David's Story - Chapter 5

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David's Story

Chapter 5.
A Formal Dance to Remember. Maybe.

I fell in love with David in high school and married him right after college. What was it about him that I loved so much? In this chapter: To dance with him or not?

On Saturday morning as we were getting dressed, Dana said, “My glasses!”

“What about them honey?”, I asked.

“I took them off for the fashion show and left them where I changed.”

“Don’t worry we’ll find them.”

“I hope. They’re part of Dana.”

“But, you still look good without them.”

We finished dressing and headed to where the girls had changed for the fashion show. As we walked into the room, a completely empty room, I could see the look on Dana’s face change to one of concern as she said, “They’ve cleaned up the room. There’s nothing left here.”

“Lets check with Wendy and the front desk. You find Wendy and I’ll go to the front desk.”

The people at the front desk checked their lost and found, and no glasses. They also checked with the cleaning people and no one had seen or pickup any glasses in that room. I gave them our room number just incase anyone turned them in.

I walked back toward the vendors area looking for Dana. When I saw her, I could tell she hadn’t had any luck either. As we walked up to each other, she asked, “Any luck?”

“No.”, I replied, “I left our room number with them in case someone turns in a pair.”

“Wendy said that the hotel people had cleaned up in there last night and she didn’t see any glasses when she cleaned up her things.”

“We’ll just get you a new pair. Didn’t one of the vendors have glasses?”

“Yes. The one that had all the wigs.”

The five of us had decided to have lunch together and spend the afternoon shopping in town. So, we met Michelle and Joan for lunch at noon. Tanya was supposed to be here too, but no one had seen her since the fashion show. We told the girls about Dana losing her glasses, and Joan said, “That’s what’s different. Do you need them?”

“No.”, Dana said, “Beth added them one day when we were playing with my look and they just added a great touch.”

After lunch we walked into the vendor’s area and over to the vendor that was selling wigs. Dana was right. She did have a number of pairs of glasses on a display with plane lenses. Dana started looking through them. I saw her hesitate every once in awhile and look closer at a pair. Finally she picked up a pair and put them on and looked in a mirror, then turned to us, and ask, “How about these?”

Joan, Michelle, and I said in unison, “No.”

She put them back and chose a second pair. Those didn’t work either. The third pair she tried, a pair with rectangular lenses and thin black frames, did something. Michelle looked at her and said, “Those are great. I don’t know what it is, but those work.”

Joan in a loud whisper, so that Dana could hear, said, “Don’t tell her, but those makes her look sophisticated.”

Dana smiled and said, “Sophisticated. I’ll take ‘em.”

It was then off downtown to do some shopping. This town had a rejuvenated downtown shopping district that was full of small speciality shops. It was a nice day and only a short walk.

These shops really got Dana’s attention. There were clothing shops specializing in everything from underwear to top of the line designer dresses. One of these shops had some drop dead gorgeous wedding gowns and that really caught her attention. She went in and it took us almost an hour to get her out.

Another shop specialized in earrings. We had brought a good selection of earrings with us, but a girl never has enough. So, we started looking for a new pair for Dana. We found the perfect pair, they were twisted hoops and they looked great on her.

Before we were done, along with the new earrings, Dana had a new skirt, and I had a new top. But, Michelle and Joan out did both of us. When we were back to the hotel, we found that Tanya had been arrested. Which I’m sorry to say didn’t make me unhappy. There was something that told me that she had more than a passing interest in Dana. We didn’t find out until later that Tanya’s arrest had something to do with prostitution and that a couple of the other girls had been arrested too.

After dinner Dana and I went to our room to get ready for the dance. She took a long hot shower and when she came out of the bathroom she was in a minor panic and said, “The makeup is coming off my boobs.”

“Young lady!”, I said, “You don’t have boobs. You have breasts.”

“Whatever. The makeup is coming off and you can see the seams.”

“Take it easy. It’s not a big deal. We’ll fix it.”

“It is a big deal!” And, she started to cry.

I held her and tried to calm her down. It took a little while for her to stop crying and settle down. I was finally able to ask her, “Honey. What’s wrong?”

“I . . . I don’t know. I just felt so sad all of a sudden.”

“Why? ”

“I don’t know. I was feeling so good, out shopping and everything, then I saw the makeup coming off my breasts and I just felt so sad,”

“It’ll be fine. We’ll fix it.”

