Note, this a true story, some of the names have been changed, but certainly not the events of the days!, this is taken right from my diary entry of the time.

My (email) name is Joyce Devries and of all of the adventures I have had dressed as a woman, this was the ultimate. I got courted by a true and real Lesbian Female, my spouse and her Bi female lover and my date went out for a romantic date to Stage West (www.stagewest.com), and double dated and here is diary entry for you all to enjoy.

I am 5'2", TV, live near Toronto, Ont., Canada, pass quite well as a woman and have done tons of "real life" things as a woman, this one was an awesome special, romantic adventure.

 

Meeting Cheryle

by Joyce Devries

joyce_devries@hotmail.com

MSN ID: joyce_devries@hotmail.com

 

Part #12

April 2005

 

Continued……

 

Cheryle was smiling ear to ear as the two cars pulled up and parked and I looked over and saw that Sharon and Brenda were smiling as well as they looked over at us. The four of us got out of the cars and slung our purses over our shoulders and all started heading to the door of the club/bar. It was the weirdest sound, the 3 other women with their heels clicking and myself being flatfooted in running shoes. As we walked I wondered what I was getting into, after all, I was wearing a ridiculously short skirt, my makeup was heavy and I stunk like a woman that was oversexed and on her period. We were heading into a club/roadhouse restaurant that was a hangout for the College kids across the road. As we walked up to the door of the establishment, Sharon opened the door for us and had a wicked smile as we walked in. We were greeted by a "20 something" girl, in a black miniskirt and white silk blouse and a camisole definitely visible under it, her makeup was perfect and she looked hot in her 2" black patent heels.

She picked up some menus and said, "right this way ladies". I looked around and could see that the place was pretty much empty and she started leading us towards one of the booths and Sharon spoke up and told her that we preferred a table. I wanted the privacy of a booth for our dinner, but Sharon and the others wanted nothing to do with that and Cheryle spoke up and said, "we want to make sure as many people possible see our '20 something party girl'", and Sharon made sure of that picked a table almost in the center of the establishment. I was a little nervous, but slid into my seat, and the hostess told us that our server would be right with us. Cheryle sat next to me, and Brenda next to Sharon, my back was to the back of the club and I could clearly see the front door. I started looking through the menu and so did the other women and then another "20 something", cheerful girl came and introduced herself as our server for the evening and asked if we wanted drinks. I looked up from my menu and saw a fairly attractive girl with long, long straight blonde hair in a black leather miniskirt, dark red floral blouse, perfect makeup and low black heels. Sharon, Brenda and Cheryle all ordered after the waitress addressed them as, "and ladies you will have?", and then she looked over at me and said, "and you miss?". I ordered a cooler and she looked me over and asked me for proof of ID, I looked over and all three of the other girls were smiling, and I opened my purse and took out the ID Cheryle had given me and handed it to the girl and then she checked it over and gave it back to me and asked if we wanted more time to order and we said we did.

After she left, all of the girls were giggling and said, "told you so", and then a comment that knew I had been set up, when Sharon floored me and said, "cannot wait for the dancing to happen". She said that just as the waitress came to the table with the drinks and asked if we were ready to order. I was speechless, and again the waitress called me "miss" and I ordered a small personal pizza, while Sharon her usual pita wrap and Cheryle and Brenda pasta dishes. As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, I immediately asked what the whole "dancing" comment was about and then the three of them went on to explain that during the day the place we were at was a roadhouse but at 8pm, they clear an area, and then they pointed it out and told me it converted to a dance area. I looked around and they pointed out were the area was, and then they also told me that Sunday night was ladies night and were all looking forward to it. I had cold shivers running down my back as I was recalling my days as a male at places like this and knew it was going to be a "meat market" and now figured out what the girls had planned for all along, putting me in an outfit and situation I WAS going to get hit on. Sharon looked over at me and said, "should be fun right Joy?", with a huge smile on her face. I rolled my eyes and sipped on my drink, and the conversation then started about general feminine stuff, but Cheryle did make a point of gushing about my wardrobe and Sharon made the comment, "yes Joy has an issue, no, an obsession with Bridal wear", Cheryle laughed and agreed but made the comment that some of the dresses were amazing and she had so much fun trying some of them on. Our food came and the conversation continued, the time was approaching 7:30pm, and I started to notice that the place was starting to fill up with more people and more importantly, they were all "20 something" students. As I watched, obviously the girls had scoped out the establishment ahead of time and saw girls after girl come in with provocative clothing, and the guys in tight jeans and such looking good. This was definitely turning out to be a "meat market" and I was becoming part of the "meat section".

