By Joyce W.
Last fall a business trip took me to San Diego. At the end of the trip I made plans to drive up the coastal highway to do some sight seeing, shopping and enjoy the views, returning from Seattle after two days in Vancouver, B.C.

I finished my business the last day and returned to my hotel room to spend a few hours getting en femme, which I planned to be until my return home from Seattle the following week.

I headed out to dinner and while dining it dawned on me that it was Halloween. I very seldom go to drag bars because I hate to get hit on, but I made an excception because I had heard that there was a good show at the local club. I found quite seat at the end of the bar, order a drink and waited for the show. While I was waiting for the show to start a GG came up to me and asked if I were GG or other. When I said other she was delighted because she didn't want to spend the night in her devils outfit by herself. The bonus was she was a fox and local.

We enjoyed the show and talked about everything. I was glad to meet a local because the next morning I was off to LA and planned to visit Santa Catalina Island wanted some advance information. We hit a few other bars and at 2AM we were both partied out. Sandra also had to go to work the next day so I walked her to her car, she left and I headed to my car.

A Big Surprise

GUESS WHAT? NO CAR! The space was there but no car. Normally I wouldn't care because the car was rented, there was one very big problem:

Before I left the hotel I put my suitcase with my boy clothes in the trunk so I could get an early start the following morning. And when I say everything I mean everything except my tooth brush, shaver and wallet. I caught a cab back to the hotel and call Hertz to report the car stolen. Hertz said I would have to call the police or I would be responsible.

OH BOY! I pass well but I'm not an in your face person, what to do? At this point the only clothes I had were fem. I called the police and they came at 4:30 A.M. and took the report never even asking me about the was I was dressed, I guess they were used to it or because it was Holloween. Any way that was the easy part.

At 7A.M I caught the shuttle bus to airport, bit my lip and went into Hertz to fill out the reports. No one said anything but they had to know from my drivers license who I was. That done they told me there was nothing they could do for 24 hours, so I caught the shuttle back to the hotel for some rest. That afternoon I fixed myself up and walked over to Horton Plaza to buy some boy clothes.

Talk about a switch: here I was en femme buying boy clothes.

When I arrived back at the hotel ther was a message waiting for me. The police found my car, apparently some kids took it for a joy ride and since I had returned the keys to Hertz I wasn't going to be charged for the broken ignition lock.

After a bad start the rest of the trip was uneventful except I never did make it to Vancouver because of the late start.

Next time I'll be sure to leave a set of boy clothes back at the hotel.


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