I went and found the adhesive and makeup that Tanya had originally used on the seams. I had Dana sit on the counter in the bathroom and I carefully removed all the makeup and cleaned the forms and her skin very carefully. I checked the edges of the forms to be sure they were still firmly attached and they were. Then I carefully reapplied the makeup to the seam between the forms and her chest. This is a heavy makeup, and it took a little while to apply and smooth out properly with a sponge, but I think I did a good job.

Dana jumped off the counter and checked out my makeup job in the mirror, as she turned back around I finally saw a smile, and she said, “Thanks. It looks really good.”

“I figured we could fix it. In fact I think it looks better then the job Tanya did.”

“You took longer.”

“And, it worked out better.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too. But, please don’t get so upset about little things. We can always fix them together.”

She just smiled at me. I left her to finish her hair and makeup. Besides I had to get ready too.

When she came out of the bathroom, she looked fantastic. Her makeup was just perfect for a formal dance, her hair was done to perfection, and the new earrings looked great. She was basically naked except for the padded pantie. There was a pretty girl standing there, but I knew my husband was somewhere underneath it all, but I couldn’t help look at him as anything else but a girl. A sexy girl.

I also made a mental note that Dana had more to learn about being a girl. Modesty. Even in front of close friends.

She put on the garter belt, sat down, and rolled the nylons up her sexy legs. She saw me watching her and asked, “Something wrong?”

“No.”, I replied, “It’s that you looked so sexy doing that. Do you like the nylons better then the panty hose?”

“I think so. They just make me feel sexy. I love the pull on the garter belt when I walk or move.”

Her shoes, the silver ones with the four-inch heels, were next. She had learned to work with the longer finger nails and didn’t have any problem buckling the ankle straps. She stood up and walked across the room in those four-inch heels without a problem. I couldn’t take my eyes off her cute little butt.

She took her dress off the hanger and carefully put it on. I looked at her and said, “You are so sexy.”

“I am?”, she asked.

“You know you are.”

She grinned and said. “Help me with the tape so I don’t fall out of this thing.”

She told me how they had used the fashion tape last night to hold the dress in place and make it look like it hugged her curves. I carefully applied the tape as she watched and directed, and when I was done she looked as good as she did last night.

She helped me by zipping up my dress, which was a really nice dress, but next to hers was nothing. I looked at her and said, “I look like the poor sister.”

It was her turn, “Listen girlfriend. You look great, as always. And, if I was a guy, I would be very proud to be seen with you anywhere.”

“You are a guy. Aren’t you?”

“Am I? How many guys do you know that can look this good as a girl?”

“Oh. After this weekend, a few.”

“A few?”

“Yea. Michelle, you, and a few others.”

“All kidding aside. You do look great and I want to spend the whole evening with you and only you.”

I smiled at her and said, “Here or at the dance?”

With a sly grin she replied, “Both.”

It was about eight when we went to walk out the door of our room. There was no hesitation from Dana, she walked out of the door like she’d been wearing dresses like this all her life. As we were waiting for the elevator I said, “You didn’t even hesitate walking out here in that dress.”

She looked at me, smiled, and just said, “I just feels so right. Besides, everyone’s seen me in it and loved it.”

We took the elevator to the lobby and it was fun seeing everyone in the lobby give Dana the once over as we walked toward the ball room. I think she got a real kick out of it too.

We walked into the ball room and there were a lot of people already there. So many that it made it hard to find anyone that you were looking for. Luckily we had made prior arrangements with Michelle and Joan on a place to meet. They had arrived before we did and had saved us places to sit.

There was a fairly good local band playing for the dance and they were already playing some great music. When the first slow songs started, I said, “I’ve never asked before, but Dana can I have this dance.”

She looked at me, smiled, and said, “Yes.”

I got up, offered her my hand, she took it, and I helped her up. Then I escorted her to the dance floor. As we started to dance, we had two problems, she’s taller then I am and I don’t know how to lead. We solved the leading problem fairly quickly and would just have to live with the other.

We danced this dance and one more then made our way back to the table. Michelle and Joan had ordered a bottle of wine with four glasses, so we sat for awhile and sipped wine. A very nice wine.

Dana asked Michelle, “I’m seeing more guys here tonight. Are these the guys that have a thing for crossdressers?”

