All it took was one good fuck to make me her bitch, and with tingly sensations coursing through my body, my mind is flooded with tantalizing possibilities of deeper connections between us. Being of the same sexual orientation, we seem so compatible, we just seem to click.
Like a caring big sister, she's teaching me stuff I didn't know about the gay side of a sissy's lifestyle. And in bed, holy shit… she's just like the dominant tranny bulls I idolize when I'm watching porn!
How do I know this…? Because she just screwed me so good that I've had two glorious sissygasms in a row, that's how.
"Ohhh… day-ummm…" a contented sigh escapes me as her cock slides out of my satisfied little hole.
"Liked that second orgasm, did you?" she giggles.
"God…" I pant, "it was my best one yet!"
"Topping little sissies has always been a favorite fetish of mine," she playfully brags.
"Geez… I guess so… you knew exactly what I wanted."
"Well, we do have the same thing between our legs, hon, and since we both have a back-door pussy, it's only natural that I'd know what sissy girls crave. For a gay girl like you, there's really no substitute for a hard dick, is there?"
"Gay girl…" I giggle. "Gay girl sounds easier to accept than homosexual."
"Acceptance comes easier when you're with your own kind, babe. After tonight, I think you'll feel quite comfortable with it."
"God… just getting banged again makes me feel more comfortable about it."
"Still horny for more?"
"I'm always horny more!"
"Then let's take a quick shower and get dressed to go clubbing. I'm getting kinda hungry, are you?"
"Yeah, I'm starved."
~~~~~
As we shower together, I'm wondering if Cheryl's right about my gay side. Loving dick like I do, I know I was born a sissy, but does that mean I was born gay, too? I know it's kinda gay to kiss with our dicks grinding into each other, but I still like it a lot.
I can't help it if Cheryl's superior girl-cock feels so fuckin' good rubbing against my clitty, and I can't begin to describe how those bull-like balls of hers turn me on. Fuuuck… she's the complete package… with a nice pair of tits! Just thinking about it makes me want to suck her cock again.
"We better quit before this goes any further," Cheryl stops me from dropping to my knees. "If you suck me again, I'll want to fuck you again, and then we'll never leave the apartment."
"I wouldn't mind. I could take your cock all night."
"Oh, you'll definitely be taking cock all night, but we're gonna go suck some guys before we do that. I think you'll love where we're going."
"Is it gonna be like a glory hole?"
"Not exactly, but there'll be plenty of cocks for every girl who wants it. Sound like something you'd like?"
"You know it does!"
"Yeah…? Then let's hurry up and get ready. Girls like us need our cock."
~~~~~
Getting ready to go out is so much fun, especially when Cheryl paints our lips with crimson-red lipstick to give us what she calls dick-sucking lips. It's so cool that she's teaching me all this girl stuff I really need to know!
I thought I'd be wearing my falsies all weekend, so I didn't bring a bralette to wear. But that's okay, because Cheryl says she's not wearing a bra, and most of the girls we'll see tonight won't be wearing them either. It excites me to hear that as I wonder what the night has in store for me. I ask her for more details, but she just says, "You'll find out soon enough."
I'm anxious to find out as we're leaving her apartment. Even though I don't have tits yet, I still feel sexy going bra-less in my black party dress, with its spaghetti-thin shoulder straps. I'm kinda inferior next to Cheryl's perky nipples bouncing under her low-cut dress, but it feels good stepping out with her in our high-heeled boots and crimson dick-sucking lips.
I'm clueless about where we're going, but wherever it is, I'm totally excited about going there with Cheryl. There's an independent spring in my step, like maybe I'm finally becoming the girl Brenda's been training me to be.
~~~~~
Cheryl has one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand up my dress, as we drive across the Bay Bridge into San Francisco. She plays with my cock and gets me all hard, then tells me she wants me to fuck her when we get back to her apartment! I can't imagine a bull like her wanting to be fucked by a sissy like me, but knowing she does makes me want to fall in love with her. And knowing me, I probably will before this night is over.