I would look over at Sharon every once in a while and she would be smiling and sipping on her drink with a look of, "oh you are in for something tonight" type of look. The conversation continued, but I must admit I did not have much to say only when I knew what was going on. The place continued to fill and they started moving tables to clear the dance floor and such and we eventually finished dinner and the hour was approaching 8pm. I took notice of how some of the girls that were coming in were dressed, also they were coming in groups of 2 and 3 even 4. Quite a few were in miniskirts, but it was about a 50/50 split of pants and skirts, one thing in common was provocative tops and makeup as well. Lots were in heels, but not stiletto heels like the girls in our group were wearing, but the more chunky heels style. All sorts of different guys were coming in as well, some hunks, some "so, so", and others I hoped would not ask me to dance, if it came to that, and I had a funny feeling the girls got me dressed like I was to make me a target for guys to ask me to dance, and showing off my legs with the skirt, was the "bulls eye".

It was getting close to the time that they were going to turn on the music as I saw the waitresses walking around collecting money from guys that were in the restaurant for dinner and wanted to stay for the dancing. For us it was free for ladies before 10pm, so there was not charge for us. The waitress came back to the table to see if we wanted more drinks and Cheryle spoke up and asked for another round and asked where the ladies room was, and she pointed across the dance floor to the back of the club. Cheryle then said out loud, but not enough so people around could hear it that I should use the ladies room now before the dancing. I agreed and grabbed my purse and asked if she wanted to go as well, but she just laughed and looked across at Brenda and Sharon and then back at me, and said, "I do not have to go, but you do". I said, I know, I need to fix my lipstick", Cheryle smiled and grabbed my hands and said, "and?", and I said back to her and questioned, "and what?". She started giggle and saw that the others were too and said, "you need to change", I was puzzled and she saw my look and leaned over and whispered in my ear, "your on your period remember, and it just started, and the last thing you want to do during the heavy part of your cycle is to spring a leak on the dance floor". For the first time since I got into the club I felt the tampon and I knew what I had to do, I opened my purse and said to Cheryle quietly, "I do not have one in my purse to replace it". Cheryle leaned back and said quietly to the other girls "she does not have a replacement in her purse". All of the girls chuckled in unison and then Cheryle leaned over to me and quietly said, "you are a 15 year veteran of the ladies room, you know the dispensing machines for tampons are in the ladies room, and you have money in the wallet I put in the purse. When you come back, we want to see the discarded tampon, put it in the tissue like you are supposed to in your purse, not the napkin container, and we want to see the new wrapper and applicator as well". I told her I understood, and wondered what it was going to be like to actually do the insertion and removal in a public washroom.

All the girls were smiling and I asked again if anyone wanted to "tag team" with me to the ladies room, and Sharon spoke up and said, "oh no dear, we want to sit here and watch the show". I knew exactly what she meant and grabbed my purse and stood up, and as I turned around to the direction of the ladies room to my horror, I found out that I was going to be walking straight across the lighted dance floor with very full tables and such of girls and guys sitting around. I stood up and walked across the floor and thanks to the effect of the cooler I already drank, my nerves were somewhat calm as I walked. However I could feel all eyes on me, male and female as I walked across the floor, especially two guys, mid 20's, not bad looking seated near the ladies room, they certainly looked me up and down as I walked towards and past them, they whistled at me as I passed, which I took as a compliment. I entered the ladies room and found it to be pretty typical of a club ladies room with 5 stalls, a floor length mirror on the wall to check ourselves after doing our business and well lighted sink and mirrored area for hair and makeup. I started looking around for a tampon dispenser and found it on the wall and then started towards the sink to put down my purse and get the fifty cents that was needed for a replacement tampon. I made my way to the mirror and sink area and met another girl that was just finishing fluffing out her hair, she had obviously touched up her lipstick. I quickly looked her up and down and she was glancing over at me, she was in VERY tight jeans, low heels and a top that showed off her lovely breasts, her very long waist length blonde hair would have driven any man crazy and her makeup was perfect on her cute face.