“Yea.”, Michelle answered, “They’re basically harmless. They just like to be around guys that look good as girls. They’ll ask you to dance, buy you a drink, and treat you like a lady. If you don’t want to be bothered just tell them that you’re not interested. Besides it cost them a bundle to get in here tonight.”

We continued to dance off and on for the next hour or so. The four of us just switched around and had a good time. It was interesting just dancing with women.

When the band took a break, one of the waitresses walked up with another bottle of wine, a very expensive one, and offered it to Dana. Dana looked at the waitress and said, “I didn’t order that.”

“No ma’am.”, she said pointing toward the bar, “It’s from the gentleman over there.”

We looked at the bar and a very hansom, middle aged, gentleman lifted his glass. Dana whispered to Michelle, “Should I accept it?”

“If you do, he’ll expect a dance or two, and conversation.”, she whispered back.

Dana looked at me. I had a bad feeling about this, but I said, “It’s up to you sweetheart.”

Dana thought for a few seconds, looked at the man, offered her glass to the waitress, and she filled Dana’s glass. Dana sipped the wine and lifted her glass to the man. I saw him smile at her and start walking toward us. I could also feel something inside me not liking this at all.

As he walked up, he looked at Dana and said, “Hello. I’m Ben. Ben Peterson. I’ve been watching you and just had to see if you’d have a dance with me.”

Dana looked up at him and said, “You do know that I’m not what I appear to be?”

“Yes my dear. I do.”

“As long as you know. And, thank you for the bottle of wine.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

Just then the band was back from their break. Mr. Peterson offered his hand to Dana, and said, “Care to join me on the dance floor.”

Dana looked at me. I raised one eyebrow, as I wasn’t sure about this. But, she took his hand, stood, and followed him to the dance floor. I think Joan saw the concern on my face, as she said, “She’ll be fine. Michelle has done this and still does. I think it’s part of feeling feminine, dancing with a real guy.”

“I just don’t feel good about it.”, I replied.

“Nothing will happen. We’ll keep an eye on her.”

We watched as Dana danced with Mr. Peterson. Not one dance or two, but three. He was doing most of the talking. After the third dance they walked over to the bar and he bought her a drink, and then a second. They stood there for a long time talking. I looked away for a second, then I heard Michelle say, “Oh my God!”

“What!?”, I asked.

“Dana just slapped him and it was hard.”

I looked over and saw Dana running toward us and she was crying. I got up and met her. Her arms wrapped around me and I held her. Finally I whispered, “Honey. What happened?”

“He came onto me big time. I told him that I didn’t do the things he wanted me to do. But, he kept pushing. When he tried to kiss me, I slapped him.”

Michelle and Joan had overheard the whole thing. Joan helped me take Dana to the ladies’ room, and the last I saw of Michelle she was heading toward the bar.

Fifteen minutes later we had Dana calmed down and Michelle had joined us in the restroom. I asked her, “Where did you go?”

“I had to do something about that guy.”, Michelle replied.

“What did you do!?”

“I found a couple members of the committee that hosts this thing, told them what had happened, and we confronted the guy. The cop that’s doing security was with us.”

“So, what happened?”

“The cop said that we couldn’t do anything unless Dana wanted to press charges for assault. But, the committee did ban this guy from the event for life. They took his picture, got his real name, and told him that the information was going to be passed around to other transgendered events.

“Then the guy got upset and said what about the others. We asked what others? And, he said that about eight other guys had drawn straws to see who’d get the first shot at Dana and that he’d won.

“He pointed out the group of guys and the cop talked to them and asked them all to leave.”

“They . . . They drew straws?”, Dana asked.

“They did. The committee chairwoman told me that they had never had this problem before and she was thinking of banning all the admirers from the event.”

“He . . . He was so nice. He told me about himself. How nice I looked and smelled.. I . . . I feel used.” And, the tears started again.

“Honey.”, I said, “It’ll be all right. You’re with friends. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

Michelle actually held her until she calmed down. Just then the committee chairwoman and one of the committee members walked into the restroom. They looked at Dana and the chairwoman said, “Dana, my dear. I’m so sorry that this happened to you. Is there anything we can do?”

“No.”, Dana said, “I’ll be fine as long as he’s gone.”

“He is and he won’t be back.”

“Good.”

