A continuation of the journey described in part 6: The next day I went to work as usual, but skipped my noon time ‘date’ with Brad. When I got home, I called Cindy and confirmed the party invitation. Then I called Tracy and asked if she could use me at the club. “Of course! Are you k**ding? Anytime!” “Well great, what time should I come by?” “How early can you make it? We open at nine, as you know, but although nothing much happens until close to midnight, there is always a lot of action for the girls.” “Well, I could be there by ten or so; is that okay?” “That’s just fine. I’m sure I… 続きを読む

A continuation of the journey described in part 5: I decided to go to the club again that night, and talk to some of the people there. As nothing much happens until fairly late, I waited until an hour before midnight, then drove downtown. I entered the club and was greeted by the people who tended the entrance, to whom I was becoming a familiar sight. I looked for a table off to the side and searched for someone with whom I could converse. In no time I ***** Tracy and waved for her to come over. “Hi Leica, what have you been doing?” “Oh, all kinds of things.” “Like what?” “Well, in addi… 続きを読む

A continuation of the journey described in part 4: The next morning as I awoke, I realized that in just a few hours I was to re-experience the previous day’s activities. This seemed too much too soon, but I had agreed. Of course I could always cancel, but then if I did so I would wonder how much I’d miss it and whether I would have acclimated to the frequency and intensity. I decided to just forge ahead and so I got dressed and left for work, girly clothes under my street clothes and wig in hand. I thought to myself, “This is ridiculous.” Still, I went ahead, determined to see it through.… 続きを読む

The next day as I went to work, I wondered what adventures lay before me. In a sense, it was up to me, in that I just had to put myself out there, not to mention put out. Still, the outcomes are unpredictable: I had no way of knowing ahead of time that a coffee date would turn into such a wild experience. When I arrived home I called Tom, and told him everything that happened the previous day. He seemed pleased for me, and encouraged me to continue with my adventures. I resolved to call another of my admirers from the club, and see what would come of it. As I scanned the remaining scraps of p… 続きを読む

A continuation of the journey described in part 1: After having had a few experiences, I became slightly more comfortable with my sexuality. I decided to branch out a bit, and see what life had to offer. I wondered whether there were any bars or clubs that I could go to to meet people who were looking for someone like me, so I went online and discovered, that yes, there were quite a few such places. It is so wonderful having the internet at times like these; I have no idea how I would have learned about these things without being able to go online. I found a bar which appeared to cater to… 続きを読む

A continuation of the journey described in part 2: We got to Tom’s car, and he opened the door for me, then walked around and got in himself. The drive was short and uneventful, and we parked behind the club. There were some people arriving at the same time we were, and I noticed several who looked like they could be CD’s. We approached the club’s entrance, and I began to feel more relaxed. It is always uncertainty that is anxiety- producing, and once we arrived, the uncertainty diminished considerably; I now could see, not merely imagine, what we were going to be doing. As we entered the… 続きを読む

here is the first in a series of stories that will cover my sexual experiences in chronological order: I was always extremely sensuous, expressed in the love of the feel of satin and silk, as well as the feel of going barefoot, which was nearly impossible in the city, even indoors, not part of the culture. Where I live now it is, and so I go not only barefoot but also nude when at home. I don’t know if this is significant or not. However, the first time I noticed anything unusual was probably when I saw a film on TV in which a boy masqueraded as a girl for some reason or other. I recall… 続きを読む