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Is there anything sexier than walking into a bar and seeing a petite, slim, sexy, young eighteen year old blonde girl in a teensy black tight fitting dress, sensual high heels and an all-American smile alluringly standing by the bar? I’d recently been “pursued” by a man named John for a number of weeks and that was his description and reaction to seeing me for the first time. I had been “that sexy young girl” who had been out in night clubs for over a year. So often the “scene” in the clubs was more about dodging lecherous men, pushing away eager young suitors, and avoiding the self-centered people that made the night life in certain city of Boston establishments seem far scarier than even a Star Wars kind of bar.The fact that I am told that I’m rather quite attractive and ultra-feminine in appearance is not unique to many pretty “gals.” My reality while out in public places, in my sexy tight little dresses, is that I am in reality a smooth shaven pretty young guy in a dress! My skillful make-up, use of elegant wigs, and my attention to all of the “details” makes me very passable in public, even in the transgender bars that I liked to frequent.My somewhat elaborate and advanced appearance came as a result of hard work, “mysterious” desires and acquired skill. I’d been dressing like a girl since my early teens in secret and now that I had my first apartment prior to going to college I finally was able to let the girl inside me – be outside in the real world every weekend! I loved the excitement of the transgender, straight and even gay bar scene. I loved simply being dressed as a woman. I also enjoyed the energy of the clubs and had been lucky enough to make a few friends as well.Being a rather short (5’5”) tall and a slim 130 pounds made dresses look almost completely natural on my smooth soft skinned body. Adding five inch high heels and in pretty long blonde hair extensions made for a rather sexy and believably female sight. Many evenings I would wear tight fitting waist cinchers and even corsets to bed to train my waist to quite small proportion. I was dedicated to the full “look” and paid attention to every detail I ever was able to learn about.Given that I so enjoyed the lust of being super feminine, the tight fitting short dresses, nylon hose, teensy panties and long red fingernails became the norm for me. Even my long alluring eyelashes were sometimes a spectacular but believable add on. I loved bright red lipstick matched to my bright red painted toenails. I was as they say – a gal who was always dressed to the feminine extreme.I was a bit of a reluctant man magnet – but up until now, I had one hundred percent reverse polarization! I always pushed men away out of both habit and frustration. I believed strongly that I was a heterosexual crossdresser who just was crazed for female clothes and that extreme fem look I so loved. I found it both emotionally and even at times sexually satisfying as in a true type of sexual fetish. I did not expect things to ever change, but my feelings began to waver when an attractive older man that I met, rather cleverly found some vulnerabilities in me that I never knew that I had.On Friday and Saturday nights, I’d go out to my favorite club and meet up with this new friend named John. John had generously been buying me drinks on a regular basis for virtually the entire winter. It was also safer to have a man at your side in some of these seedy places. John was the first guy to ever get me to dance with a man – and I at least enjoyed the universal “concept” of girl dancing with a guy. Dancing to me was both innocent and fun. All of the melodies played at the transgender club I frequented were lively, modern and loud. On the last Saturday night in April, I was with John on the dance floor enjoying some high energy dancing when suddenly the music changed. Apparently, the DJ chose to play a very the atypically slow love song, the kind of which I had never heard in this night club before.Surprised by the tenor of the song and before I could walk away, I found myself being held closely by John. At first, I was startled, but it a strange way it seemed normal. I was dancing with this guy and being held close was not objectionable. Guys held girls when they danced and much to my surprise I found that close dancing was even pleasant. In an odd way, I actually liked being snuggled and held tenderly by this much older and bursa escort much taller man. As I found myself a bit more comfortable, I felt a strange sensation when John’s hands slowly and subtly slid lower to my derriere. I didn’t find myself in my usual panic. Normally a guy would have known clearly my feelings on that! One guy in the past had found my hand stinging him across their face for a similar thing!The unusual sensation of feeling his hand on the edge of my short dress and stockings had a powerful yet delightful effect. Never would I have guessed I would feel stimulated by the apparent eroticism of being touched as a woman by the hand and fingers of a man. Having my thin, tight dress and silken stockings being gently caressed in such a tender manner had a magical electricity that caused my eyes to open wide. I suddenly realized that during this first slow dance of my feminine life, I felt incredibly female and yet I also felt so very vulnerable and perhaps even exposed. I felt so feminine in this man’s arms and without any conscious thought, I instinctively held him closer.John smiled, looked me in the eye and winked at me. I smiled back but suddenly I was getting kissed on the mouth! I was stunned yet his lips were so tender and felt so warm. I didn’t try to push him away. I was being electrified in a strange sense of lust and feline emotion that I had never felt nor even considered to be possible in the past. When the song ended I was both blushing, flustered and a bit embarrassed. The