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New Girl in Town #5
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From: [email protected].org (Jon Grossberg)
Subject: Bobbi's Story (chapter 5)
Organization: Somewhere just far enough out of Toronto
Date: Wed, 6 May 1992 03:27:52 GMT
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(Note: the original author of these stories prefers to remain anonymous)
B O Y M E E T S G I R L
The next morning was a busy one for me. Mr. Conlin was at the showing
of a new line of shoes with Mr. Steinman. That left just Edith and I
in the office and stockroom area with all the Sales Assistants out of
the way on the sales floor. I had a few telephone calls to make, so
Edith let me use Mr. Conlin's office where I could have some privacy.
I was too nervous about the calls to use a telephone booth, and I could
not make them from home in the evening. The people I had to talk with
would not be there.
I took the two business cards that Tina had given me out of my bag, and
placed them on the desk in front of me. They both represented big
steps in my life. The results of those two calls would tell me a lot
about what was going to happen to me as a woman in future. One was a
little step. That was the call to the dancing school about lessons.
Maybe that could be a way to a career. I would like that, but it was
too early to predict such things. The other was really a big step.
That was the call to the doctor.
I stared at the cards for a few minutes, and agonized over making the
calls. This was not something to be taken lightly. Up until now
becoming a woman was still in the realm of fantasy. Most of my life to
that point had been spent as a boy. I had wanted to be a girl for a
number of years, but the actual fact of being a girl had been a part-
time thing for only the last three of my eighteen years, and I had only
started living as a woman for two months!
This meant that my life as a boy and my life as a girl had really been
two separate entities. These telephone calls would start the process
of bringing my two lives together. Boy was about to meet girl inside
of me, and they were a little terrified at the prospect of the
encounter.
I took a deep breath, and reached for the receiver. I started to dial
the doctor's number, but decided to call the dancing school first
instead. I needed to ease into this. The school was less threatening.
The telephone rang at least ten times before a deep voice that sounded
vaguely female answered sharply, "Stage Door Dance Academy! This is
Toni." It was the owner of the school who Tina had told me about.
"Yes," I said. "I wanted to ask about dancing lessons. A friend of
yours named Tina recommended that I speak to you."
Toni's voice got a little softer, and said, "That's a good start on a
reference. Are you a novice, or have you had some training?" I
replied, "I'm a beginner. Tina wants me in her chorus line, so we
thought that I could use some instruction. My name is Bobbi, and I
guess I should tell you that I am also a TV." Toni chuckled at that,
and said, "I figured that when you said you knew Tina. That's not a
problem. Just come as a girl, and we'll train you the same way. I've
got a class starting on Friday at 6:00PM. The class lasts two hours,
and the fee is twenty dollars a class."
I agreed, so Toni took my name, and told me what I would need to bring
with me to the class. I already had all of it with what Tina had me
buy as rehearsal clothes. Toni added, "The classes will be every
Friday evening after that except when we close for vacation. We'll see
you Friday, luv!" I said good-bye, and hung up the telephone. I had
taken the little step.
With a little, but not much, more confidence, I picked up the telephone
again, and prepared to take the big step. This time it rang only twice
before a businesslike female voice answered, "Dr. Benjamin's office." I
was breathing quickly, and my heart was pounding as I said, "I want to
speak to the doctor about..." I hesitated, and then said, "...sex
change surgery."
It was out now. I expected a little surprise from the voice on the
other end of the line, but it was very matter of fact in saying, "The
doctor is only accepting a limited number of new cases. I can give you
a thirty minute consultation one week from Wednesday. It will cost
fifty dollars." It all sounded very mechanical but I made the appoint-
ment, and hung up. I was on my way toward the goal that I had set, but
I was more than a little scared.
I sat back in Mr. Conlin's chair. The indifference of the doctor's
receptionist was not what I had expected, nor was Toni's quick
acceptance of me. I guess I was falling into the trap of believing
that I was the only one in the world like me. A lot of transexuals
have that problem. They think that their situations are unique, and
miss a lot of acceptance, support, and help because of it. There was a
part of the world out there that was willing to accept me for who I
was. I was only starting to get in touch with it.
There was another business card in my bag bearing a number that I had
been meaning to call for quite a while. I decided to try it now, and
see what would happen. The telephone had barely rung when a voice
said, "Shapiro and Tobin!" I put on my sexiest voice, and said,
"Hello. Is Peter available?" "Just a moment!," came a cheerful reply.
I wondered if he would remember me.
