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Chapter 39 - Club in Boots.

We both spent the next two weeks anticipating and preparing for our visit to Manchester.  We had booked a hotel room and Victoria had arranged for Jess to wash and style my favourite wig, the long black one.  

We had considered what clothes we were going to take and had selected far more outfits than we would need.  We had also decided to go by train rather than try to park a car that we were not going to need.  I was going to be dressed in my guy's clothes on the way there and had not given any thought to coming home. 

That was to be an oversight.  We had both taken a half day and set off to the railway station just after lunchtime.  We had packed the evening before and had two suitcases.  A lot of clothes, for a couple of days.  The journey was uneventful.  We chatted and read newspapers.  

I got progressively more nervous the closer we got to Manchester and Victoria must have felt it. She touched my forearm and whispered, "It will be okay.  I will take care of you.  I'm quite excited."  

"I am terrified, but excited too."  I was, this was out of my comfort zone but I knew that I had to try and do this.  

We took a taxi to the hotel and checked into a really nice large room. 

"Okay let's shower and start to get ready."  Victoria was organizing us.  I had done my toenails the previous evening in a shade of pale pink that I wore most of the time.  It went with everything.  I had a new dress of course.  Victoria had selected it.  

It was a standard little black dress. It was just above knee length with a slightly flared skirt.  It had a square scalloped neck and close-fitting sleeves that ended halfway between wrist and elbow.  It was a really good quality garment and looked every inch of its price tag. 

I wore it over a black bra that held the firmly attached breast forms, a silk camisole over that.  

I wore matching panties and my favorite 15 denier gloss tights.  I had decided upon a pair of black sandals with a 4-inch heel and an ankle strap.  There was not much to them but they looked good. 

I had added some long false nails also painted a pale pink and Victoria helped with my make-up.  

 It was definitely evening wear but not so dramatic as to make a statement.  In fact the whole outfit was smart but quiet.  Victoria had also treated me to a new wristwatch and black clutch bag.  I added a bracelet and necklace of my own.  

I used some very long dangling earrings that had been around since the very early days of dressing.  By the time that I was ready, my nerves were racing and I had to wait until Victoria was ready.  

She too had gone for an un-dramatic look.  It was a lovely navy blue dress with a flared skirt and matching heels. She looked gorgeous as usual.  I secretly hoped that she would be the one to divert attention away from me.  

We set off to the club which was 400 metres away.  It was a cold evening and the black jacket that I wore only came to the top of my hips.  For the first time, my legs were exposed to outside cold air and the breeze blew up my skirt.  It did not help me shake my nerves.  

We reached the club and were shown to our table by a young lady who appeared to be dressed as a schoolgirl.  Oh well takes all sorts I suppose and who was I to pass judgment.  When I made a comment Victoria laughed. 

"He dresses like that on these evenings.  The rest of the time he wears a normal waiters' outfit." 

"That is a guy?"  

I was stunned.  I looked around the club.  The clothes were more subdued than I had expected but as Victoria reminded me, cross-dressers night was tomorrow.  Tonight was just a normal night for the club it's just that there tended to be more cross-dressers because of the monthly event the following evening.  

We had a lovely meal and watched the people dancing.  It was a real mixed bag of couples.  Victoria wanted to dance and eventually, I agreed to keep the peace.  I was a reasonable dancer, as a guy, as I had had ballroom lessons.  I naturally led the first dance and then we switched for the second.  

Neither of us did very well being in the opposite roles.  I don't think anyone paid any attention to us.  We moved to a large booth to free up the dining tables.  

There were two women amongst the crowd in the booth and they were chatting with Victoria.  I could not hear all of the conversation because of the music.  But I did catch one piece: 

"Yes, Melissa is my partner, but we are not gay." 

I noted that drew a puzzled look until she followed her statement with, "She is my husband."  

Oh hell, I was out what did she say that for?  The two women looked astonished and I heard one of them say, "There is no way I would have thought that he was not a genetic girl."  

I sat there stunned by what had just taken place.  

Twenty minutes later the two ladies got up and said goodbye.  

Victoria turned to me and said, "I'm sorry we were just chatting and it slipped it.  Better here than elsewhere but they were impressed." 

I had another glass of wine.  I decided that nothing else scary could happen and that I was going to enjoy the evening.  That is what I did. I had a few more drinks and we danced.  Two guys cut in between Victoria and I and danced with us. It was not a slow number so there was no physical contact.  

We did two numbers and I was surprised that I enjoyed it.  

