eyes.
"No, but I need to get up early tomorrow", Fiona lied, not convincingly, as she was dressed up for a night on the town. "I though by your outfit that you were hoping for a long night!" he said again with a smile. "Let's go and sit down, I will buy you another drink".
Fiona could not think of a quick remark to say, and so politely accepted his offer so as not to attract anymore attention than she already had. To her relief, however, she was still "passing" as the woman that she longed to be. Maybe the reason was that his eyes never stayed on her face for long, but were attracted somewhat lower. He purchased the two drinks, and they found a place for two in a quiet corner. He started to talk about himself, bragging away. Apparently he was a successful businessman with an unfaithful wife. ‘Right!’ Fiona thought ‘My arse.’
While he was talking, his hand had started to lift her skirt from above her knees, and he had started to feel up and down her legs and the seams of her stockings, while his other hand was put around her, fumbling with her left breast. Fiona tried to shake his hands off, but he insisted: "Hey, I just saved your butt! So don't be so shy! I know you want it, or otherwise why would you dress like that?" Again people were looking at them. Because of the table they could not see his hand under her skirt, but they clearly saw him fumbling with her tits. What to do? Fiona did not want to cause a scene, but was sure that they would all think that she was a slut who lets people fumble her for paying for her drinks. This problem was soon solved the moment he went for the Homerun. His hand felt her crotch and a look of disbelieve entered his eyes. Fiona thanked the lord above, as there must be one to have gotten her out of this mess, and could not help but smile a little, as the man simply got up and left, apparently out of words. Fiona did not waste any time and followed him out of the bar and into the streets, glancing to her right to confirm that her car was no longer parked in the spot where she had left it.
Fiona did not recall the exact details of her way home, but she knew she’d walked for about an hour, attracting attention wherever she passed, but she had somehow toughened up and did not charge up the side streets anymore whenever somebody came towards her. She ignored the whistles that she got, but still cursed having dressed the way she did, especially with her high heels that seemed to kill her, forcing this slow, taunting walk. That has definitely taught her a lesson, and she swore to her self that she would try and dress herself a bit more conservative in the future. Actually she promised herself to stop dressing up altogether. Yes. That was it. Fiona had tried and failed, and all of her earlier excitement had worn off. She would simply go home and dump all her female clothes, and return to being the man that she was born as. Who needs all those attractive sensual clothes, anyway?
When Fiona finally made it home, she was pleased to find her car parked in it’s usual place, and all locked up. Fiona was dead tired and exhausted, and only hoped that her door was still unlocked. She was glad about the precautions that she’d taken earlier, and wanted nothing more than a goodnight's sleep. After all, nothing much had happened. Nobody had recognised her, and people will forget about the slut in the bar, as they usually do. They were drunk, anyway. Nobody knows (or so she thought). Once she’d entered her apartment, however, she noticed something was different. Initially it was not clear to her what it was, but then she realised that her jacket holder was empty. Somebody (probably Dom, she thought) must have got in and taken her jackets. Big deal. But then it occurred to her that she DID find her out, as she’d told her that she lived in the flat above. So she knows. So what? There are a lot of guys who dress up as women occasionally. Fiona was just one of them, and actually she had just decided to stop, right? When she came into the kitchen, however, she noticed a small note on the table:
"Hi sweetie: I had a good time with you tonight, and I hope we can do this more often. I actually did notice that you were in drag" (I had thought so) "but I must say that you looked great and fooled her in the beginning. I think we will have a lot of fun together."...
Well I will just have to explain to her about Fiona’s resolution, not to dress up anymore, and she will surely understand after what happened tonight...
“What gives you away is your lack of confidence and your overall shyness, which did not go with your outfit yesterday night. We will have to work on that.”...
(Who is 'we'?), Fiona pondered.
"You will notice that I have done some changes to your wardrobe, while you were enjoying yourself in the bar" (What?)...
"I have thrown out some of your clothes, and would like to see you tomorrow morning at 11 AM sharp for coffee to discuss your future" ...
"I liked the skirt you were wearing tonight, and I have left a nice purple mohair cardigan and a white top to go with it, out for you. They are on the chair in your dining room. So I hope I will see you wearing them when you visit me tomorrow. Don't be late!!!
Fiona glanced into the dining room and verified that there actually was a heavily brushed purple mohair cardigan, white cotton top, and red knee length leather skirt, draped over the back of one of the chairs, before hurrying into her bedroom, and opening her closet to check on its status. Dom had taken out all her male clothes. ALL OF IT! Neatly folded in the drawers was some lingerie. Some of it was Fiona’s, and some of it was black lace that Dom must have added out of her own collection. Dresses hung side by side inside the closet. Fiona saw a very short, black leather skirt, which was hers. All looked very sexy. Blouses and tops were there, but not a single pair of pants. There was even a French-maid costume, and a note inside the closet which read:
"I have added some of my own stuff, as they don't fit me anymore, and I did not want to throw them out. This and your own clothing will give you a nice start. Don't forget: if you want some of your male clothes back by Monday, you will have to come to me tomorrow. By the way: Nice tits! You will do nicely for me!
Fiona was trapped in her own flat without a piece of male clothing, and a woman had found her out, and taken a liking to her. Only slowly did she realise the depths of the hole that she had dug her self in. THIS IS REAL! What should she do? Fiona had a look over the treasures that she had accumulated over the years. It occurred to her now that, on average, she dressed like a slut. Dom apparently had also a taste leaning towards the wild side. The only jacket Fiona saw was an artificial fur coat with leopard print. Did she expect her to run around like that in broad daylight? Fiona sure hoped not. She slowly undressed, took a shower and found in her bed a pink silk nightie instead of her usual pyjamas. She had not left anything out.
Before Fiona fell asleep she worried: "What would be next?"
..………….(to be continued)