Wild Night At the Tranny Bar II

OK...here's the story I promised. Let's see if I can remember all the details. After this, I also have a couple of other fantasies I have queued up to post.

This story happened several years ago when I was in-between long term relationships and having a fling with a fetching young transgirl in her early 20's. Let's call her Monique. Monique was one of the most straightforward and un-neurotic transpeople I've ever met in terms of her sexuality. She just laid it all out there for the world. In addition to being your run of the mill sexed-up autogynephiliac, she also identified as a "sissy girl", which meant she was into young girly clothes and age play... ie. she liked to play the role of a "girl", not just in gender, but in age as well. Now, most people who have that particular... prediliction tend to be pretty deeply in the closet about it, and therefore tend to be totally neurotic, secretive, furtive, etc., until it all comes pouring out in some strange and twisted way in a massive midlife crisis. Not Monique. Sometimes she would even wear her little mary janes and girly satin petticoat dresses (sometimes secretly cum stained on the inside) to her college classes and chat with her Human Sexuality friends about it all. And she was totally out at her part time job, too. She was almost like a Gingerfred Man character brought to life. I really had to hand it to her. I definitely learned some things from her about being out and proud about my own interests. Anyway, more about her later.

By this point in life, I'd been going to one particular tranny bar on and off for several years - basically whenever I got a wild hare to get all dolled up. On this particular night, I had really outdone myself. I was wearing nude thigh-highs (easy access), a satin mini-dress with matching high heeled open toed sandals, and pink bra and panties underneath. I was a cute frosted cupcake, my blonde hair and makeup done to the nines, nearly passable. I had a throbbing in my panties whenever I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. 'My gawd, is that me?' I was getting really ramped up, and giving off a sexual vibe.

I hadn't been there long when an attractive middle aged man-woman couple started chatting me up. Let's call then Gina and Everett. As in most cases like this, they were trans-curious, and it was the woman doing most of the talking. Also at the bar that night were two long lost friends, Ronald and Justine, who it turned out were now living together. Ronald had recently split with his ex, Blythe. The two of them used to live in a big house up the hill and throw crazy amazing weekend-long sex parties. (More on that in a later post). Now he was with Justine, who I knew from a totally different scene. She described herself as a "tranny trapped in a woman's body", and I'm sure she was the one who dragged Ronnie with her to the bar that night.

Anyway, we started reminiscing about the "old days", and pretty soon Ronnie decided to throw an "after-party" at his new house. So he and Justine rounded up me, the couple who was flirting with me, another acquaintance of hers named Jason, and also some guy I'd never met before... and then somehow we ended up picking up Monique at her house on the way out of town. She was all dolled up, too.

Back at the house, things started to get a little crazy. Some people had decided to "enhance their perception of reality". After a lot of running around the house and laughing, pouring drinks, etc... people started to split up. Ronnie, Gina and the random guy went off to get naked in the hot tub. Justine sequestered herself in one of the upstairs bedrooms where she was force-feminizing Jason. I was upstairs in the computer room, skirt hiked up, touching myself to Ronnie's internet tranny porn collection. That left Everett and Monique in the living room.

At some point I got curious at what was going on in the rest of the house, so I pulled up my panties and pried myself away from the computer. Justine's door was still closed with the sounds of "yes, mistress" coming from behind - check.

Meanwhile, somebody was bent over the side of the hot tub, the recipient of rythmic thrusting - check.



And finally, there were Everett and Monique, making out on the couch - check!

I decided to be a little actress and play a scene, so I minced over in a pouty huff, pretending to be upset that my girlfriend was making out with a man(!) To my surprise, Everett was genuinely embarrassed to be caught making out with Mo. I realized he was still a little insecure in his heterosexuality due to his attraction to us gurls.

So I sat down on the couch with them to chat and flirt and help get Everett comfortable. Finally, Mo and I did what any red-blooded young American girls do when they're trying to get a guy totally turned on and crazy - we made out with each other. In this case, as we were sitting on either side of him, we looked into each others' eyes, leaned across his lap and gently started giving each other soft girly moan-y kisses, lipstick to lipstick, just inches in front of his face.



We put on quite a show for him, and he had a vivid front row seat. He couldn't take his eyes off us.
But what kind of show was this? Were we lesbians? T-girls? Fags in drag? Or all three at the same time? Who cares. Whatever it was, it was totally hot for all three of us.

What happened next?
To Be Continued...

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