Now, I've visited San Francisco quite a few times, but I don't actually know the city too well, besides the areas around Fisherman's Wharf and Golden Gate Park. I have no idea where we're going as she navigates the endless maze of big-city streets, until I see the rainbow flags flying over Castro Street.
A lump forms in my throat when I realize where I am, the Castro District, Gaytown USA, the famous gay pride section of San Francisco, one of the epicenters of the gay rights movement. As Cheryl drives down Castro Street searching for a parking space, I gaze out the window, in awe of what I see.
This being Saturday night, there's people all over the place, but hardly any women, as far as I can tell. It's mostly guys, gay guys, and they're showing no inhibitions about having their arms around each other, or even kissing in public!
God, my dad would absolutely kill me if he knew I was here. He's such a racist homophobe, always going off on self-righteous rants about anyone he considers inferior to himself. And here I am, a sissy wearing a dress, totally naked underneath except for my red panties and black nylon stockings, and riding down Castro Street with my transgender lover!
I tell Cheryl that I'm awfully nervous about this, and she tells me to relax, I'll be just fine. The club we're going to is two blocks away, and hardly any gay men frequent the place.
Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against gay men. It's just that I've never seen so many congregated in one place, and the way they're openly flaunting their homosexuality feels very intimidating to me. Cheryl must come down here all the time, because she's acting like it's just a normal night on Castro Street.
~~~~~
Unable to find an empty space, we end up parking in a lot three blocks away, and the chilly San Francisco air makes me shiver the moment I get out of the car. I'm then horrified to find out we have to walk five blocks to get where we're going, and our route takes us right through the crowds of gay men I find so intimidating!
"You're shaking," Cheryl says.
"I'm cold," I reply.
"Cold…? Or nervous…?"
"I can't lie, I'm nervous as hell."
"Don't be," she assures. "They're just people who happen to love differently than society thinks they should. We're just like them, you know, two male bodies with female minds."
"I guess you're right about that."
"Take my hand, hon. It's okay to let everyone know we're romantically involved. In my world, there's absolutely nothing to be ashamed about."
Nervously holding her hand as we walk down the crowded sidewalk is a new kind of strange for me. Publicly declaring our same-sex relationship is both intimidating and liberating at the same time. I'm so scared that everyone's gonna stare at us and think we're freaks, but I'm also excited to be here with my new lover.
I'm expecting dirty looks from the people we pass, but they're into their own thing, and don't seem to even notice us. We're just two faces in the crowd, two lovers having a good time, just like everyone else. Halfway into our walk, my heartbeat starts returning to normal, and I'm not gawking at the 'gay guys' as much.
"Feeling a little better?" Cheryl asks.
"Maybe a little."
"I remember how nervous I was," she starts to say, "coming out in public the first time as a queer person. Just out of high school, I was very confused about my sexuality, and I'd just gotten into a heavy sexual relationship with an older gay man. He brought me down here to show me that it's okay to be how I was, and I didn't have to hide what I am."
"I'm still not sure where I'm at with it," I tell her, "I just know that I love being with you."
"I love being with you, too, honey. I hope we'll get to date like this often."
"I hope so, too. You're helping see things I've been afraid to look at."
"We can all use a guiding hand when we're just coming out. Try paying more attention to what you're feeling instead of what you're thinking. Like I've already said, you'll know when you know."
"Well, I know I'm freezing out here in this dress."
"I'm a little chilly, too. There's a nice restaurant right up here where we can get warm. Are you in the mood for seafood?"
"As cold as I am, anything warm sounds good."
"A nice bowl of clam chowder will warm you up. C'mon, hon, put your arm around me. Flaunt your sexuality, and be proud of what you are."
I'm telling you, it feels fuckin' weird putting my arm around her waist as we stroll through the endless sea of gay people. Cheryl gives me an assuring smile as she plants the palm of her hand directly on my ass, and somehow, that makes me feel more comfortable in this intimidating environment.
~~~~~
The atmosphere inside the restaurant feels warm and cozy as our 'waitress', a gay fem boy with a bow in his hair, takes us to a table.