As we were leaving the dance floor, Mark, the man that I had danced with whispered, "Thank you," and he escorted me back to our table with his hand lightly in the small of my back.  Victoria and her dance partner, Rob, had just got there ahead of us and were chatting.  

We exchanged names and Mark offered to buy us another drink and Victoria accepted on our behalf and smiled at me.  I was getting nervous again.  Rob and Victoria were chatting away and caught most of the conversation. Mark and Rob were a couple and were 'out.'  

They liked the Village scene and the club to which they were frequent visitors.  They both loved to dance, both modern and ballroom.  The problem was that did not like dancing with each other and they both liked to dance the male role with women.  

The club gave them the chance to meet up with straight women and lesbian couples.  

They had found that women also like to dance with guys and the club presented them with a safe environment.  

Mark asked if I was a dancer and I replied that I had danced years ago but was very rusty.  

I hoped that would put him off although I doubted that but thought that it would cover my inexperience in dancing backwards.  It did not take long for them to invite us up to dance again and Victoria accepted for both of us.  I don't know how many dances we had but I started to enjoy it.  

I was held very close in some of the dances but I felt secure and was not worried about being found out.  I think that I was more concerned about not being able to dance.  We both switched dance partners a couple of times.  

By the time we sat down, I was exhausted and my feet were hurting.  Victoria took pity on me and said that we had to leave.  The guys asked if we would be there the following evening.  

She turned and said, "Yes we will be here, that is why we came to Manchester for tomorrow evening's event." 

It drew a puzzled look from the two guys and she followed up with.  

"If you are here I think you will be impressed with his outfit." 

I nearly fainted she had made a mistake and referred to me as a male.  Mark's mouth fell open "No way, don't tell me that you are a...." 

He did not finish the sentence.  

"Thank you for a lovely evening," said Victoria and kissed Rob on the cheek.  I was standing next to Mark.  I have no idea why I did it, but I leaned towards him kissed his cheek and whispered, "Thank you, we may see you tomorrow."  

We had not gone far and my feet were hurting.  Now I know what women have to put up with.  We had not said anything and then Victoria laughed and blurted out, "You kissed him.  I'm astonished.  What did you whisper?"  

"I may tell you later in bed and then again I may not."  

When we go back to the room we dropped our coats and fell onto the bed kissing.  I pulled off Victoria's tights and panties and kissed her for a while.  I stretched out beside her and she freed my penis which was rock hard and gently caressed it.  

"Thank you for that I was so excited about the evening.  It was great, far better than I had hoped and I cannot express how pleased I am for you doing that and how impressed I was with you.  I think that you enjoyed it."  "I was dreading it but it was good.  I enjoyed it.  I actually enjoyed the dancing with Rob and Mark.  

I wasn't very good because I had never taken that role but I was different.  When you made me get up I did not think that I would like being held so I just decided to imagine that I was a woman and that a woman would like to be held like that.  

It was okay. Nothing sexual and I have no designs on anything gay but I enjoyed it. They were good company.  I saw you kiss Mark and saw the look on Rob's face when you hinted that I was a male and I just copied you." 

"I was shocked.  What did you say?"  

I said, "Thank you, we may see you tomorrow."  

"Really? That is something." 

"I did not mean anything by it.  I liked the two of them, but I love you.  If they were there tomorrow it may make things easier with someone that we know.  They were nice.  However, now they know I'm not your lesbian girlfriend, maybe they won't want to speak to us."  With that, we made love for quite a while.    

We slept in late and ordered room service breakfast.  We had sex again before heading for the shower.  I was getting dressed when Victoria came out of the bathroom.  I had already put on my bra, panties, and a pair of black opaque tights and was sitting doing my eye shadow.  She said nothing as I did my mascara and blusher.  

I went to our clothing selection in the hanging space and selected my favorite black sweater dress.  I slipped it on picked up the knee-length black leather boots and went back to the chair to put them on and added some lipstick and the black wig.  I went to make coffee and turned to Victoria who had sat on the bed watching me.  "Want a coffee before we go?" I asked.  

"We were going shopping and I hoped to persuade you to go as Melissa but..."  She was a bit lost for words.  

"I know that we are going shopping.  Don't you like this outfit?  Is it not appropriate?  Should I change into something else?  Do you want a coffee?"  

"Yes to the coffee and yes to the outfit.  It's perfect.  I am stunned i thought that you would rebel and I would have to try and force you or something."  

"Well you don't.  Come on get a move on or they will have sold out and I need a new dress and maybe some new shoes."  

