I was alarmed. This had all been fun and very sexy, but a pedicure? That would mean I would be venturing in to the public, something I had previously barely even considered. Would I pass? Would I be ridiculed? Would I be verbally abused? Would I be physically abused? These were the things that crossed my mind at first. But then I considered a different scenario. Would I be hot? Would I be sexy? Would I be admired? Would I be whistled at? I started to become turned on.
"Baby, I know you're worried. But you will pass as a girl. No one will even think twice. You've always said you'd love to do normal girly stuff."
Christina was right on that account. I had always tried to subtly suggest that I would enjoy doing every day things that a female could do, get their nails done, meet for coffee, go for drinks, go shopping. I had always been so envious of females for having things like that as their normality.
"OK babe, I'm a little nervous but it'll be fun".
I spent the next few days worrying . The appointment was booked and I'd feel bad having to cancel. I couldn't be the first. I'm sure cross dressers and trans people went in all the time. Christina had booked a manicure instead of a pedicure, suggesting I might feel a little more comfortable and and more at ease.
Before I knew it, it was Wednesday morning. I had barely slept the night before up worrying.
"Right, let's get ready".
Christina smiled at me lovingly. I smiled back although I'm sure my nerves were evident. We hopped into the shower and shaved together. Christina stood behind me and put her arms around me.She kissed my neck, her hands fondly my body. She made her way up caressing my tits. Her mouth kissed my ear, whispering into me.
"You going to be my hot girlfriend?"
I turned around, looking into her eyes. I nodded. Christina smiled and then lifted her hand and put it on the back of my head. She pushed my head down and I knew what was expected. She spread her legs a little. I didn't waste time, kissing her clitoris straight away. Her head titled back and she moaned aloud. Her eyes closed and I can began passionately caressing and embracing her clitoris before running circles on it gently with my tongue. Christina pushed my head further into her, signalling for me to apply more pressure. I did so. Her eyes began to flutter and she became further enthralled in pleasure. The hot rain water ran down from her tits to her torso, before passing either side of my face. Her grip on the back of my head began to tighten as she approached orgasm. She pushed my head in further. I could barely breathe but I wouldn't dare stop.
She moaned loudly, gripping my hair tight. She came.
We got out the shower and began to get ready. It wasn't so much a sexual experience as a race against time as we were now possibly running late. I applied most of my own make up with Christine adding touches. I looked in the mirror and still wasn't sure. My eyes were definitely my most naturally feminine feature. I had curled my eyelashes and accentuated them as much as possible
"Babe, you look wonderful. The most important thing is confidence, ok?"
Christina always knew what to say to make me feel better. It was reasons like that I loved her.
We were running out of time. I had gone for something casual; skinny jeans and a baggy jumper with a Barbour jacket on top with some Nike trainers. All clothes were fairly unisex, but worn in feminine fashion. My make up was minimal, but still covered the areas needing covering. Christina also wore jeans, but with a zipped up hoody and with her bobble in her area. She looked more like a tomboy.
We approached the hair dressing salon. Christina opened the door for me and I walked in. I was nervous, terrified and trying not to shake.
"Babe, I'll just be in the waiting bit."
I was perplexed. Why had Christina said this? Did she expect me to go myself?
"What? Are you not getting one?"
"Na, it's not my type of thing".
Christina was acting so nonchalant. She turned away and walked into the waiting section whilst I walked up to the desk. The woman behind the desk was sitting down, focusing at a computer screen.
"Hi, 1.30 nail appointment for Cheryl, I think I'm a little late, sorry."
I blushed with embarrassment.