"Good evening, ladies," he says as he hands us the menus, "I'm Stuart, and I'll be your waitress. Serving beautiful ladies is always a special pleasure."
I'm taken aback at first, being called a lady by this fruity gay 'waitress' displaying such overt feminine mannerisms. Cheryl kicks me under the table when I stare at him oddly. It's then that I realize he's not any weirder than me, an effeminate sissy, wearing a provocative dress with no tits, and dating a transgender woman in Gayville.
Dinner is delicious and delightful, with Stuart graciously serving our every need. The clam chowder appetizer is just what I needed to warm up, and I'm feeling a little more comfortable in this new gay world Cheryl's exposing me to. We're having the best time, talking over our dinner of cracked crab and deep-fried calamari.
In the midst of all these gay people, Cheryl takes the opportunity to point out the differences between us and the same-sex couples dining at the other tables. She explains that while we're all gay, she and I are effeminate gays, and nothing at all like the gay males around us. The only thing we have in common with them, she says, is our natural attraction to cock.
Stuart, it turns out, is a fun little guy to watch as he pirouettes around his tables like a ballerina. I'm liking him a lot by the time we finish our meal, and I've even blown a kiss his way in response to his cute little flirts. Cheryl leaves a nice tip for his excellent service, and I'm feeling much better about the gay side of me when we leave.
~~~~~
There's a different feeling in the air when we get back outside. With even more gay people packing the street, it's funny how intimidated I was by their open promiscuity before we ate, and how accepting I am of it now.
Talking about it over dinner gave me a better perspective of how a sissy's homosexuality is so different from theirs. I now know that the only shame in being an effeminate queer is the shame in my own mind. According to Cheryl, we didn't choose to be this way, we just are this way.
So while I'm still not one-hundred percent comfortable yet with my queer side, I'm certainly not embarrassed to be out here in the gay community, dressed as a woman with my transgender lover. It feels very romantic, actually, hanging on to her as we walk about a block before turning left on the next side street.
"Almost there." Cheryl points to a pink neon sign a half-block away that reads, 'Illusions'.
"Illusions…?" I ask. "That's the name of the bar?"
"Yeah, but it's more like a club than a bar. It's called Illusions because the girls who go there aren't real females, but illusions of females, like us. I'm pretty sure most of the guys have strong homosexual tendencies because they have to be a little bit to be attracted to girls like us.
"Queer girls like us satisfy their homosexual cravings while they're working up the courage to try it with other males. Sometimes I can get a guy to blow me, but mostly it's us girls doing the sucking. You'll have a lot of fun, once you get the hang of how we hook up."
"Will there be other sissies there?"
"Oh yeah, there'll be plenty of sissies, and probably a few cross-dressers, too. We all come for the same reason, to get the cock that feeds our femininity, and the men are always eager to give us what we need."
"That sounds like fun!"
"You have no idea, baby doll."
~~~~~
We're met at the door by a bouncer, and I start freaking out when he asks for identification.
"Ummm… I just have my driver's license," I nervously tell him. "I'm afraid I don't look like the picture on my license."
"Don't worry about it, princess," he laughs. "You sissies never match your license picture. I just gotta make sure you're over twenty-one, because you look kinda young."
"Hmmm…" he looks at my license and then looks at me. "I see Mark Harrell's your real name. Do you have a sissy name?"
"Mandy Parker, sir."
"Well," he gives me an assuring smile, "you're a hell of a lot prettier as sissy Mandy than you are as nerdy Mark Harrell. Go on in, beautiful, and have a great time at Illusions."
"Phew…" I say to Cheryl as she opens the door, "that was weird."
"Naw, you're eighteen in sissy mode, hon, but you actually look a little younger than that. They just have to make sure minors don't sneak in with fake IDs, cuz the cops keep an eye on whom they let in. You'll see why when we get into the action."
~~~~~
Like most clubs, loud music is playing when we get inside, and people are hopping around the dance floor. Above them is one of those big, mirrored balls reflecting glittery little lights everywhere as it turns.