I looked in the wallet Cheryle had packed for me took out the little wallet and was shocked only find a $5 bill and a couple of dollar and two dollar coins. I had no clue what to do, and the girl next to me that was packing up her purse and saw my expression and I knew she had seen me looking at the tampon dispenser, she turned to me and asked if everything was alright. I must have turned like 10 colors of red, I was not only embarrassed (about the fact I had no clue what to say or do), but the fact she probably knew I was on my period, I tried to speak and the words were not coming out, and she smiled at me in the mirror. She asked if I needed change and I told her that I did and kept smiling and looked through her purse and then she told me that she did not have any. I was getting a little uncomfortable with the situation, as other girls were coming into the ladies room and to the sink and mirror area to fix their makeup and hair. The girl helping me quietly said, "oh forget it, here is my emergency one", and discretely reached into her purse and pulled a tampon out and handed the it to me and I quickly put it in my purse and thanked her over and over, as from what I could see none of the other girls in the ladies room saw what was going on. She smiled at me wider, and said, "no problem, I had to rely on another girl once, 'what goes around comes around, so they say', take care", and then she turned and walked out of the ladies room.

I turned and noticed that the ladies room was getting more busy, as the club filled up and kept my vision as "tunnel vision" as not to look at any of the other girls as I knew some of them were really hot looking and found the first available stall and headed in. As I slipped into the stall, I had girls on either side of me taking care of business and loved the sound of the tinkling as they peed. I knew I had to be careful, from watching Sharon, knew when they put a tampon in and out they sit down on the toilet, and I knew I was going to have to be standing up, and a set of feet pointing at the toilet was of course something a woman does not do in the ladies room stall unless walking in. I hung my purse up on the stall door and placed the tampon on the lid of the toilet and got ready to replace it. I lowered my panties and hiked up my skirt and reached around to find the string and slowly pulled out the tampon. I must admit, as much as the pain was going in, the same was going out, but I managed to get it out and grabbed some toilet paper and wrapped it up and stuffed it in my purse that was hanging on the stall door. I grabbed the replacement tampon and peeled off the outer wrapper, placed it in my purse and then started to remember what Cheryle had done back at home and after looking at the tampon for a while started to figure out what I had to do. I leaned up against the door of the stall and keeping my feet forward bent over and reached around and slowly inserted the tampon and applicator, which again was a little painful. I pulled out the applicator and ensured that the string was outside to allow for the tampon to be removed. I put everything in my tiny purse and then sat down and hiked up my skirt and did my business and wiped up.

I left the stall and noticed that the ladies room was not as busy and made my way to the sink and mirror area to freshen up, I found the lip gloss Cheryle had put in the purse and put a "lime" flavor that made my lips very shiny over top of the fresh lipstick I put on, and then fluffed out my hair. Many other girls were coming in and out of the ladies room as I touched up my lipstick and I felt like was just another one of them and loved the experience. One other girl joined me at the mirror and we exchanged smiles as we touched up and both almost finished at the same time and packed up our purses together and I followed her out the door of the ladies room. As I walked back to the table, the guys at the one table that were looking me up and down when I went into the ladies room, were obviously waiting for me to come out as one nudged the other as I approached them. I smiled and gave them a flirting smile as I walked by, just to tease them, and continued walking across the lighted dance floor to our table knowing full well I was being checked out as I walked. I could see all of the girls at our table staring and me and chuckling as I approached. After I sat down, Cheryle immediately grabbed my tiny purse and opened it and looked around and said out loud, "mission accomplished ladies", to which they all laughed, Cheryle then asked "how is it?", I said "fine" and had to admit that after the amount of time I had worn the tampon that it was no longer uncomfortable to be wearing it. However I knew the fact that he girls had set me up to fail in not giving me change for the dispenser and when Cheryle asked where the replacement tampon came from I just smiled and said, "I took care of things", she smiled and so did the other girls and we left it at that.

