On The Way To The Queen
By Roxane It's easy! Submit your copy by e-mailing it to Cindy Martin here at TGF. Copy is edited by Cynthia Smith who will work with you on polishing up your article. Hope to hear from YOU! I am not sure just when I started to try on my mothers under - garments, I may have been about nine or ten. The next time I got very curious was when my sister was in her frilly years, and that did not last long. I just love that silky feeling next to my skin, and the knowledge that no one knows that under my male attire is feminine underwear. After I left home and joined the service, I sought alot of different aspects of my sexual self. I remember an incident when I was experimenting with the gay life style, I was startled and shocked when one of my encounters, a guy that was dressed in jeans, flannel shirt, and boots was totally dressed in feminine underwear under his male street clothes. What a exciting feeling that sent coursing through me. That is when I started to wear panty hose and silk panties instead of cotton BVD's. As the years passed, I had determined that I am bi-sexual and enjoy the love and company of both sex's equally. This year was a real turning point when after a chance encounter over the internet I met Mike. He likes viral men, hairy, and muscular, but in falsies and all feminine clothing. From there the desire to come out in public as one of the girls was beyond a dream and soon was to be a reality. One Saturday, Sallie, my SO, and I went to the Queen Mary to watch a female impersonation show. Since we stayed till almost closing time they gave us some free tickets for their Sunday open dance show which is less touristy. With that opportunity in mind we went shopping for Roxanne, returned that Sunday for the evening open dance show. Living in southern California there are two places called the "Queen Mary". One is the ship in Long Beach, the other is a gay club called the "Queen Mary" in Studio City. At the time Sallie's sister was visiting from Ohio. We invited her to go out with us Sunday evening not really explaining the coming entertainment that we were going to attend. Sallie applied lashes and makeup and then I got dressed. We explained the transformation to Candice by saying I was going as a woman to Sallie's BBS party the following weekend. I needed to build up some confidence, and the club would be a safe place to try out my new look. That evening we left the house, three very sexy ladies dress to the nines. As we passed the exit for the Long Beach Queen Mary, Candice asked! Where exactly are we going? Since she thought it was the ship (Queen Mary) we were going to. SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We had arrived in Studio City before the doors had opened, so we decided to go eat dinner first as we had lots of time. You will never guess where they took the new Roxanne!! A Jewish delicatessen. Now I guess this is when the real questions started to surface in my head. Am I as drop dead gorgeous as my mate says I am? Can others tell right away that I am a man dressed as a woman? Or can I really pass myself off as one of the girls. Just my luck mother nature called.( how convenient). Decisions, Decisions Now which door do I use, his or hers? I chose to use the mens room since it was a public place. Never having to make this choice before all dressed up and heading into the mens room. I realized the the ladies restroom offers more privacy, but if I had chosen the ladies restroom, what would I do if a REAL woman had walked in while I was in there? Would she just smile and go about her business or would she scream and make a big scene, and I could have been arrested as a pervert?. Well off to the mens room I headed. When I returned to our table, it was the first time is saw the looks the busboys were giving me. I also noticed the looks and under-breath comments the other patrons were giving me. I realized at that moment that I had stopped all production, because all of the cooks were lined up behind the counter watching me (or us) and rapidly chatting while watching our table with dumfounded stares on their faces. Then the waitress's got into the act calling each other over one by one pointing and giggling quietly to themselves. I really wondered what they were saying but I guess I will never know, but it was a very different feeling. As we continued to sit there the service was very slow in coming and my feelings were, we were being ignored. The truth of the matter was it was very busy that evening. The break came when our waitress asked what we "Ladies" would like to order. After that it was no longer a dream, it was now truly a ladies night out. Roxanne was out and free!! Roxanne
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