The committee member said, “Some of these guys think they can get away with anything because the girls won’t press charges because they’re afraid of outing themselves. So, they push it as far as they can. We really are sorry that this happened and we would really love to have you come back next year. So, we want you and your partner to come back next year as our guest, hotel room and all.”

“I don’t know right now. I’m still shaking, but everyone is being so nice.”

“Honey.”, I said, “Why don’t we go back out and pick up where we left off. It just might help you.”

“It might.”

Dana rinsed off her face, fixed her makeup, and walked back out into the ball room with an entourage. It amazed me how many people smiled at her, said nice things, and were just supportive.

We went back to our table. One of the waitresses came over and asked if she could get us anything. Dana looked at the bottle of wine that the guy had bought her and said, “First thing. Get rid of that bottle. And, please bring us another one.”

“Yes ma’am.”, the waitress said as she picked up the bottle and walked away.

The chairwoman said, “The new bottle is on us. Please stay and enjoy the rest of the dance?”

“If I can stop shaking, we might.”, Dana said

“Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

We sat there for a while sipping wine. I finally asked Dana, “Would you like to dance?”

“Yes.”, she said, “But, would you mind if I danced with Michelle first?”

“Of course not honey.”

Dana got up, offered her hand to Michelle, and they walked to the dance floor hand in hand. As they danced, I could tell that they were having a deep conversation. Joan said, “It looks like our two girls are discussing their feelings about this.”

“It does. Maybe she’ll share everything with me later.”

“Don’t be surprised if she doesn’t.”

“Why?”

“Michelle has had some things happen to her. I know a little bit about them, but she’s never told me everything.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know why. It hurt at first that she wouldn’t share. But, I’ve learned that there are just some things that she won’t share.”

Dana and Michelle danced two dances, then they came back to the table. Dana offered me her hand, and led me to the dance floor. As we danced, I asked her if she and Michelle had a nice chat. She said, “I just needed to talk to her and it helped a lot.”

“Care to share?”

“Maybe some day.” And, she held me closer.

We danced two dances and then went back to our table. There was another bottle of wine on the table. I know neither Dana nor I had ever had this much to drink before, but I think it helped her relax. We stayed until the last song, and yes it was “Auld Lang Sine” and we sang along. The committee chairwoman got up on stage and thanked everyone for coming, and asked everyone to come to the farewell brunch on Sunday morning.

The past few days we had met some wonderful people. Michelle and Joan for sure, but many others. And, I actually did feel sorry for Tanya. She was nice, but had made a wrong decision. Both Dana and I wanted to stay in touch with Michelle and Joan, so we exchanged addresses, phone numbers, and e-mail addresses. We found that we only lived about an hour from each other. Then we agreed to meet for brunch the next morning.

The four of us walked to the elevators together and rode up to our rooms, they got off two floors before we did.

As we walked into our room, I said, “Honey. I’m so sorry about tonight.”

She turned around, looked at me, wrapped her arms around my neck, looked me in the eyes, and said, “Don’t be sorry, I had fun with you, Joan, and Michelle. That guy was a major jerk and won’t be back. I also found out that I’ve got some really great friends and an even more fantastic wife. But, I’ve got to get these shoes off.”

She walked over to the bed, sat down, and took off her shoes. Then she rubbed her feet like they really hurt.

“I was wondering if you were going to make the whole night in those shoes. And, wife, not a girlfriend?”

She looked at me, grinned, and said, “I wondered myself about the shoes. But, like you told me, if you like them you get use to them. And, you’re not just a girlfriend, you’re my best girlfriend.”

She got up off the bed and started to undress, so did I. I was down to my panties when I looked over at her, and she was down to hers. I don’t know if it was the wine, or the lust for her that I’d been feeling all weekend, or the combination of the two. I walked over behind her, held her by the shoulders, and kissed her on the neck.

She laid her head back on my shoulder, and I continued kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. I could tell by the noises she was making that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I ran my hands slowly up and down her arms. Then my hands went to her breasts. I knew she couldn’t feel what I was doing to the forms, but I did it anyway. I could feel her breathing getting deeper and slower.

She turned around, our lips met, and her hands found my breasts. Those long nails of hers were driving me crazy. And, it wasn’t long until she had my panties off and I had hers off. Our hands and lips then went to other places.