I had met Peter on my first night in drag two months ago. We had
danced one dance at "The Gilded Grape" that night, and he had given me
his business card asking that I call him. The card showed that he
worked in a law office, so I supposed that he was a lawyer.
"Hello? This is Pete. May I help you?," said Peter's voice after a
few seconds. "Peter," I said as sexy as I could, "this is Bobbi. We
met at 'The Gilded Grape' a few weeks ago, and you asked me to call."
There was a short pause before he exclaimed, "Bobbi! I was wondering
if you were ever going to call me. I haven't been into the bar, or I
would have looked for you there. When can I see you?"
I got very excited by his reaction. I had only seen him for an hour or
so that night, but I liked what I saw. He was young, and had a fresh
out of college look. I suppose that now we would have said that he
looked like a "Yuppie", but that term had not coined yet. I only knew
that he was very handsome, and that I really wanted to see him again.
Peter wanted to see me that week, but things were already a little
chaotic for me. We made a tentative date for Saturday night, and
exchanged home telephone numbers to be able to confirm the date later
in the week. We talked for a while, and I found out that he was
working as a Legal Clerk in his uncle's law firm until he passed his
bar exam. He had only gotten out of law school earlier that year. He
was not a lawyer yet, but he was going to be one.
After the talk, I said good-bye to Peter, and sat back in the chair
again. My new life as a woman was taking shape in an interesting way.
Three months before I was an ungainly teenage boy sneaking time to
dress as a girl in my mother's clothes. Now I was living almost full-
time as a woman with a good prospect of making that more real in the
future. I had also become a sort of "kept woman", almost a chorus
girl, and maybe a model, and had acquired a new "mother", some friends
who accepted me as the woman that I was, and perhaps in Peter, a boy-
friend along the way. My lifestyle had changed quite a bit to say the
least. I liked where it seemed to be going.
My break was over, so I collected my things into my bag, and went to
the outer office. Edith was out there at her typewriter, and she
looked up as I came out of Mr. Conlin's office. She sat back, and
said. "Well? How did it go?" "Well enough," I answered. "I'll tell
you all about it at lunch." She nodded, and went back to typing as I
returned to the stockroom.
I ran into Dave out there, and said "hello" to him. He looked at me
for a moment, and then said, "Could we talk a little later? We used to
talk a lot, and I feel bad that we stopped. I just need to understand
a few things." "Sure," I answered. "We can talk on break this after-
noon." He nodded, and went back to the sales floor. Maybe he did want
to be friendly again. I would find out this afternoon.
Lunch with Edith that day was a flutter of girlish chatter. I told her
all about the rehearsal of "The G.G.Girls" chorus line that I was going
to in the evening, and how I was signing up for dancing lessons. Edith
even asked if she could come to one of the shows sometime, and watch
me. I was a little surprised that she would want to do that. I guess
I thought that what went on at "The Gilded Grape" was something that
those in the "outside world" would not want to get involved in. I told
her that I did not think that it would be a problem, and we would do it
once I got settled into the show.
I then told her about Paul, and how I had called Peter. I told her all
about them except for the details of the sexual parts. A girl does not
tell her "mother" everything right away. Just her knowing that I had
two boyfriends was enough for now, and I was sure that she surmised the
other things. Edith was no prude in any way.
Edith was a bit uneasy when I told her about the doctor. She looked at
me deeply, and said, "I just don't want anything to happen to you. I
think of you in the way I would think of my daughter. That emotion is
very real to me. If you must go through with this, let me be with
you." I knew, of course, how Edith felt about me, but I had not
expected any emotion of this strength. I touched her arm, and said, "I
would like that. I think I'm going to need someone to lean on some-
times." "I'm here whenever you need me," she said. I really did have
a mother in her. and in future, I would need one!
Later that afternoon I was sitting in the work area at the back of the
stockroom. This was where we fixed things, and stored a few simple
tools. I was usually the only one who went back there. It had an old
wooden desk that we used for a workbench, and a beat up office chair.
I guess it was the closest thing that I had to an office of my own. I
sometimes took my breaks back there if I wanted to just be alone, and
think. I would have liked to have done that today. I had a lot on my
mind from the telephone calls that I made that morning. I was about,
however, to have a visitor.
