My job required me to be outside New York City for a month prior to Christmas. Being away from home, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to dress. I contacted a group called Crossdressers International and was invited to their open house one Wednesday night in Manhattan. I decided to take the train in, so I put my tights on under my jeans and packed the rest of my outfit in a bag. On the train, I was envious of all the cute girls in their skirts, tights, and stylish boots. I wished I had the courage to take the trip into town en femme, and if I were to do it again, I just might. The train stopped at Grand Central Station, which really was amazing, but I was running late, and didn't have time to play tourist. I caught the subway shuttle to Times Square and then began my walk to the venue. Of course, I went the wrong direction at first, and didn't realize it til I noticed that the Avenue numbers were going in the wrong direction. Most of the walk was in the theater district, and felt very safe. I eventually got to my location, buzzed at the door and was let in. Only a few girls were there when I arrived, but they were friendly. I was escorted to a room that had a dressing table with a lighted makeup mirror and given the opportunity to make myself pretty. I rushed a little bit, so it wasn't my best effort, but I thought getting to know the other dressers was more important than looking my best. I left the room and was introduced to the crowd of about 10. They had a very nice space, with three dressing areas, a kitchen, a dining room table, a living area with couches and an HD TV, and a bathroom with shower. It was by far the best space I have seen of any TG group that I have visited. We had some nice conversation over drinks, and then a few of the went to get takeout for dinner. A few more people arrived and roughly twelve of us had delicious fried chicken from a local place, and then adjourned to the TV to watch some videos on how to pose for the camera. After that, things wrapped up and people started to leave. I reluctantly stripped off my Jamie gear, and walked out with two of the members, one who decided to remain en femme. The train ride back was uneventful, and I had a chance to reflect on a wonderful evening. I had a chance to make some new friends, and hope to get back to visit them soon.