edges of John’s lips had been reddened by my bright red lipstick. What had just happened was never on my personal radar. I had just reacted to a man like a woman would and I found myself in a panic, feeling naked, even ashamed and anxiously wanting and needing to flee.The lights suddenly went on. That was the last dance and it signaled closing time. I rushed to the bar to find my coat as John tried to keep up. I was, disconcerted, mortified and even humiliated at my own actions and unexpected response to John’s affections. I fled to the door and John caught up to me on the street. He was kind and concerned. “Are you all right Cari?” He asked. “Yes”, I responded somewhat falsely. He insisted on walking me to my car where I thanked him and gave him my usual promise to “bump into him” at the club the following week.For the drive home and for much of the rest of the week I tried at times to digest and make some sense of what just what had happened with John. I was actually quite distressed and troubled by how I had reacted to John’s touch. I was petrified that I may have sexual tendencies towards men when dressed as a woman – which I had always rejected and perhaps had repressed deeply over time. Still, my denial couldn’t reject the reality of just how exciting and how enchanting and dreamlike that his touch and kiss had been.At the bar the next Friday night, John pulled me aside to talk in private. He apologized to me for kissing me so unexpectedly. I accepted his apology and I nervously joked that I had gotten over it. A couple of free drinks later, I admitted to John that his kiss wasn’t all that bad. In fact, after more drinks, I admitted to him that I actually had enjoyed it. John was thrilled and smiled in his quiet yet subtle way. He spilled to me that he had paid the DJ for the “slow” song played during our last dance! I laughed and commended his devilishness. I knew that he liked me a lot and I must admit his flattery and honesty made me feel more and more comfortable with him.A few drinks later I was quite tipsy and was being asked out on a date by him. I had been asked out dozens of times by dozens of men in the last year and never once said yes. John convinced me that dinner would have no strings attached. He said he loved being with me and that dinner and drinks would be just for fun. In all the time I had been “out” in public, this time I felt positive about such a possibility. I managed a weak, almost embarrassing yes. John was thrilled and gave me a big, sincere genuine hug. He would pick me up at my apartment the next night at 7:00 P.M.Saturday morning arrived and I awoke in a bit of a state of frenzy. I had all kinds of strange dreams and in one – I was being kissed by a man (It wasn’t John) and after the kiss, I panicked and in fear – I decided to run. In the dream I ran and ran. I was scared but I was overtaken by my pursuer bursa escort bayan and I got caught. The man grabbed me, took hold of me and I got kissed again. Once “caught” I didn’t run. I just enjoyed the kiss and woke up with a painfully hard, stimulated erection! I couldn’t deny there was some sort of sexual connection in the dream and where I was at emotionally, yet I had never pondered to any great degree what all of this might mean. My reaction to that evening’s fateful kiss was mysterious and yet for whatever reason(s), strangely exciting.Whether it was the dream or the thoughts of his kiss, I was more enthusiastic about my feminine side than ever before but I was also more confused than ever. Even more crazy was that as a sixteen year old “boy” I had dated a couple of very pretty gals in high school. I remembered how excited I was about my first Prom date – but this seemed quite odd and extremely different. I had even been lucky enough to make it all the way home with my girlfriend quite a few times. Sex with her was awesome and unforgettable – yet here I was about to be going on a date as a boy-girl and sex was certainly out of the question. I was still in my mind a heterosexual guy who just loved “being a girl.”What I did (at least) know was that I was going to go all out to look sexy and perfect for John on my first date as Cari. Much of my craving and desire to be appealing in appearance is due to my own perfectionism and my own personal vanity as a gal. I spent the day relaxing in a luxurious bubble bath, shaving my entire body perfectly silky and smooth. I even shaved my pubic area so I was a 100 percent shaven “female” except for seven plus inches of rather obvious maleness that so often during the day – was quite moved by the silky smooth feel of my own burgeoning and so real feeling femininity.I began my feminine preparation by adding long feminine eyelashes. My blonde hair extensions blended beautifully with my sexy blonde bangs and my sensual eye shadow. I pierced my ears which I do periodically and added long sexy gold leaf earrings. Even my eyelashes were lightened with bleach white to match my blonde hair. I knew all of the tricks from my perfectly glued bright red nail extensions to my favorite matching shade of bright red lipstick. I often am stunned when I look at myself in the mirror and even when naked the rather largish seven inch erect cock on the girl in the mirror seemed very out of place!I tried on my favorite black dress. With a deep V neckline and thin spaghetti straps, exposing all of the skin above my breasts, I looked so sexy. The dress was so short and tight fitting that I had chills. My flat stomach and tiny waist was the body of a young slim girl. I added matching black 5” high heeled stiletto pumps and when I looked in the mirror I could not believe the stunningly feminine creature was me. What a creation! She was young, trim, stunning and even beautiful. I almost could not believe the reflection in the mirror was me.Still two hours away, I was ultra-content with my good looks. I felt confident I would