I finally took her hand and led her over to the bed. I reached up, took off her glasses, and set them on the night stand. Our lips met again, and we fell on the bed. She lay on her back, looking up at me, and I started enjoying her body. I knew that she couldn’t feel what I was doing to her breasts, but I could. David never made noises like Dana was making and it made me want to do more. Finally she pushed me onto my back and returned the love.

I lay there with my eyes closed just enjoying Dana’s touches and kisses. They were so soft and sensual. David has always been a great lover and able to excite me. But, tonight Dana made it special. Very special.

When I couldn’t take it any longer, I took charge, and was on top. I wanted to be able to look down on her pretty face and feel her inside me.

Somehow her wig had stayed on through this. Afterwards we lay there naked, just holding each other and fell asleep.

Sunday morning we were up just in time to get dressed and head down for brunch. As usual we were a little late, and Joan and Michelle had gotten there before we did. As we sat down Michelle grinned and said, “What have you two been up too? You’re both glowing.”

I knew I was blushing and when I looked at Dana, so was she and she wouldn’t look at Michelle. Then Michelle added, “I bet I know. You two didn’t sleep much last night did you?”

I looked at Michelle, grinned, and said, “So, what if we didn’t get much sleep. We were here to enjoy ourselves this weekend and we did.”

Joan looked at Michelle and said, “Leave ‘em alone. At least they’re honest about it.”

We sat and ate brunch and talked about the fun times we’d had this weekend. It was tearful as we said goodbye, but we promised to keep in touch. I knew that Dana and Michelle would. Dana had found a real friend.

It was quiet as we finished packing and taking our things to the car. I think both of us were thinking over the events of the weekend. Dana asked me to drive and she was very quiet on the first part of the drive. I finally asked, “Honey. What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.”, was her first reply.

“Honey. I know better. What?”

“Just the past weekend.”

“What about it?”

“Just some of the things that happened.”

“Good things or bad things?”

“Both.”

“You need to put the bad things out of your mind and concentrate on the good.”

“I know.”

She was quiet for another five or ten minutes. Then she asked, “What happened between us last night?”

“We made love.”

“Who made love? You and David, or you and Dana.”

“Aren’t you both Dana and David?”

“Yes. But, who were you making love to?”

“You.”

“Dana me or David me?”

“Both.”

“But, you seemed so different.”

“Different?”

“There was something different about the way we made love. You were different. Your touches were softer. Your kisses were softer. And, when we consummated our love making, you took charge and it was very soft and sensual.”

“You were different too. Your kisses and touches were also softer. It was like Dana was making love to me. And, I had a feeling that you wanted me to take charge, so I did.”

“I felt feminine, or at least how I think feminine would feel, and you drove me crazy. Who were you really making love to?”

“Dana.”

“Why Dana?”

“Because it was who you were.”

“Are you a lesbian?”

“A lesbian?”

“Yea.”

“No. I’ve never felt anything toward a girl except for Dana. And, that’s only because she’s really David. And, they both turn me on.”

“Dana turns you on?”

“You’d better believe it love. She’s a very pretty, very sexy, girl. There’s just something about her that makes me want her.”

“So, you wanted her all weekend?”

“Actually I’ve wanted her for a long time.”

“Why did it take you so long.?”

“I really wasn’t sure on how to approach it or how you’d take it. But, last night, after you were hurt by that guy and then watching you undress, I just couldn’t keep my hands off of you. You were receptive right away and we became lovers.”

“So, Dana could be your lover?”

“No. Dana is my lover, if she wants to be. As is David.”

Dana sat there quietly for another few minutes, then she looked over at me and said, “You know, Dana is your lover as much as David is.”

I glanced over at her, smiled, and said, “I’m glad. Because I love both of them.”

I felt something change between us right then and there. It was like the clouds had parted and the sun was shining. I’m not saying that there were problems between us, but it was like something new had begun. Dana became chatty and we talked about the weekend. Meeting Michelle, Joan, Tanya, and others. The fun she had doing the fashion show. Looking at wedding dresses. She never did bring up the guy at the dance, but she talked about the fun she had dancing with me and Michelle.

About five miles from home, I glanced over and noticed her nails, then said, “We need to stop somewhere and get something to remove your nails.”

She looked at her nails and kind of quietly said, “Do we have to?”

“Yes, love. David has to go to work tomorrow and I think you’re going to have enough to do explaining your eyebrows.”

“I guess you’re right. Besides I really do have to come down off this high.”

“A high?”

