The Dance                by: Sarah Jones

 

Part 1 : Getting ready

I slipped the black jacket over my shoulders and went to the mirror to check my makeup. I was a little nervous but I didn't want to show it. Tonight was the big night, the night I'd been waiting for for so long. I was going to a dance. I hadn't been out to a dance since I had finished university some 3 years ago but tonight would be very different from then.

Many people say they aren't the person they were a few years ago but I really am not. When I was at Uni. I was a normal student, most of the time. I would go out drinking with the lads, go to loud rock concerts and chase women but tonight, like some of the quieter times at Uni., I am Lyndsay.

I had started to prepare early, knowing that my date for the night would be here at seven. When seven O'clock came I was waiting in the sitting room when the doorbell rang. I opened it with a smile on my face as I saw Jennifer on the door step. She walked in and kissed me.

"Tonight" she said, "You look amazing!". We returned to the sitting room and Jennifer asked how I was feeling. "Nervous" I replied. You see, even though I appear to be an attractive and intelligent girl, things are not as they first appear. My real name is Andrew and I am, as you may guess, not a girl. I had cross-dressed on and off for many years but I had problems with coming out of the closet as I was surrounded by people who I knew would not understand. Then Jennifer appeared.

She had just started a job at the company I worked for and we slowly became good friends. She was initially fascinated by the fact that I wore makeup, though not a lot, and wore fairly feminine clothing. As a few months passed she eventually came round to my flat one evening and as we were talking, she asked if there was anything deeper behind the way I dressed. Even today I don't know why but I told her about my cross-dressing and as she listened I saw her eyes light up. When I had finished she asked my to go and get dressed as a girl and she would see if she could help. When I returned about 10 minutes later she looked up and stared.

When she had recovered from the shock, she got up and walked around me. "I cannot believe that you can look this way" was here eventual comment. She sat down next to me and took my hand.

She explained to me that she had taken a liking to me because I was the only man in our office that talked to her like she was an equal. She told me that she was bi-sexual but that she had never found another girl or guy that she was really comfortable with until she met me. When she saw me dressed tonight she realised that she was in love with me. She said that she also had problems with the idea of coming out of the closet due to people not understanding around her.

She leant across to be and kissed me and it felt electric. She asked if I would help her and she would help me. Her plan was that I would pretend to be her "boyfriend" when she went to visit her parents and in return she would help me learn the finer points of being a woman and would take me out in the evenings to places where I would be comfortable. I agreed and we sat together talking into the early hours of the morning.

At about one o'clock we decided to go to bed and I lent her a satin night-dress to wear. As she lay next to me in the bed I felt her arm pull me closer and her hot lips were placed over mine. I could feel an erection growing and I felt her hand reach down and touch it. She whispered in my ear, "make love to me, slowly and gently, the way a woman would". I slid the night-dress up her thighs and over her stomach until both of her breasts were exposed and I started to run my tongue around her nipples and over her stomach.

I could hear her breathing become deeper as I started to lick her wet vagina and sucked on her clitoris. She was getting more and more excited but she whispered to stop that she would do something special for me. She stepped out of bed and walked to her handbag as I watched her naked breasts swing and envied her. She took something out of the bag and returned to the bed. She told me to roll over and close my eyes. As I waited I heard the her fiddling with something and she whispered into my ear, "I will be as gentle with you as you were with me and I will love you as the woman I see". I felt her press something hard against my ass and she slowly and gently pushed a strap-on dildo inside me.

I moaned in ecstasy as she slid it in and out until I felt my that I would explode. She reached round and took hold of my erect penis and I felt here start to slide her hand up and down in time to her thrusts with the dildo. Just as I was sure I would explode she slowly removed the dildo and rolled me over. She whispered "now I will take you as the man I knew you as before tonight. She put her ruby lips around my penis and slowly but surely she brought me to ecstasy. Later as we lay in each others arms she said that she had never felt this way before but she hoped that she would feel this way again. In the morning we went to work together, hand in hand, and in high spirits. We had got together many other evenings, she had helped me with improving my looks and we visited her parents as a couple. But all this is in the past and tonight we were really going to have fun.

As she sat on the sofa beside me we talked about where we were going and whether I felt I was ready to go out like this. I had been out dressed before, together we'd been shopping and before we met I had occasionally gone out on my own. Earlier in the week we had been out shopping and each had bought an outfit for tonight. She was wearing a sparkly black dress with spaghetti straps which came to about half way up her thigh. I could see that she was wearing stockings as her dress rode up when she moved. To complete the outfit she had a pair of black 3-inch heeled shoes and her clutch bag. We had decided to be a little more discreet with my outfit but it was still quite stunning. The black silk shirt was open far enough to allow my supposed charms to be glimpsed and I had a beautiful pair of black hipster trousers. To complete the outfit I had chosen a pair of black 2-inch heeled pumps and a small black handbag. We sat for a few hours chatting and relaxing with a bottle of red wine until the time came to leave the flat.

"Are you sure you're ready?" she asked as we opened the door. "Yes, I think I am" was the honest reply. We stepped out into the darkness and I felt I was entering another world.

 

Part 2 - At the club

 

 

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