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It was my friend, Karly’s birthday. Her choice for going out to celebrate was a drag night at a club. It wasn’t so much fixed on drag as it was on gender parodies and cross-dressing for fun. I had been a closet cross-dresser for a long time, although I had told a couple of girls I knew. Everyone was going to cross-dress and have fun, but I was going to revel in it. I had never been with a boy before, not even kissed one, but every time I was in women’s clothing I wanted cock. During the daytime, I hung out with Karly and my other girlfriends including Olivia and Sinead. I had always seemed to find it easier to get on with girls than guys. We chatted generally before they asked what I was planning on wearing. I laughed, slight uneasily saying I wasn’t sure. They asked me how far I planned to take it and I said that I’d shaved my legs anyway because I didn’t Beşevler escort Bayan like body hair. “Well we could help you get ready, see what looks good on you,” said Karly. We rummaged through Karly’s wardrobe, picking outfits for me to try on. They decided on a black sequin dress with a thin brown belt around my upper middle. Luckily, Karly and I were size seven, which meant I could borrow a pair on her heels. “Are you going to paint your nails babe?” asked Sinead. A couple of times they had caught me with painted toes and not said anything. I just don’t think they thought much of it. I knew if I came out as pretty much a girl, they wouldn’t treat me any differently. I was pretty much one of the girls anyway. “I’ll paint my toes. I don’t think my finger nails are long enough.” It was true, every time I tried growing Çankaya escort them out I’d give in to temptation and start biting them. “I have fake nails for you babe, I can bring some stuff just to give you a bit more cleavage,” said Olivia. Olivia popped home whilst the rest of them started to get ready. They all had borrowed suits from boyfriends or other male friends. They applied fake facial hair with liquid eyeliner, and opened a bottle of wine. Olivia returned, practically ready, wearing a shirt tucked into trousers and a denim jacket. She’d slicked her hair back. I offered to do her facial hair for her since she was applying my fake nails. I gave her a comical moustache, long and curled like Salvador Dali. She sat me down at a small table so she could sit across from me and applied the fake nails for me. We chatted Cebeci Escort about tonight, how much money we were bringing out and who would be there. She finished applying the fake nails and asked what colour I wanted. I decided on a darker red, like a sexy. I tried to be nonchalant, as if I didn’t really mind. I had done most of my own make up, borrowing bits and bobs from each of them. My eyelashes were curled, my eyeliner done and my lips red. When I was finished I stood up and looked in the mirror. Wow, I looked like a woman. A female and I was horny. “Wow don’t you look great!” said Sinead. They each gave me compliments as they continued to get ready. More people began to come round to Karly’s flat, ready and dressed. Everyone was laughing and having fun, it was a very relaxed atmosphere. We called taxis as it was getting late and we all definitely wanted to get in. We arrived and walked into the club. People bought shots, exchanged hugs. The crowd was mixed with drags, queers, transgender folk, gender feud, cross dressers. Karly and Olivia and I were standing at the balcony, enjoying our drinks. “Seriously, I can’t believe how convincing you look.

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