“It has just felt so good being Dana full time this weekend that I really don’t want it to end.”

“Just remember. Those feelings will come back the next time Dana does.”

“I know and I’ll have my memories of this weekend until then.”

I pulled into a local strip mall that has a large drug store. I knew that they’d have what we needed to remove Dana’s acrylic nails. As I parked, I said, “I’ll run in and get what we need.”

“No. I’ll go in. Just tell me what to get.”

“You’ll go in?”

“Sure. It’s for me, isn’t it?”

I told her that all she would need was a bottle of nail polish remover that had acetone in it. A big bottle.

She got out of the car and walked into the drug store just like she did it all the time. I think my girl is finally comfortable with her feminine side. I smiled to myself.

She was gone for what I thought was longer then necessary, and when she came out of the store she was carrying a bag and had a very big grin on her face.

As she got in the car I asked, “What took so long?”

“I was just looking at makeup.”, she said.

I smiled at her, shook my head, and said, “Just like a girl.”

She looked at me, and said, “That’s what the clerk though too.”

“What do you mean?”

“As I was checking out, I dropped something and had to bend over to pick it up and I’d forgotten that this blouse shows off my cleavage like it does. When I stood up, he was staring at my chest, I looked at him, he looked at me, I smiled, he blushed and couldn’t talk straight.”

I said, “You little tease, you are such a little tramp. You shouldn’t entice the boys that way.”

“I didn’t try to.”

“Oh really. I guess you need some more girl lessons.”

“On what?”

“How a girl should pick things up.”

After we were home and had the car unloaded, I fixed us a light supper. Afterwards we unpacked and put our things away. I glanced over at Dana. She was looking at her evening gown as she was carefully hanging it up. I said, “Want to wear it again?

She looked at me and said, “I can’t. Everyone has seen it.”

“Not around here.”

After we’d put everything away, Dana completely undressed. I guess our talk about modesty had sunk in, as she put on a short satin robe. I watched as she sat at my dressing table and started to remove her makeup. She carefully removed her wig and placed it on the foam head. Then she carefully removed all of her makeup and moisturized her face. I was starting to see my David coming back. Her breast forms were next. She slipped the robe off her shoulder and it fell down around her waist. She carefully used the remover to break the adhesive, and once she had them off, she carefully cleaned them and put them away. Then he cleaned his chest and moisturized it, took off the wig cap, and brushed out his hair. I was seeing my David again, his eyebrows were still feminine and so were his hands.

I could hear a little bit of sadness in his voice as he asked, “How do we remove the nails?”

“Lets go down to the kitchen and I’ll help you.”

He went to the kitchen and I stopped in the bathroom to grab a few things that we’d need. As I walked into the kitchen, I could tell he was a little sad, so I said, “Lover. Don’t be sad. Dana will be back sooner then you know.”

“I know.”, he said, “But, this weekend was so much fun I don’t want it to end.”

“It was fun. But, just think how much fun it’ll be to bring her back.”

He looked up at me, smiled, and said, “You are nothing but wonderful.”

We spent a good half-an-hour removing the acrylic nails. After they were off and he had carefully washed his hands, I rubbed a good moisturizer into his hands and used a nail buffer to smooth out his nails. As I was doing this, I said, “You know they make some really good press on nails that look really nice and come off easier than the acrylics.”

“I know.”, he said, “I was looking at them in the drug store.”

The next day when I came home from work, David was already home. The dinner he was making smelled wonderful, and as I walk into the kitchen he was cooking up a storm. I said, “Something smells good in here.”

He turned, smiled, and said, “I hope it tastes as good.”

“It will. How did it go at work today?”

“All right.”

“No comments about the eyebrows?”

“A few. More from the girls, then from the guys.”

“Really! So, what did you tell them?”

“I used the party in drag thing.”

“And they bought it?”

“Hook, line, and sinker. In fact, you remember Maureen?”

“Yea, the one that’s really straight laced and hardly talks to anyone.”

“Well she cornered me in the break room, and told me that she hated bushy eyebrows on guys and that more guys should take care of their looks. And, are you ready for this, that more guys should show their feminine side. She even asked me if I enjoyed going to the party in drag. I had to lie and tell her that it was all right, but that I’d never do it again.”

“Is it a lie?”

He turned and looked at me. I was smiling at him. He smiled, and said, “I think you know it is.”