pass well at the restaurant as a female, especially with John at my side. I decided to try other dresses and outfits. At but seventeen I was already the owner of over twenty dresses, six wigs, all kinds of lingerie and more. I tried on a white dress that I’d worn out several times that drew many compliments. Frilly, short and ultra-feminine this dress would be perfect. With plenty of time, I tried two of my red dresses on. Then my long black cocktail dress that made me look like a movie star. I tried on a pink negligee and a then an alluring frilly, sheer, black nighty that I sometimes liked to wear in private to bed. That mirror kept fooling me! I just could not believe that my reflection was not ALL female!Suddenly the door-bell rang. I had been lost in the mirror’s lust and lost track of time. I live on the third floor of a three level brick front home and in but 5” black stilettos, French perfume and the tiny sheer black negligee I had just tried on I was not quite ready! I buzzed John in at the street level and decided I would ask him for a couple of minutes when he reached the door.When I heard his footsteps I opened the door peering from an angle to ask for some time while not revealing my state of undress. John stood stunningly handsome in a dark suit and with flowers in hand. escort bursa I began to explain myself while I melted being quite moved by his elegant and wonderful appearance. “I’m not quite ready, but come on in, ” I said – aware and genuinely embarrassed by my overtly exposed state and balking with a sincere apology. I smelled the scent of the beautiful roses and demurred while he smiled and looked me up and down.I stood momentarily before him suddenly realizing the complete vulnerability of my circumstance. Had it been on purpose that I lost track of time or was this some kind of subliminal hope or desire on my part? It didn’t matter because his lips were soon on mine and the beautiful bouquet of roses had already been tossed by John onto the couch.I felt like a little girl in his powerful arms as his hands went to my exposed derriere as he literally lifted my feet from the floor. His passionate response caused me this rush of need and lust without any conscious mental awareness. His touch and closeness just felt so good. I was melting again and I did just what any good girl in lust would do. I wanted to feel him against me. I wanted to be his girl. I was soon helping him remove his shirt while I instinctually and submissively slipped to my knees!I never even wondered or dared even think previously in my life about what I was about to do! It seemed so natural and so right. I fumbled with his belt buckle and with the fly on his pants. With his pants at his ankles, I pulled down his shorts. Inches from my face was the biggest, hardest, most intimidating cock that I had ever seen. John was over nine inches long and it had a huge thick mushroom shaped cock head. I was going to taste that monster regardless if I knew how to or not.I began with my tongue as my girlfriend had done, but the rest would be pure instinct. Opening as wide as I could, I tasted the head of his magnificent manhood. I could have recoiled at such a challenge but I was suddenly a man’s sexy, bedroom outfit clad, girlfriend. I felt sexy like never before and my new found desire and need soon had me sucking him and taking almost three or four inches of him into my mouth and throat.My lips and mouth was stretched to the limit as I looked up at John’s face. His eyes were closed and he was moaning. All the times I said no to a guy and now I had more control than I ever had over a man, yet I would soon have little or none! “Oh Cari” He moaned deeply. I loved to hear his moans and the joy I seemed to be bringing to him. Soon I was being lifted. I was being carried into my own bedroom by a very large, handsome, and now completely naked man!John placed me gently onto my bed on my back. When his mouth met mine feeling his manly, hard, naked body pressed against mine was pure heaven. My disbelief and wonder surged as he lifted my nighty to find his lips meeting my boyish soft breasts. He first suckled them gently causing me to feel such an astonishing feminine sensation that caused me to groan in blissful delight. Then my lover began to suck and knead my breasts with a rapturous fervor that had me feeling euphoric and filled with lustful need. If I didn’t feel completely female and feminine, John was sure making me feel enraptured, loved, and so much more!I was so hard and stimulated that my seven inch terribly hard cock almost hurt. I soon found myself having my legs lifted and my whole body bent back. John kissed my inner thighs and seemed to ignore my seven7 inches of what seemed to be very incongruous manhood. With my 5” inch stilettoes helplessly pointing to the ce, ling my thighs and my sexy round bottom was being spread by his huge powerful hands.I felt his warm tongue gently lick the area around my anal opening. He was teasing me with his tongue and he was searching incredibly close to my entrance. When his tongue found my button down there I truly thought I would lose my mind! Bent back and helpless but so willingly submitting, I could not have been more moved. Feeling his powerful tongue soon probing me and even penetrating my anal opening and rim was the most mind blowing feeling I had ever experienced. I was practically hyperventilating at the eroticism and wonder of the feeling of being kissed and licked down there in my most personal place!I was so ready and yet completely unprepared for what I knew was going to be inevitable. My hairless smooth perfumed body was about to be his to take. I was now willing beyond and even eager to see what really being a girl would be like. The “Girls” at the club talked about being fucked in the ass and I knew without doubt that John had plans for me and the sexy bum that many a man had said they wanted.