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I was so nervous I was almost sick. For years I’d dreamed of going to a bar that catered to the LGBT community but I’d always come up with an excuse not to, no matter how flimsy it might be. Yes, I’d gone out in public several times, shopping mainly, but also banking, getting gas, and even meeting with other girls like myself. So far, the only sex I’d indulged in while dressed had been primarily with my hand or a dildo and not with any other human being. To make matters worse, I’d only been involved with three women in my life. At least three that had involved any type of sexual relationship. With all of them, whenever I confessed my love of crossdressing, that had been the end of that. When I climbed out of bed this morning I knew today would be vastly different. I was horny but not erection horny, it was much deeper than that. I took my time getting dressed, bathing in scented oils, taking time with my nails, carefully applying my makeup, styling my hair, and choosing what to wear. I wanted to look sexy but not desperate, alluring but not out of reach. Even while I was getting ready I was sure I’d get cold feet before actually going anywhere no matter how badly I wanted to go. Sure, I’d done all my research, knew the bar, where it was, about what it would cost, the music they played, everything but I was positive I’d chicken out even if I made it out of the house. Even so, I continued becoming all the woman I could and when I finished I was very pleased with the outcome. I wore my red hair stylishly short, short for a woman but a little long for a man. The dangling earrings really pleased me, a curve hugging black dress with thin spaghetti straps holding it up, a strapless bra with my breast forms firmly glued in place, black garter belt and nearly black stockings, and a black thong panty which was tight enough to keep my tucked package in place. This was all topped off with black sandals with three inch heels and sexy ankle straps. I checked and double checked my purse, making certain I had a compact, lipstick, keys, wallet, credit card, cash, and especially condoms. Not that I’d actually be needing the condoms but I carried them just in case I happened to get lucky. Besides, if anyone saw güvenilir bahis them it made me look more womanly. Just before dusk I went to my car, a very small, but nice, domestic vehicle which fit my stature like a glove. Did I mention that I’m only five feet five inches? Well, I am, so you can see why I preferred a small vehicle. It was really cute and seemed to fit my female persona like a glove. Twice, while driving to the bar I nearly lost my resolve and turned around. But for some unknown reason I couldn’t. I kept telling myself that I wasn’t even in the parking lot, so there was still plenty of time to turn tail and run. Then I was there and I just sat in my car for several minutes. Could I go inside? Yes, certainly I could. Was I brave enough? I didn’t know. Then I saw another girl go inside and immediately recognized her as a man in a dress. I mean, it looked like she just slapped on a dress and a little makeup and then went clubbing. If she had the balls, (no pun intended), to go inside, I certainly could. More nervous than I’d ever been in my life, I stepped out of my car, picked up my purse, and went to the door. Three men came out as I was about to open the door, already totally wasted. “Whoa, baby!” the first man out said, looking me up and down. “Quit that, you animal,” an obviously gay man laughed and took the hand of the man who had spoken. “Sorry, honey.” “No problem,” I smiled as if that sort of thing happened all the time. The third man of the trio patted his the nice one’s ass and they moved along. I didn’t have any doubt where those three were going. I finally made it into the bar and looked around for a few minutes. I spotted the man in a dress, as I called her, and saw that she was sitting with a man already. Good for her! Making my way to the bar I climbed on a bar stool, crossed my legs as I’d practiced so many times and then ordered a drink. I needed one to bolster my waning courage. Right this minute it was all I could do to keep from running back to my car. “Here you go dear,” the bartender smiled as he placed my drink in front of me. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” “First time.” “I can understand that. Sometimes it takes a little something extra güvenilir bahis siteleri for the first time.” “Does it show that badly?” “Honey, if I said “Boo” you’d be holding onto the ceiling,” he said with a chuckle. “Just relax, we’re really pretty friendly around here, especially the regular crowd. By the way, I’m Bobby, the proud owner of this establishment.” “I’m Karen,” I replied with a smile. Between his friendly manner and the drink I actually was relaxing. “Excuse me,” he said and looked down the bar. “Hiya Cassie. The usual?” “Hi, Bobby. Yes, please,” she responded with a pleasant smile. While Bobby made her drink she looked at me, extended a well manicured hand and smiled. “I’m Cassie.” “I’m Karen,” I replied and lightly took her hand. “Here you go, Cassie,” Bobby said and gave her a drink. “Hey, Cassie, do me a favor and show Karen the ropes, she’s new around here.” “Sure thing. Would you care to join me, Karen?” “Surely,” I replied, the nervousness still evident in my voice. “Relax, sweetie, I don’t bite. I may suck but I don’t bite.” I giggled at her remark and followed her to a booth. “Have you been doing this long?” “Doing?” “Dressing up and getting out.” “I’ve been dressing forever but just started getting out, you know, shopping and stuff, but this is my first time in a bar. You?” “I’m an old hand at this I guess you could say. I went to my first bar when I was twenty-two and I haven’t looked back since,” she giggled. “The important thing is to know your boundaries. If you’re a rookie then you have to make them as you go. You’re pretty enough that you’ll be hit on by quite a few guys before the night is through, especially since you’re a new face. If you don’t like them, send them on their way so they’ll at least stand a chance of getting laid and if you do, well, there’s a motel a block from here.” I blushed and said, “First time for that as well.” “Well you certainly picked the right place to get started,” she laughed. “Come on, let’s shoot a game of pool. You’d be surprised how bending over to make a shot with a short dress on will attract attention.” In fact, we shot several games and I know I had shown off my thong quite a few times. At home I had a regulation iddaa siteleri size table and spent many hours shooting pool by myself. “Can I play the winner?” a masculine voice asked. Cassie looked at me and I shrugged. “Sure, baby,” Cassie smiled. That was when she started missing all her shots, practically giving me the game. “Have fun, Karen,” she said after losing and placing her stick back in the rack. “I’m Dave,” he said, racking the balls. “Karen,” I smiled before breaking. I found that I had to miss a few shots to keep the game close and finally scratched on the eight ball. “Buy you a drink?” “Okay,” I said and racked the balls for him. I really hadn’t expected to be talking with a man in a bar, much less accepting a drink from him but it was nice. Dave returned with drinks in hand and smiled, “Let’s make the game more interesting. Care to place a small wager on the outcome?” “Okay by me as long as we keep it friendly,” I replied. “Yes, very friendly,” he replied and gave me his best smile.”How about the winner gets a kiss and can make it as intense as he, or she, wants.” “A kiss? Okay.” “Cool,” he laughed. “Get ready to have your tonsils mopped, Karen.” It hadn’t dawned on me that he was talking about that kind of kiss but I’d already agreed to the stakes. Now I faced the possibility of being kissed by a man and I hadn’t seen that coming when I left the house today. I was more than a little nervous but I was also curious. In fact, I was so nervous I only made two balls before the game was over. Not being one to welch on a bet, I stepped closer to him and accepted his kiss. Man, was it ever a kiss! I mean, he pulled me close and sent his tongue deep into my mouth while his hands actually caressed my butt. So many emotions ran through me and revulsion was definitely not one of them. When he broke the kiss I was shocked to find myself wanting more, so when he asked if I wanted to play again I was more than willing. This time I played more seriously, actually winning the game. We kissed again with every bit as much intensity as the first time, except I was initiating the kiss. “I like a girl in a thong,” he whispered after the kiss, “especially a black one.” That’s when I realized that on a few of my shots where I had to stretch out over the table I’d been giving him an excellent view. That fact was both embarrassing and exciting, and it made me wonder if he could tell I wasn’t a real female. “I’ll play you for your thong, Karen.