“So, no one gave you a hard time?”

“John, being John, gave me a big hard time. But, I think it was just in fun.”

“Are you going to keep them like this?”

“Maybe not as severe, but I’m going to keep them nice.”

That night I found out that David was back. Boy was he back! As we laid cuddled together afterwards, he asked, “Well is David a better lover?”

“Then who?”, I asked.

“Dana.”

“Oh her.”

“Yea.”

“You’re both fantastic lovers in your own way. It wouldn’t be fair to compare the two of you. But, I’ll tell you one thing I like it better with David. I can play with real nipples.”

We both slept very soundly that night.

Friday brought Dana back, and she was looking hot as usual. She was in one of her cute shorts outfits, showing off those long, sexy, legs of hers. She’d done her nails and her makeup was perfect. I’ve decided that Dana is one of those girls that just loves to look nice no matter what she doing.

I wanted to try and take her out tonight, but we were having some nasty thunderstorms and it was just better to cuddle together and enjoy a nice glass of wine.

As we were cuddled together, I asked her, “Have you ever listened to that CD?”

“CD?”, she asked.

“The one on voice training.”

“I’ve started to.”

“Think you can do it?”

“I’d love to be able to be able to talk like a woman. So, I’m going to try. But, it’s going to take some time.”

We sat there a little longer, and Dana asked, “Did Joan tell you that Michelle was bi?”

“Bi?”

“Bisexual.”

“No. She didn’t. How did you find out?”

“Michelle told me when she and I were dancing after my run in with that guy. I guess that she’d always fantasized about making love to a guy when she was Michelle. One day she had the chance, took it, liked it, and has done it a number of times since.”

“So, she like guys?”

“Only when she’s Michelle?”

“And, she’s done things with guys?”

“Yea. As she put it, ‘I’ve done everything that girls like us can do with a guy.’”

“And, Joan knows and goes along with it?”

“From what she said, Joan knows, understands, and accepts it. They’ve got a very open marriage.”

“I guess. You’re not interested in guys. Are you?“

“No. I love women. So, I guess I’m a lesbian when I’m Dana.”

“What other interesting things did Michelle tell you?”

“That guy that hit on me, Ben whatever?”

“Peterson.”

“Yea him. I guess that if he had found out that I was interested in guys that he was supposed to tell me that there were others that were also interested in having ‘fun’ with me and they were willing to pay for it. That’s why he was pushing so hard.”

I sat back, looked at her, and stammered, “That’s . . . that’s soliciting prostitution.”

“I know and the cop wanted to arrest him. But, Michelle and the committee people talked the cop out of it. They knew that I’d have to testify and that it would out me big time.”

I just sat there getting madder and madder, and I guess it showed. If there was anyway that I could do it, I wanted a piece of that guy.

Finally Dana said, “Honey. There’s no way that I’d do that. I only like girls.”

“I know. But, he had no right to do that. That was supposed to be a fun time.”

“It was a fun time. I was there with you and that was fun. Now, like you told me, remember the fun times and forget the bad.” And, she held me closer.

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daved #5

wow verry good and i hope you will post more on this as its relly good and so real like it happend to you or some one you know .have a good one whildchild

mr charlles r purcell
verry good story i wood love to see a lot more of this all i can say is wow verry good thanks for shareing

I have no idea where you are

I have no idea where you are going to go with this next. This is the type of story that could go on forever if you allowed it, but I know it will have to end sometime and I will keep reading until it does.

Melanie

I Wonder About Dana

I wouldn't be surprised if Dana discovers that she, like Michelle, is bisexual. I can imagine a double date with Michelle and a couple of admirers. Whatever the future has in store for Dana, I look forward to reading about it.

Stef

dance of the creepazoid spewmonkeys

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I'm glad those creeps got kicked out of the dance! Good chapter, with a very sweet & sexy bit of fun back in the room that night. The Dana persona clearly doesn't want to go back in the box. Who would after such a taste of freedom, a glimpse of the potentials?

I'll confess that as I read chapter one---nice as it was---I was slightly apprehensive that the plot of this tale as a whole might turn out to be a little thin. But with the addition of more and more interesting characters, more subplots, subtle emotional crosscurrents, bits of backstory, anecdotes ........... it's totally engrossing, rich with realistic nuances as it accelerates toward ........... whatever's in Part 6.
~~~hugs, LAIKA