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By *tephTV67 OP TV/TS
over a year ago
Cheshire |
House Warming Party (Tgirl experience)
So here I was in this guys house, dressed in my favourite chiffon dress and his offer could mean my very first gay experience.
But, how did I get here.....
My desire to Crossdress started as a young child, occasionally wearing knickers and expressing a feminine side to my normal boring Bolton childhood. Teenage years, meant more clothing and experimenting with makeup, as this was the 80s and new romantic movement was starting to take off it became easier, but not totally acceptable to show a more gender neutral attitude to clothes.
However it wasn’t until my early twenties that I bought a decent wig and started to think about going out, into Manchester’s Gay Village and joining the Northern Concord (a Trans Meetup group, above a pub).
My first time out of the door.
I was nervous the first time at the Northern Concord, stepping out of the car in Manchester gay village and walking past a bunch of builders, was that a wolf whistle I heard ? unfortunately there was laughter as well, possibly aimed at me, but I carried on walking, I got to the pub and started to climb up the steps, which was difficult in heels for the first time.
The room was quite large, a bar on my left and several tables with Tgirls sitting around chatting with each other. One Tgirl (I can’t remember her name) introduced herself to me as the organiser and motioned me to join her with some of her friends.
About 30 minutes later a few girls walked into the room, unlike many others, these girls were younger, closer to my age dressed in modern styles looking confident and yes, very convincingly passing as women.
They didn’t hang around long, a quick drink and off to the bars and clubs they went.
I wanted to desperately be a part of their group, walk the hallowed cobbles of ‘Anal Treet’ (if you know canal street, you know) show my feminine self to the world, indulge in the exotic atmosphere of that northern paradise, for all who see themselves as different to the mainstream, a place of safety for the outcasts of that time.
Gay, Lesbian or Trans the village and its bars were welcoming, however on a Wednesday night, it was predominantly for the Tgirls, the majority of the bars full with girls of varying sizes and appearance, some of these girls so convincing, that you truly would be shocked when they spoke, the voice the only giveaway.
Gradually over the next few weeks, I get to know the ‘party girls’ who deemed to walk those scary but enticing streets with its clubs and bars, taking my first tentative steps away from the safety of the northern concord room, to the dangerous cold night and the warm welcoming lights of nearby pubs and restaurants. The goal at the end of the night to go to ‘Napoleons’ or better known as Naps by the regulars to dance and flirt with the admirers.
Friendships were formed, experiences and a few close encounters made those Wednesday the highlight of my week. Scary and exciting in equal measure but confined to a half mile distance within the villages warm embrace.
However that was to change, when one of the girls had moved into a new home and asked if I wanted to go to her housewarming party.
The only request, I crossdress at the party.
Part two if you want it...
Friday night is party night, part two
I decided to get dressed at home and drive, but what to wear ? My wardrobe and dress collection had significantly increased over those months venturing out to Manchester. But this would be the first time away from the village and what do girls wear at parties in friends houses. So I chose a white chiffon dress ( the same one in my avatar) I would obviously avoid drinking red wine or those also keen on that stainable tipple. I kept my makeup minimal but decided to take a overnight bag as there was an insinuation that a spare bed would be available. Pyjamas or nightie ? As I was having a girly night a babydoll nightdress was added to the bag, may as well I thought.
The drive was uneventful, Lucy the girl who’s housewarming party it was, said she would dress as well for the first time with her University friends and specially chosen open minded neighbours. However when I was welcomed into the home, Lucy had decided not to dress and be better known as John his male name for the night.
The reason ? His parents talked about attending and although his friends were cool with his alternative personality, parents were a different story.
My confidence had grown over those few months, the clothing and feelings I felt whilst wearing them had changed my attitude and yes bravery, about expressing another part of me, that courage I hoped would see me through the night.
As the only Tgirl attending dressed I got plenty of attention especially from the girls at the party. I was immediately put at ease and plenty of compliments above my appearance and ‘good on me’ being able to dress how I liked and where I liked. This attitude echoed, surprisingly by the guys as well, I wasn’t seen as a freak but as a welcome asset to the evenings good sense of liberalism and acceptance to diversity. This was a true university crowd interested in new ideas and people, questioning previous attitudes and embracing new norms, blurs song about boys wanting to be girls, helping cement the general air and atmosphere in the room.