Shortly after sitting down the lights went out and the music started, I looked over at Sharon and all she was doing was smiling. Cheryle ordered another round of drinks, and I started to look around to see what was happening and what I saw was girls and guys dancing and such, the music was "not my style", but the people dancing seemed to enjoy it. I looked over and could see Sharon and Brenda both making facial jesters and such and knew they were flirting, but knew darn well that they were not looking for anything, besides they were both too old for the crowd we were a part of, but soon found out that the flirting was nothing to do with them when Sharon all of a sudden said, "one is coming over". I turned my head and saw one of the guys that was eyeing me on the way to the ladies room coming straight towards our table. I looked back at Sharon and she just smiled and took another sip of her drink with a "I told you so" look in her eyes. The guy got to the table right between songs and was rather attractive looking, tight jeans, tight T shirt on and a really cute face, 5'8", I figured be was minimum 19 and maximum 24, I looked away and sipped on my drink as he approached the table. I had my back to him but heard, "evening ladies, would any of you care for a dance?". Sharon spoke up immediately and held up her hand with her Wedding ring on and said, "sorry sweetie, we are not in the game, but Joy here is single", pointing at me, saying "she might".

I was a little offended at first that my spouse would put me on the spot like that, offering me to the first male that showed up, and, judging by the fact that they had got me dressed up to turn on any red blooded male as well the fact that I was frankly horny and was ready for anything after what I already had been through during the weekend. I surprised the group by readily agreeing to go dancing with him, and offered my hand to him, he then lead me to the dance floor hand in hand. I looked back at the table with a look of victory, but unexpected to me I got a look of "I told you so". He lead me to the floor and the music was not what I was used to, expecting to hear music my "The Eagles" and classic rock, I got "jungle music", and found myself looking other girls and figuring out how to dance. I stared at the guys face and could tell he was looking me up and down and totally checking me out. I did the same back to him, and very quickly started connecting with him, I could see in his eyes he was very attracted to me and at the same side was scared for the fact if he found out who and what I really was could be a very bad thing.

The first song ended and he asked me what my name was and I told him and he told me his was Paul, and that was about it, as the next song started we started dancing again. I looked over every once in a while and saw that the other girls were looking over at me and smiling. After the third song I told Paul that I wanted the take a break and go back to the table to finish my drink, to which he came close to my ear and in a sexy voice said, "dance with me more and come back to our table drinks will be on me", I smiled at him and thought, "what the heck", and leaned in close to him and said, "you have a deal", and then asked me what I was drinking and I told him and then let him know I would be finishing my drink and getting my purse and then would be joining him. I made my way back to the table and the girls all had smiles on their faces and my spouse Sharon spoke up and said, "someone have a new friend?", I was in a vengeful mood and gulped down the rest of the cooler I was drinking and still standing, grabbed my tiny purse and said, "guess so", and turned and walked away to the table Paul and his friend were sitting at. That moment, except for a brief encounter with Cheryle was the last time I spoke to my spouse or Brenda for the rest of the evening.

As I walked to the table were Paul was, I made sure it was slow and deliberate and gave Paul and his friend a show. I got to the table and Paul got up and pulled out my chair and I sat down, he had already ordered my drink and it was waiting for me. Paul introduced me to his friend, which was Carl, obviously younger and just as cute, dressed very similarly. All of the "usual" pleasantries were exchanged, and as I thought they went to the College across the street and I had fun making up a story about the school I went to and what I was doing at their drinking establishment. Carl asked if the other girls I was with would be interested in dancing and just about saw both of them gag on their drinks when I said, "I doubt it, two are Lesbians and one is a married Bi-sexual woman", I loved watching their reaction. They of course asked who was who and I smiled and sipped on my drink and quietly said, "a girl does not kiss and tell". I could have sworn that the table rose and their members and attention was definitely raised and Paul immediately asked, "you?". I smiled back and said nothing other than, "I am dancing with you am I not?". I knew I had shocked them both and Paul broke the ice and asked if I wanted to go dancing again, then it donned on me, my purse, what the heck was I to do with my purse as Sharon really never taught me what to do in a situation like that. I quickly looked around and saw that other girls were either carrying their purses to the dance floor and either putting them on a table nearby or on a window ledge.