As you'd expect in any bar, the table areas are dimly lit, with about half of them occupied. Gazing around at this totally new scene, I'm guessing there's maybe three guys here for every one girl. Spotting an empty table, Cheryl grabs my arm and heads that way.
Considering that this is my first time dressed in public without a Mistress chaperone, I feel pretty confident being with the more experienced Cheryl. She says we look cute together, and I think so, too.
"This one," she points to a table for four, close to the dance floor, "Some friends of mine should be showing up any time. They'll sit with us, cuz I want you to meet them."
"Are they t-girl friends of yours?"
"Actually, they're married friends of mine. Rachel is trans, and Kristy is her sissy wife. Kristy's been on estrogen for eighteen months, so when you meet her, you'll be meeting your future self, so to speak."
The moment we sit down, a long-haired waitress wearing only platform high-heels and pink hot pants comes trotting over to our table. Obviously a skinny sissy, she's flaunting her topless body with glittery, star-shaped pasties covering her flat nipples.
"Those two gentlemen at the bar would like to buy you ladies a drink," she says as she points at two older-looking guys smiling at us.
"That didn't take long," Cheryl chuckles as she turns to acknowledge them with a wink. "I'll have a strawberry daiquiri."
"And for you, ma'am?" she turns to me.
I'm a little stunned to be addressed as ma'am, so all I can think to say is, "I'll have the same."
"The men just buy us drinks?" I ask as the sissy waitress walks away.
"Yeah, the men pay for everything. They're hoping we'll return their favor with favors of our own."
"You mean, like, blow job favors?"
"Bingo!" she laughs. "Isn't that why we're here in the first place?"
"Yeah…" I giggle, "we're here to suck cock."
"Yup, and this isn't some sleazy glory hole where you suck any cock that pokes through a hole in the wall. You can pick any guy you want, but you should show favor to the ones who've bought us drinks."
"How do you do it?"
"See those two guys at the bar staring at us?"
"Yeah, they bought our drinks."
"Pick the one you like the best, and smile at him."
My eyes lock onto the taller of the two. He's kinda handsome, of average build, but with his greying hair, he must be twenty years older than me. It's a little creepy at first, but then it turns into an anonymous, lustful attraction of my femininity to his masculinity.
"He's smiling back at me."
"Okay, now pretend like you're sucking an imaginary dick."
My heart flutters as I accompany my smile with a dick-stroking motion of my hand in front of my mouth. He blows me a kiss when I then use my tongue to poke my cheek out at the side, as if a cock is filling my mouth. His lips purse into a silent 'Ooohhh' expression as he leans back on the barstool and grabs his erection through his pants.
"This is fun! He's grabbing his cock!"
"It's sign language, hon. We use it when we wanna hook up with a guy. You just told him in sign language that you wanna suck his cock, and he's accepting your offer."
"Are you serious? I was just fooling around."
"I'm absolutely serious. Look how excited you got him. Are you gonna go for it?"
"I dunno… he's like, twenty years older than me."
"So…? Like you've never sucked an older man's cock at a glory hole? A cock is a cock, and you know you want to suck one."
"Yeah, I kinda do. So what do I do next?"
"Point your finger at yourself, then point it at him. If he nods his head, then wink at him and go to the bathroom. After a few steps, turn your head to see if he's following you."
"Where's the bathrooms? Do I go in the men's?"
"There's two bathrooms, one on each side of the bar. They're unisex, so he'll follow you into either one. You'll know what to do after that."
"Okay," I gulp, "here goes. Wish me luck."
"You don't need luck in here," Cheryl chuckles and leans over to kiss my cheek. "He needs you more than you need him. Give him a blow job, but no fucking. It's the house rule, and besides, your ass belongs to me tonight. Got it, lover?"
"Got it, lover."
Oh my God…! Can you believe I'm even doing this? Being a sissy in public is more fun than I imagined!
~~~~~
A smile spreads across his face as I raise out of my chair. I look right into his eyes and smile as I approach the bar to where he's sitting. Clicking my high-heels on the floor, I add a wink to my smile and wiggle my ass as I slowly walk by him. Looking back a few steps later, sure enough, he's following me!