Portsmouth Saturday Night - part 5

Fed up (sic), I was now ready to paint the town rainbow.

I had just the dress in mind, and it's the one I wore for celebrating the new year in Trafalgar Square, a month or so after properly coming out to my wife. Was it 2018??? OMG, it was!!!

Well, about time that dress got another outing - but properly this time, no hiding it under a coat because of the bra straps - the breast plate will be there, and the cleavage will be proud!

Wiping the makeup off, and shaving closely, I bathed, and powdered and made myself silky soft and fragrant. Applied the makeup - Gahh!!! Why does my neatly applied eyeliner smudge straight after I've applied the fixing spray???

It'll be dark, no problems, but wait... The dress is still in the car!!!

Oh well, I quickly threw on a t-shirt, tights and faux leather skirt, jumped into my zip up knee boots, grabbed my faux leather jacket and studded handbag, and headed quickly to the car park.

Going through the foyer/lobby/reception, I saw men in DJs and women in glamorous dresses arriving for a soiree. Some of the men were sporting rows of medals on their chests, and I felt proud to be among the guys who risk all to keep us safe.

Behind the Royal Maritime Club are rows and columns of tenement blocks, indicative of a rough neighbourhood. I had avoided this area to date, and gone the long way, but now I was on a mission, and looking like a dangerous rock chick.

A few kids in hoodies ignored me as I clacked my 2" heels on the pavement, which was a little disappointing - surely a 6'6" rock chick is a real head-turner?

The curtains in the windows of the tenements obstinately refused to twitch - this was nothing like the dark and sinister tenements in Stepney Green, in which I had spent some time at a past girlfriends grandmother's home.

On with the mission, a couple of guys were propping up the car parked behind mine, and it was lovely to see the stares, then the pretence of not having noticed as I remotely opened the boot of my gleaming red Audi with blacked windows.

The bag with the dress in was just inside, so I scooped it up, and marched purposefully back to the hotel, where further suits and dresses were arriving en masse.

There were a few raised eyebrows, but the receptionist greeted me cheerily by name, and the guests seemed to pointedly ignore me.

Back in my room, it's dress time and ooohhh!!! Not only does it still fit perfectly, the breast plate looks absolutely amazing - a little scary, but boooom boooom!!!!

I was a little uncertain about the leg split, which seemed to go further up than I remembered, so I changed the tights for some hold ups, and the look was intentionally outrageous all of a sudden, and I loved it!

The wig was swapped for a new, curlier, shorter one, and this was a new look for me - a happy compromise between OTT cross dresser and drag queen. Obviously not the latter, to my mind, but with enough of a question around it for the outrageousness to be acceptable, in my view.

The furry coat went on, with white trainers, for the walking, and I wound my feathery scarf so the cleavage was hidden - no point inviting trouble - grabbed my pink sequined bag with the glittery gold heels in, and set off for who knew what?

Back in the reception area, I was more at home. The women gazed openly, while the men noticed, then looked at their shoes. Drink it up, girls, I look fabulous and I know it!!!

The receptionist came out from behind her desk to get a better look, and I opened the coat and unwound the scarf to a delighted gasp.

"Oh, Laura, you look so gorgeous!!"

"Thank you so much, darling - I know!!"

The gawping women's eyes seemed to double in size, big smiles came over their faces, and hands went to cover mouths to hide the involuntary actions.

Laura is leaving the building and now you're going to miss her, even though you've never met her!!!

I almost skipped to the pub where I'd seen karaoke advertised... but I didn't go in.

It was absolutely heaving, and I wasn't sure about the clientele... I wasn't feeling this.

So I decided to check out the 2nd and 3rd options on my list, but these places were all heaving and the music was incredibly loud, and I was not feeling it.

I couldn't put my finger on why, but the places and people just had the opposite of calling me.

All dressed up with no place to go...

I decided to return to Haus of Boulevard. The 15 minute walk up the hill was just fine - but I got there and wished for something different tonight.

There were other venues around this area, so I went to check them out, but again, I couldn't get myself to venture in.

Ok, HB's it was.

The bouncers recognised me, and were more smiley and civil than the night before - they even called me darling!

It was like the venue was trying to claim me!!

I went in, and there were about 3 people there. The lighting was really ambient, with dry ice and lots of swirling red spotlights.

I deposited my coat and scarf onto a seat, and leant on the bar, to get a drink.

A drag queen came up to me and started chatting, then pointed out that the back of my plate was poking out above my dress zip. She kindly adjusted it for me, and we carried on chatting about all sorts of things.

Then people, mainly women, turned up, started dancing, I swapped the trainers for the heels, and the evening got underway, practically every new entrant coming up to me and gushing over my admittedly stunning dress, and squeezing my boobs!

I found myself repeating the joke "Yes, of course they're really mine - I bought them off eBay!!", and it never failed to elicit laughter and the request for a squeeze, or even a face between them, for some reason.

A group of 3 women attached themselves to me, and one was particularly fascinating, as she is opening a new drag bar in Bournemouth, which I faithfully promised to visit and prepare a short act for.

Here's where the dream starts becoming reality. I already have some material prepared, so it will be good to give myself options and write some more.

As with Friday night, the number of times the conversation turned to cross dressing and being 100% yourself seemed rather predictable - this will be a good source of material - but never fails to be emotionally moving when the broad Laura shoulder is deployed to comfort these damsels in distress.

The damsel in dis dress took a toilet break.

Suddenly, in between the growing Laura Lovett fan club groupies appeared a guy wearing a dress.

He looked a little bashful, and seemed to be being pushed towards me by a GG.

In my attempt to be a super sister, I broke the ice with "Oh, hi!!! Are you a sister?"

We got on really well, and I asked her if she had ever heard of Cross Dresser Heaven.

When she said that she hadn't, I opened the site, showed her my profile, and she took a picture of the URL - so I really, really hope that Annette signs up here soon!

The evening was a total blast, but eventually it went the way that nights have to, and I floated back down the hill to the hotel.

As I went past the magnificent Royal Navy college buildings, a guy suddenly asked "Er.. excuse me, but do you know where I could get some food around here?"

I hadn't noticed any food places along this road, but there are plenty along the harbour and told him so.

He walked with me, and was jolly good company. His name is Sam, and he loves metal music and Ru Paul's Drag Race.

He was amazed to hear that I had not only seen, but had a selfie taken with Victoria Scone!

"Shut up!!", he said, "Shut. Up!!!"

So I showed him, he called his fiance and showed her, over the webcam, and she was beside herself too.

We carried on down the hill, and I kept blowing his mind as he asked me if I had seen specific bands, such as Slayer, Metallica, Motorhead, etc - and when I told him the year I had seen them, the reactions went on!

I quickly stopped feeling old, and felt a bit special, or lucky to have lived the life I have so far, and to have made the choices that I have made.

We got to the hotel and said farewell - and instantly I was hailed by some of the dinner jacket and dress people, outside smoking...

But, omigosh, I have run out of time for now, and must try to wrap up in part 6!

Thank you so much, dear reader, for accompanying me on a journey which is missing so much detail, for brevity, yet seems never-ending and timeless!

Love Laura