Disclaimer: All of the following is as accurate as I can remember it to be.
Sooooooo.......
On wednesday a fellow t-girl I met on the internet invited me to a small party with other t-girls. I invited my friend to the party as well (it was my understanding that the point was to gather as many t-girls together as possible and have some fun).
On friday, I asked my mom what she would think if I did my makeup before going there. After all, I do plan on transitioning, and I wanted to be with my t-girl friends as a girl. I sort of owed it to them, I figured. My mom went berserk and started a rant about how transsexuals are like a mafia prostitution ring, and "once you're in, you can't get out, they're always after you" (she's very paranoid). After trying to explain to her again that she should read on the subject before making idiotic statements about transsexuals, I simply told her she was an imbecile and that it wasn't her place to decide of who I would hang out with.
I did put on the makeup, that, and very tight fitting juniors jeans, a lycra/viscose tee, and my 36C breastforms. My mom just had some "OMG" expression on her face the whole time I was preparing. Then I walked outside to the subway station. I was sweating, but I tried to look normal so as not to attract unwanted attention. It was raining a little bit and I was hoping my makeup wouldn't be ruined (fortunately it wasn't). Then I took the subway and the bus. I was sort of looking away the whole time, trying to look like a distracted person without looking stressed.
In the end I finally got there. I didn't get any comments during the trip, just maybe 2-3 weird looks for a split second out of the 200 persons I went by. Some weird guy with a big smile tapped my shoulder in the bus, that was it. But yeah... I get to the address, which I remembered WRONG, and I knock on the wrong door, which has a sign "doorbell is defective, knock loudly". All of the neighbors are outside chatting (it's a poor neighborhood, nothing to do with their time). Some 40 year old bald guy asks me what I'm looking for.... I shyly told him in my best girly voice that I was looking for the party. Wrong address! I then looked at the address I noted, and it was on the upper floor.
I was very relieved when the host opened the door. It was a fellow t-girl I didn't know named Isabelle. She wasn't en femme, but fortunately, that was the right place, and she knew who I was, she addressed me by my girl name. I then chatted with her for 30 mins until the other guests arrived. Two other girls arrived, one I knew from the internet, and her bisexual girlfriend Melissa. Melissa seemed extremely bold. She proceeded to show me her mini-vibrator tongue piercing (lol). They then helped me improve the state of my hair and my makeup.
When my friend arrived (the last guest), the decision was taken that we would go clubbing downtown. I was somewhat surprised, as this WAS the first time I was out as a girl. We went to some drag queen bar and stayed only 2 minutes. We were all freaked by what we saw (some dude wearing open butt cowboy pants, a thong, a tube top and girly makeup, with short hair: EWWW).
We then went to a club named Sky. Most of the people there were gay. There were lots of guys dancing topless, and a few lesbians. It was already 3:15 AM, so we only stayed 45 minutes until the closing. Nevertheless it was FUN. My first time as a girl, my first time in a club... Melissa was already dancing on one of the elevated 3' blocks on the dancefloor. I climbed on it and we proceeded to have a very very very close dance with her. Rubbing, thrusting, touchingMe in the front, then her in the front. She even did things like bend over and rub her butt on me. Did I mention she's a really bold girl? Overall we all enjoyed ourselves
Sooo. That's it. The story of my first time out as a girl
Originally Posted by Deidra Cowen