I spotted a window ledge just off the dance floor and lead Paul to that point hand in hand and placed my purse on it, and the song happened to be a classic rock slow song and Paul took the lead and held me close as we swayed to the music. I was staring into his eyes and at one point, leaned in close to me and said "your bisexual right", and I coyly looked back at him and said, "how did you guess?", He then asked if he could ask a personal question and I told him he could, and he asked if I had any girl-girl action recently. I smiled and told him, "I have no clue what you are talking about", he smiled back and said, "from what I smell, which is what my girlfriend smells like and the answer you gave me, I take that as a yes". I leaned in and decided to go for broke and quietly said to him, "but you are cute and yummy looking". I swear his cock almost exploded and as he was holding me close, I could actually feel the bulge grow in his pants. The slow dancing and the look from Paul changed at that point, he held me slightly closer and made sure that the bulge in his pants was pressing against my belly and I knew it. I stared up at him looking him in the eyes and was giving him the "green light signal" by slowly licking my lips. He took the hint and his hands went lower to the back of my short skimpy skirt as we danced, this continued on for the rest of the song.

We went back and forth from the table to the dance floor and he kept ordering me drinks and I sipped on them in between breaks in the songs. Paul sure loved to dance and I started to really get into the whole routine and call it the booze and the fact I felt and looked sexy the whole "party girl" theme started to take shape. Every once in a while I would look over where the other girls were sitting and would see them not there and then look around the dance floor seeing them dancing together in a circle with some of the other girls in the establishment. It was about 10pm, and I was really getting to liking Paul and the fact that he found me sexy and the looks I was getting from the guys and girls in the club, found myself vulnerable and ready for anything. So one slow dance when Paul leaned in and with very sexy voice asked, "so 'in the mood for some meat rather than fish'". I looked back at him and played coy and said, "I have no clue what you are talking about", knowing full well what he meant. Paul then put his face close to mine and then gently put his hand on my rear and pulled me close so I could feel his member on my belly and I swear he pulled up my skirt and exposed my panties in his passion, right on the dance floor, however I did not care at that point. I took the hint and looked him in the eyes and said, "is that a banana in your pants or are just glad to see me". He leaned close and gave me a light kiss on the lips and said, "you are such a cock tease", I smiled back and looked him in the eyes and said, "how do you know that?". He then whispered in my ear, "dressed the way you are, saying what you are saying to me". I then said, "so what are you going to do about it?". He got serious and said, "take you back to my apartment and fuck your brains out". I smiled back and told him I was on my period and that was not possible, and then licked my lips and said, "however we girls have other ways of taking care of problems like you have", and gently and discreetly stroked his crotch.

I definitely had his attention and looked over to see if my spouse and the other girls could see what I was doing but saw that the table they were at was still empty, but knew they had not left as their drinks were still there. He then asked if I wanted to leave right then and there to go back to his place, and knew that would be a bad idea given the fact he had no clue about who or what I was and told him I could not leave my girlfriends. He then groaned and told me how hot he was and how hard he was. I knew I was in the drivers seat and asked him if he had a car. He told me he did not, but his friend Carl did and I suggested we find a quiet spot in the club parking lot and I could take care of him. He liked the idea and after I grabbed my purse, he took my hand and lead me back to his table. Carl was there and Paul asked him for the car keys and I could see that Carl knew why and after giving him the keys he winked at Paul and then he took my hand and we walked out of the club, and as we passed our table I saw that the girls were still on the dance floor as they were not at the table, as I was hoping my spouse Sharon could see me walking out with him.

To be continued….

 

So here is the offer:

I AM NOT A PRO.

This 38 year old, petite, passable TV, would love to entertain you if you are in my area, Toronto Ontario, as described in the story above. I love to be the girl of your dreams, and as long as I can remain the girl at all times, I would love to hear from you. I am not interested in being a TV/TS "girlfriend" and "BI" sex, but rather I will be the woman of your dreams for a wonderful and possible formal evening, I promise, you will not go home frustrated. If you are a NON-smoking male or female, that would like my company for the evening, please contact me, kisses,

Joyce Devries, joyce_devries@hotmail.com

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