One girl felt so much at ease she informed her new university friends of her bisexuality, allowing a fun conversation about everyone’s sexual diversity and past experiences.
The evening had been so much fun that midnight was soon upon us, much too quickly than we realised. Drink had flowed, plenty of conversation and laughter, debates all done in good faith with open minded young minds.
I had seen him throughout the night, my first bisexual feelings growing towards him and even a girl suggesting spin the bottle as a game made me hopeful, that some physical contact could be made, however for this crowd that game was too kitsch to play.
Yes he was tall, dark and in his case ordinary looking, but beautiful eyes and a very strong looking body but it was his hands that I found most erotic. Big and strong I embarrassed myself thinking about them on my y feminine slim body, having to adjust myself a couple of times privately when I looked at him too much.
I didn’t know if he was interested in me, we had briefly spoken but one or two of the other girls may have had my thoughts about him as well, as there always appeared to be at least one holding him captured in some corner.
Eventually people were saying goodbye, girls handing me telephone numbers about meeting for night outs in the village (no emails then) and keeping in touch. I was slightly tipsy but definitely not able to drive, but so far no offer to stay at Johns / Lucy spare room.
The one upside was, as the girls were leaving Simon (tall, dark and big handed ordinary looking guy) was still in the room and didn’t look like he was ready to go. Now there was a more closer group of two girls and four guys in the room, finishing drinks and chatting quietly to each other.
Simon was next to me, I could feel my own nerves and anticipation of anything he’d say to me, I blurted out ‘hi’ he smiled back
‘It’s Steph, your girls name isn’t it ?’ He said
The drink and nerves took over and I started waffling on about nothing to this butch guy, offering all of my tipsy wisdom to his ever smiling face and welcoming eyes, that I just melted in them and felt flush.
He laughed politely when I said something slightly amusing and showed the correct amount of empathy towards my conversations over my confusing sexuality and feminine feelings. I listened intently maybe too intensely to his back story and any information I could use to seduce him with my feminine charms.
‘ time for bed’ it’s 2am said John/Lucy, I cursed him/ her. I was sure I was getting somewhere with Simon, who would surely, shortly disappear into the night and only live in my erotic dreams later tonight, never to be seen again.
However my damsel in distress moment arrived, when John said I’d have to sleep on the sofa as spare bedroom had already been stolen by a couple earlier that last hour, whilst gone unnoticed by myself as I had been deep in conversation with Simons eyes and hands, I’m sure his face was somewhere amongst them.
I have a spare room, I turned and looked who had said those magical words out loud....
It’s only a box room, but it’s more comfortable than this sofa.....SIMON said.
I said ‘oh god yes, please yes, I’ll get my things DO NOT GO AWAY !!!’
however this was in my head, out loud I said;
‘ah, well ok then’
and I tottered off looking for that damn overnight bag I’d dumped some place when I first arrived. After what seemed like a few hours but was in fact ten minutes I’d found my bag and coat that Simon had helpfully held out for me, what a gentleman I thought. But other thoughts had also interrupted my mind at the same time. He could be a psycho for all I know, beat me up once I got through the door, I’d never had sex with a man before, what if I didn’t want to once I got close to him. Or even worse, would he show me the box room and ask if I wanted cornflakes in the morning.
Stop now I said to myself as I started to walk out in that cold dark night, my heels click clacking on the tarmac as I walked arm in arm with this hunky and now realised very tall guy. I truly was a submissive creature next to this manly man.
His living room was quite small a settee and chair next to a very big television, it was definitely a mans front room, sparsely decorated with neutral colours everywhere.
‘A nightcap?’ He said
I said I’d probably d*unk too much tonight but a cup of tea, wouldn’t go amiss. The relief that I could at least be dressed for at least another half an hour in this guy’s company was overwhelming.
I sat in the chair not the settee, the minute I did I realised my mistake, maybe my seduction skills needed updating.
Drinks were made, an old fashioned tea pot was placed in front of me but more importantly I saw his hand shaking slightly.
‘Can I ask you something personal’ he said after a few minutes of general chat.
Of course I replied, nervous but expectations aroused.
‘Are you gay?’
Loaded question, but I was secretly glad he’d asked me, no longer concerned over any threat of violence, his question had been asked quite nervously.
