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Cissy



Part Three

Cissy Gets Out

By Cissy

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Toronto

Like many of the male to female transsexuals I have met, she wore little make up and simple clothing and didn't seem to be on the same quest for passability that Rachel and myself pursued. No waist cinches, pads or synthetic hair...no carefully placed make up or need to wear the latest styles. She had no need because the hormones which reshaped her body transported her closer to her real genetic identity.

"So you're from Chicago...how did you like the TTAC meeting?", asked Winny

"It was a little short ...we got there late but it was nice to see some of those folks again."

"Oh yeah, like who?", Winny inquired

"The people I met at Slack Alice the other night...Jean, Karen, Nikki."

"Nikki's great..."

"Yeah, HE (whoops) looked really good tonight", I offered mistakenly...

"He? He?....What do you mean, HE?!", Winny had suddenly changed character. My saying the obvious, Nikki was like myself a "HE", was a serious faux paux in her book. My poor choice of pronouns had clearly violated a taboo around discounting people's chosen gender identity.

"Oh, stop", defended Justine. "...you know what she meant!"

"I'm sorry", I offered, "even though I'm in the middle of this myself, I sometimes forget who is who..." Winny didn't seem any happier with my apology but the glare she received from Justine ended her vocal protest.

"Well if Charlies is closed you want to go back to Crowns's?", suggested Marjina while in the midst of a large yawn.

"It seems like you should go home and go to bed...by yourself", asserted Justine.

"Well, I am a little sleepy...but maybe Crown's would wake me up", she yawned some more.

There was another lull in the conversation but this time that same yawn was passed around...it was clear that the group was losing energy and given that it was rapidly approaching 1:00am, it looked like it was time to give up.

"How are you doing Rachel? You must have had a long day?", I observed while sending another subliminal invitation.

"Oh...yeah you're right. It has been a long day...", invitation received, "maybe we should cut bait and go home, it seems that things are kind of quiet around here." And with that statement, our next activity was suddenly placed on the agenda.

We said our farewells and I promised that I would return soon so we could pick up where we left off. Hopefully, my developing business interests would create an opportunity for me to visit again in the near future. It had been a short but intense time and I felt myself developing a strong bond with the people here. They had no idea how they had helped to build both my personal confidence and my appreciation for gay/transgendered community. Thanks to their warmth I was no longer an outside observer...I had become part of it.

Sleepover

Rachel and I got back to my hotel a little after 1:30am but the sexual tension that had been building kept us feeling fairly energized. We hadn't talked about sex at all, even during the ride home, but a kind of playfulness overcame us upon our arrival "home".

I decided I wanted pictures so we took turns capturing each other's alluring likenesses with my disposable. Rachel found my long red wig, it looked quite sexy on her, so she insisted on wearing it for a couple of poses. Then she took a brush and worked on my hair a little, arranging it as well as Velma my hair dresser might. I enjoyed having her do this, along with the pampering I was getting, I got to stand close to her as she touched me affectionately.

We made eye contact, stood close and then closer and then kissed. In spite of the tiredness that was seeping in, I tingled all over, it was a though my feminine self had completely occupied my body. I wanted her.

At some point we took a short break to change into our respective bedtime clothing. I donned the corset and stockings I had hidden in the bathroom. This garment shapes me so wonderfully, giving me the body to match my luxuriously she-devil mood. I "folded" my male appendage up behind it, giving me a 100% female appearance.

When I reappeared, I found Rachel on the bed wearing a simple top and panties. She let out an appreciative "wow" and began to touch me sweetly. As we started to make love she took the lead playing a more masculine role allowing me to remain in my feminine persona. Unfortunately, she didn't give me a chance to explain why I had hidden my maleness and quickly went about "unwrapping" it for obvious fun and games.

Had I been able to slow her down a little, I'd have shown her some the sexy things I could to do as a simulated girl. Years of practicing by myself in hotel room mirrors had helped me to develop a lovely and pornographic feminine repertoire which I was certain would get us both off. Besides, having "it" visually absent helps me feel like more of a woman.

Still, our lovemaking was fun and Rachel was very supportive and sweet and she held for a while me as I slept.

Exposed!

The next morning I needed to get going fairly early, and rattled around the hotel room as Rachel tried to sleep. My attempt at "quietly" packing eventually aroused her and she woke up. When she came to it was to find me unfortunately having returned to my male state...a big disappointment for me and probably for her as well.

"I'll take you to breakfast if you can get moving quickly", I bargained. So she went about making herself passable as I finished packing. Eventually we found ourselves being seated in the hotel's coffee shop, a process that didn't go as smoothly as it could have.

Rachel, in an attempt to "dress down" probably didn't do everything she could have to disguise her own maleness which surfaced a little and seemed to create some odd tension on the part of the restaurant staff.

As we walked to our table some of the patrons took notice of Rachel, stopped for a moment and then went on eating. Finally we were seated at a table positioned in the exposed center of the restaurant. A booth would have been nice, I felt like we were on display. There we sat, me as the guy, Rachel as the "girl" sort of and the wait staff really taking their time getting around to taking our order.

I can only imagine that there was some behind the scenes panic as several of the novice waitrons drew straws for our table. Eventually we got a waiter, an obvious veteran of the restaurant industry (you could tell by the way he could balance ten dishes of eggs on one arm) who had probably..."seen everything".

Rachel was tense and feeling exposed..."Maybe this wasn't such a good idea", she said. I was a little nervous as well...this was a work related trip and there was always the possibility that someone I knew would spot me with my "new friend".

I had a nervous little fight with myself...

"What do you think you're doing...you're out to breakfast with a Transvestite for God's sake", I confronted

"Shut up...are you forgetting who YOU were last night? Where the hell do you come off being unsupportive?", I challenged back

"I could sit at another table and just wave to her occasionally..."

"You better not...you stay where you are! Be courageous...be a man...........or something....", I trailed off unsure of what I was.

The nervous waiters and patrons had settled back into their earlier rhythms, we had more or less blended in and were relieved to see that our waiter had produced our food with great speed. (It might have been the result of additional behind the scenes panic involving the rerouting of other paton's breakfasts for the purpose of rushing the exit of the uh..."lady" at table 4.)

When it was all over we stood and left, creating a silent shock wave that Rachel behind her. "I think I'll go back up to your room and finish putting on make up before I go....is that okay?"

"Just don't empty the snack bar...the Mounties will track me down and make me pay", I kidded.

She walked me to my car where we hugged said our good-byes. I didn't kiss her, it would have been too weird at that point but I did fondly watch her walk away. I couldn't believe all that had happened, so much intensity, so little time to assimilate it. I started the car, turning to see Rachel one more time.

She looked very sexy from behind and I momentarily flashed to the early morning thrills just passed...the only thing that was out of place was the seagull...she didn't seem to notice but it rode on top of her head like a rodeo cowboy.

It was Jonathan having returned to congratulate me and he was waving and winking. "Hey, you did it!" he seemed to say.

"Yeah...I sure did something", I replied

"What? You regret any of this?...Why the somber tone?"

"Oh....Its just that I have to go back to normal now"

"Hey!, you don't have to worry about that", he insisted

"Why?", I asked

"Its too late...you're well past normal, you couldn't go back if you wanted to."

Looking back on it I'd have to say he was right.

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