Oh Whata' Night

The Four Seasons said it best in there song "Oh What a Night". As some of you may know I work and live  in Northern Nebraska part of the year in a small ranching town. This is not the type of place you would think a very interesting cross dressing story would peculate from but here goes.

On main street in this sleepy little town of ranchers and construction workers is what I refer to as a "Ti-tie Bar" or strip club of sorts other than they can not dance topless because of city ordinance. Another draw back is quite often the dancers don't show even when scheduled, but that also means there might not be much competition to win the attention of a young lady. I have made a few good friends in the bar and it is my chosen place locally for having a drink or two after work.

I walk in and almost immediately am greeted by a slender cute bikini clad gal. "I know you" she said. Sorry "no" was the reply as I slid out two stools for us to sit on and ordered two libations for us. We talked for a short while when she said "your eyes are gorgeous", I leaned over and said in a whisper, "that's because of the mascara and eye liner I'm wearing. The bar persons all knew that I wore it but it was too dark for in there for most patrons to notice' "I love a man who is not afraid to show he can be feminine" she said and the chatter was on. I found she was my polar opposite being. I was a man who spent a lifetime wishing I could grow breasts and she was seriously thinking of having hers removed. The night wore on having this incredible but painful conversation as we opened up about our desires. We talked a lot but it was later than I usually stay out. She asked if I wanted to meet at her shifts end and took my cell number before I left. Minutes later my phone lit up with a text from her making sure I didn't give her a phantom number. I tried to nap at the apartment but was too amped up. Should I meet her in man drabs or girl pretty;s was the question. It was obvious in her shorter life she had seen and done more sexually than I ever witnessed in double her life span. She was lesbian and extremely curious about all things sex related. I finally gave into my CD desires and started laying out a wardrobe. After my clothes were out I showered and shaved and began the long arduous task of make up. Fake eye brows, nail polish, wig followed by bra and forms, skirt, blouse and heels.

I couldn't help but believing this was going to dead end but at a little after 2 am I got the call to meet her. I drove about eight blocks to our rendezvous point and she followed me back to the apartment.  We both exited our vehicles and hugged. She couldn't believe I took the time to dress completely up. She was ecstatic. We went in the apartment and she took a shower. Minutes later she appeared all in drab but wasted no time getting comfortable in the living room. Our consensual agreement earlier was hugging, touching and cuddling but no more, which was still great for me.  I could  feel her hand cupped over my breast and bra gently rubbing as she slowly fell asleep. In what seemed like minutes later an alarm barked an this piece of heaven was gone, magically disappearing as quickly as she had appeared. We have talked and texted since and she promised to call the next time through. In some ways it seems unlikely this will ever reignite, but for an older man who loves wearing dresses I don't think I'll ever live to see better. LuvNHugs, TERI