We both laughed.  We had a great time.  I ended up with a new warmer coat, two new handbags, a scarf, pile of underwear and hosiery, two new dresses, and a pair of shoes.  The latter was the surprise, they were plain black flats.  We sat having a bite to eat just after lunchtime and discussed our purchases. Victoria had bought a few items herself so that she did not feel left out.  

"I am puzzled by the black flats.  You love the heels."  

"I do love heels but tonight I think that I may need the flats to get to the club and to get back to the hotel.  They should be okay for driving as well."

 "That's a good idea for tonight." 

Then her mouth fell open when the remarks about driving registered and I saw a smile develop.  We got back to the hotel without spending too much more.   

 We stripped and examined our purchases.  It was great playing dress up with Victoria. I slipped on the flat shoes and she said:  

"They are not you but practical.  You mentioned driving, was that a slip?"  "No it wasn't.  I realized that walking to the club tonight might be an issue but I also knew that at some point you were going to challenge me again and that I would need to be able to drive." 

Yes, we had sex again and then some tea and sandwiches. Before long lazy baths.  I slipped into the corset and Victoria tightened it twice.  It gave me a good figure but there was not going to be any great energy expended that would require deep breaths.  

I pulled on tights and panties but this time put them over the tights.  I realized that the skirt might ride up and thought that would be more decent.  I put on the purple blouse and the skater skirt and then tried the boots on to stretch my ankles for a while before we set off.  

Victoria is also dressed in a very revealing dress.  It was low cut and high cut and very sheer.  Her assets were not hidden in this outfit and I admired her long shapely legs and heels as high as she had ever worn. We did our make-up together.  Both were fairly dramatic looks.  

"Melissa I have a suggestion, would you slip off that skirt."  I was puzzled but did as I was asked.  

"Now step into this one," It was a black skirt but there was not much of it and it was made of something very stretchy.  She pulled it up and tucked in my blouse.  It was very close fitting, you could not see my underwear lines but it was tight and very short.  

It came to about an inch or two below the gusset of my panties.  I checked the look in the mirror.  I was stunning and so very sexy, perhaps a bit slutty but it excited me.  

"Wow, I love it," I exclaimed.  

"So do I and I suspect so will everyone else."  I changed into the flats and we set off to the club.  It was strange walking without heels.  I did not feel properly dressed.  I changed in the foyer and we left our jackets and the flats in the cloakroom.  

We walked to the bar and I was about to sit on one of the stools when Victoria jumped and whispered, "I want everyone to see how sexy you are and how fantastic your legs are so you need to stand for a while.  There have been plenty of people who have noticed you."  

I looked around the club and it was busy despite it only being 9pm. There were lots of cross-dressers in evidence, some who looked like guys and did not seem to have made an effort right through to some who had. There were a few women who might have been but I don't know.  

There were quite a few drag queens who looked incredible and a number of same-sex couples dancing including a couple of very camp guys one of whom looked like the cop from Village People.  It was a great atmosphere.  

Soon after we arrived I spotted a woman wearing ballet boots.  Hers were red and knee length and she wore a red latex body suit. 

 I'm pretty sure that she was a genetic girl because very little could be hidden by the skin-tight outfit.  

She stopped near to us and simply said, "Nice shoes girl," before moving on.  We had a few drinks and then went to sit at a table and watch the cabaret.  It consisted of a couple of drag acts who sang, lip-synched, and told jokes. 

 It was not professional but well done and a bit of fun.  Near the end of the act, I saw Victoria wave and turned to see Mark and Rob standing by the bar.  

When the act was finished the guys came across to our table and asked if they could join us.  We chatted about our day and the acts but there was no mention of the end of the previous evening.  

My gender was never raised.  They were fun to be with and I stopped worrying about being there dressed as I was.  When the band started Rob asked me to dance with him and I pointed to my boots which he had not noticed until then.  

"Mark you need to see these boots!  Melissa, please stand and do a twirl."

  I did so and drew some looks and comments from the people nearby.  I could not make out what the comments were but they seemed positive and I lip-read one lady say something like: 

"No way could I ever wear those she must have practiced for years" I smiled to myself.  "I will try one number and then will need to sit."  And I took Rob's hand and we danced.  It was a bit tricky but I managed.  I was pleased to sit down again.  

A few numbers later they started some slow dances.  Smooch dances.  Mark asked me to dance and I went with him. Because he was there to support me it was a lot easier and I started to enjoy it.  He was itching to ask me a question so I took the lead.  