‘When I’m dressed I do have bisexual feelings, so yes a part of me feels gay now’
‘Now ?’
I realised I’d given the game away about my feelings over him. My blush would certainly confirmed his probing question.
Luckily he must have realised as he followed up ‘as I find you very attractive, in no way want to make you uncomfortable with that, but I had to tell you’
‘Thanks I said, but I’ve never been with a guy just had the feelings’ I replied
‘Listen’ he said ‘there’s two bedrooms upstairs, one on the left is the box room in front is the bathroom and on the right is my room’
‘Yes’ I said in a way that needed more information
‘Basically all of those rooms are available to you’ he said.
I could’ve have fainted with joy with those words. But decided to actions speak louder than words.
I need the bathroom I said to him, I’ll be a few minutes then I picked up my overnight bag and started to walk up the stairs.
‘When I come down, you’ll know which room I want to sleep in’ I said confidently.
His face was full of expectation, now I felt I had some of the power, time to use it.
The bathroom door had a lock so I used it and slipped out of my dress, I took off the bra and picked up the nightie, it was a baby pink chiffon nightdress that had a pair of frilly knickers included, the material of the nightie rested just below my bottom. So if I bent down it would rise up exposing the see through material of those flimsy knickers. I also had a matching negligee tied together with a bow at the neck. In my collection of nightwear this was the most girly outfit I had, all bought a few months previously from Aflecks Palace in Manchester in one of their vintage clothing stores. Especially for a night like this where may gay virginity would finally be taken. I left the suspenders belt and stockings on (although black they still suited the outfit) combed my wig, reapplied some more lipstick and a puff of perfume sent this puff of a guy out of the bathroom heading back to the stairs, down hopefully into my lovers arms.
Simon had put some music on in my absence, he immediately stood up and looked at me when I said.
‘So what do you think ?’
‘Wow’
‘Thanks’ I said just as a smoochy song came on.
Let’s dance I said, taking control of the situation and wanting it to last.
His hands on me for the first time had, an immediate electrical feeling from my head to my toes. I felt totally dominated in his arms as we slowly danced in his living room. My head against his chest, listening and feeling his heart beating faster and faster, mine also, meant we both knew what was coming next. I looked up his fingers on my chin and we kissed, softly at first briefly brushing our lips together neither wanting to rush this first intimate act but gradually our desire, his desire overcome him and I felt his tongue enter no, more like invade my mouth, his hands no more on the small of my back but now on my buttocks, pressing me against him all the time as his tongue wrapped around mine increased my levels of desire and vulnerability.
I pushed him away, gasping for breath an almost animalistic desire to see touch his bare skin, I pulled his T-shirt up and started to caress and kiss his chest. He quickly removed and held my head against him encouraging me with his hands to explore him with my mouth and hands.
I could feel the chiffon around my legs whilst I was devouring him with my skin, the clothes enhancing my feelings of being this submissive but also dominating the situation, wanting to have him take over once I’d exhausted my initial desperate desires for him.
This time he pulled me back and again kissed me, much harder this time, but all this time we had been standing but now he was pushing me down on to the couch, straddling me as I meekly did as I was told under his firm but dominating hands and kisses. This time it was he, trying to get to my chest pulling at the bow of my negligee seeking what I hoped was my nipples, overtly sensitive now due to my mind and body being totally turned on to my situation.
My nightie was yanked up and his mouth found a nipple that he gently kissed and licked one of his other hands, not sure which, stroking my other. A guttural moan came out of my mouth, a pleasure I’d never felt before, desperate for him to stop but wanting more, I was no longer a person but a receptacle to mine and his desires both wanting the next new pleasures quickly, but really slowly, time to explore find what we want and avoid anything we didn’t.
I knew what I wanted next, I desired it I needed it, time for me to take control before he went further than I wanted, I pushed him back and looked him straight in his dreamy eyes and reached down to his belt. I knew it would be firm and hot, I knew he wanted this too happen and I knew how to make this next step pleasurable for us both, my submissiveness had to go to the next level. His manliness needed to penetrate my submissiveness in the most direct way.
His jeans down I reached down to finally submit to my feminine desires and touched him where, the minute I did a satisfactory moan from his lips. |
