Did I ask for this?!

I accompanied a gay friend to an LGBT club. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was curious about what I’d see.

It was busy. My friend was chatting to another guy. 3 of us together by the bar. I was leaning against it. I heard some of what my friend and the guy he was with were saying. The rest of the time I was people watching. Glancing around, checking out the clothes, hair, footwear, faces.

As expected it was a mixed crowd. There were a lot of men, very few women and quite a few trans people. Some looked like men in woman’s clothes and make up. Some looked prettier with feminine features, soft makeup and nice clothes.

I could see a trans lady near the bar. Maybe in her 20s. long straight dark hair. Maybe a wig. Nice face, pink lipstick, eye lash extensions. Her hair covering both sides of her face. She could hide behind that hair if she needed to. She wore a sleavless black dress, tights and black high heels. She had long pink nails.

She had breasts. Breasts you would notice. The dress was close enough to see the shape. She was very pretty.

I was about to check out more people across the room when I noticed she was now walking towards me. Did I look for too long? What would she say. Hopefully not much.

Hello she said softly.

Hey I replied.

Not sure what else to say as I looked back at her for a second.

She asked me over for a drink.

I wasn’t sure what to say. How to respond. How to say no. I just stood open mothed and silent.

I looked into her eyes, her face between long dark hair. I was looking at a young woman’s face. My mind knew different but my eyes saw woman.

Within a few moments we were sitting at a table with drinks. She had asked for Champagne cocktails.

We made small talk and I complemented her looks. It seemed the nice thing to do.

She had her hand on my shoulder as she looked at me. I wondered if anyone was watching us. I looked straight back at her not daring to look anywhere else. I kept glancing at her long lashes, pink lips and long nails.

She said I reminded her of who she used to be. She said I was similar to how she used to look. I am 6ft tall and very slim. I worked out so was toned but still very slim with thin arms. Its why I caught here eye she said.

In my mind she was half who she used to be and half a new woman. She was about the same height as me, very slim, slim long legs, slender arms, long hair extensions, she still had a cock and had breast implants.

She said as a trans person she always wanted to look good. I agreed with her that everything she had on was very nice. I said her stockings and heels were hot. She had me touch her stockings just below the dress line. They felt nice. Her hand was permanently on my leg as we spoke. 3 Champagne glasses later she had me saying how much I liked the look of high heels, stockings, skirts and dresses.

I was then invited back to see her full wardrobe and as she put it her many slutty heels. It was late and the club was much emptier and even the person I came with was no where to be seen.

The small room in her flat was a walk in wardrobe. Drawers full of panties, stockings, tights. Many dresses on hangers. A dresser table with 3 mirrors covered in all kinds of make up of so many colours. The room had several full length mirrors. I can spend a lot of time in here she said.

Let me put something else on for you.