"You are trying to build up the courage to ask something so get on with it."  "Last night Victoria referred to you as a he or at least I think that she did.  Rob and I both agreed that we must have misheard or misunderstood.  Seeing you in that outfit with those heels and legs I know that we were wrong."  

"It depends on what you decide upon as to whether or not you are wrong. I'll help you out.  I am a guy who likes dressing, I'm not gay and I have never kissed a man, other than a relative, before last night.  I had no intention of doing so but it seemed appropriate." 

"I am astounded.  You are beautiful and frankly far too feminine for me to fancy so I suppose you will just have to be a friend who is a girl." I smiled.  We danced longer than I had intended and had to sit down.  

Over the next couple of hours Victoria and I danced with both of the guys several times.  Victoria danced with another man who asked her up and when she came back reported that she had been groped. 

From the way that she smiled, I suspect that she had enjoyed it and it had boosted her ego a good deal.  It was getting late and Mark asked for a last dance and I agreed.  

He was a good dancer, very courteous, had behaved properly, and had good company. He held me close.  I felt him against me and whispered, "I thought that you were gay and that I was too feminine for you to fancy"  He looked shocked and slightly embarrassed and asked, "What do you mean?" 

 "You have an erection, I can feel it against my leg." 

 "I'm so sorry I have no idea why."  "I suspect that I know why and it is quite flattering but don't expect me to 'go outside' with you."  I laughed and so did he.  Rob and Mark walked Victoria and I back to our hotel and with Mark's help, holding my hand, I managed in the boots.  I was proud of that. When we reached the door we said our goodbyes and thanked them for a good evening.  

Victoria kissed Rob on the cheek and said, "Thank you." Mark looked at me and said, "It's okay you don't need to copy her I understand."  

I looked at Victoria and Mark and said, "No I don't have to copy her, but I have had a lovely two evenings with you both and am very grateful. So thank you" and with that, I touched his cheek and kissed him fully on the lips.  

Not just brushing his cheeks but a proper kiss.  With that, I turned and walked inside.  

When got into the left Victoria said, "I am so proud of you this evening. Thank you. I love you very much.  I nearly came when you kissed Mark, what got into you?" 

"I don't know.  I have become braver as the weekend has gone on.  They treated us very well, even as a male I can see that they are handsome guys and you challenged me.  It seemed appropriate.  And we are never likely to see them again."  

"I didn't challenge you, but it was a turn-on to see.  Do you know where they live?"  

"No.  I know that they work for a tech company." 

 "Yes, they work for Weston and Smith the other side of Sheffield.  They live less than an hour's drive from us."  

"Okay, but you didn't give them your number did you?"  

"Yes, I gave them my number and said that I would let them know if we planned on coming back to Manchester again.  Don't panic I'm not trying to fix you up with a date."  

What next was my thought as the lift arrived at our floor?  

It was late and we crawled into bed tired.  I did bring Victoria off and told her about Mark's erection and that turned her on.  

We were up at a reasonable time and ordered room service continental breakfast as we had to be on our way before 1 0am check out.  Victoria caught me dressing as he had the day before. 

"You do know that we are going home by train and not in the car?" 

"Yes, why?" 

"Are you planning on going home as Melissa?" 

"Yes.  Any more questions?" 

"Yes. What dress are you wearing?  

"The red sweater dress that we bought yesterday.  I thought it would be okay with the boots."  

"Not the ballet boots?"  She laughed as she said that and I did not respond to it.  As I was finishing getting dressed I looked over at Victoria.  She was quite beautiful and I was very lucky.  As she fastened her bra over her wonderful breasts I said, "Remember our deal?  

"What deal?"  She looked puzzled.  

"If I wore the ballet boots for a weekend, which I did and now I have worn them to a club, you said that you would get your nipples pierced." 

She went very pale. 

"I did and I am scared that it will hurt."  

"I will hold your hand.  It will be fine."  

Victoria had us in first class seats on the train and the privacy gave us the chance to talk about the weekend.  She told me that she was very proud of me and the things that she had done and had had a great time. 

She said that she had really enjoyed having time out with her best girlfriend and some wanton sex as well.  I knew that she was going to expect me to go out more often and this weekend had proved that it might not be as scary as I had feared.  I spent some time lost in thought. 

I would never have believed that I would be doing what I had done and looking like I did a couple of years ago and I don't think that Victoria would have either.  I realized that I was not going back now and that this would be something much more frequent.  

Little did I know that in a few hours time, the world was about to start a significant change for us.  We got a taxi from the station and I never gave any thought to the neighbours seeing me as I was dressed.