I heard Dave's footsteps on the linoleum covered concrete floor as he
approached. He had asked for this talk, so I had no idea of what he
wanted. He stepped into the work area bearing a small white bag. He
greeted me, and placed the bag on the desk saying, "I felt like a soda,
so I went to the cafeteria to get some. I brought one for you too." I
think he meant it as a sort of peace offering. Dave thought along
those lines. Whatever he had to say, he was showing that he was still
my friend.
We each took a sip of soda, and Dave said, "I have been doing a lot of
thinking, and I need to ask you three questions. Please just answer
'yes' or 'no' for now, and leave any discussion for later." I agreed,
and Dave said, "Are you Gay?" "Yes," I answered. Dave nodded, and
said, "Are you a transvestite?" "Yes," I answered. Dave paused, and
at last asked, "Do you want to be a transexual?" "Yes!," I answered!
Dave sat back on a pile of boxes, and spoke softly, but directly
saying, "Bob..." "Call me 'Bobbi' as long as you know, please?," I
interrupted.
Dave adjusted himself, and said, "Bobbi, I want you to know that I
understand more about this than you know. I know that what you are
going to do will not be easy, but your doing it gives me a problem.
All the others here have noticed the change in you. They whisper that
you are 'queer', and I cannot have that association with me. No matter
what I may feel along those lines, I have a need to appear straight in
all ways. I like you very much in ways that you may never know, but we
just cannot appear to be friends here. Please do not say anything now.
If we meet outside of work in a social situation, we may talk, but not
here."
Dave stood, and walked over to me. He bent to kiss me on the cheek,
and said, "Good-bye, Bobbi." Then he left. I sipped at my soda, and
tried to understand what had just happened.
Dave and I had talked about homosexuality in the context of his studies
of philosophy many times. It was all very intellectual. I had never
suspected him of being Gay himself, and yet it certainly seemed like
that was what he was trying to tell me. If he was Gay, he was trying
desperately to hide it from anyone. He could not associate with me
without throwing suspicion on himself. He even seemed that he was
trying to say that he was sexually attracted to me. Why else would he
kiss me the way that he did? I would, if only out of friendship,
respect his wishes, but I wanted to talk more to him. He had given me
a lot more to think about.
I went directly home after work. I was very excited about going to my
first rehearsal of "The G.G.Girls" chorus line, and I wanted to get
ready. This was going to be fun. I was looking forward to seeing
Tina, so I could tell her that I had signed up for the dancing lessons
as she had suggested. Margo was not at home. She was still at work,
but I knew I would see her later. She went to "The Gilded Grape"
almost every night.
It only took me a few minutes to remove my camisole, and put on my bra.
I was going to just go in my jeans, but this was going to be a sort of
special occasion. I also changed from my jeans, sweater, and loafers
into a skirt, blouse, and heels. I wanted to look my best tonight, and
I did not know whom I might meet after rehearsal.
I was very excited about all this. I picked up my purse, and slung the
canvas bag that carried my rehearsal clothes on my shoulder. In a few
minutes I was on the street walking the few blocks to "The Gilded
Grape" on my way to becoming a chorus girl.
As I walked up the street I noticed two men walking toward me. They
were nicely dressed, and I saw that they were looking me over as they
approached. I slipped a little wiggle and sway into the motion of my
hips as I walked, and one responded with a very appreciative smile as
we passed. I walked on, but I heard them stop, and turn to watch me as
I walked away. I always enjoy when little things like that happen.
They had seen me as a desirable and sexy woman. That is exactly what I
wanted to be. They were paying me a compliment in a way that they
would never realize. I felt very good deep inside.
It was quiet in "The Gilded Grape" when I entered. It would get more
active later. Even on Tuesday nights things happened here, but this
early in the evening very little was going on. I took a seat at the
front bar, and ordered a coke from Edie, the barmaid. I did not want
to drink tonight.
I noticed that the back section of the club was closed off. That was
where the stage was, and where Emma tended the back bar. Emma was off
on Tuesdays, and I guessed that the back was closed so we could
rehearse. I sipped at my soda, and waited for Tina to arrive.
Another drag queen sat on the stool next to me. "Hi!," she said. "My
name is Billie, and you're Bobbi, right?" I said "yes", and she
continued talking without stopping. "Tina said to look for you. She's
gonna' be a little late. She's seeing Gerry, the owner, about some
sets and costumes, so she's gonna' be a little late. She told me to
take you back, and introduce you to the rest of the girls, and see that
you get a place to change, and all. We don't have to do that yet, so
finish your drink, and relax. We got an hour or so before rehearsal
starts, so we can sit here and relax and talk for a while. Tina says
you're gonna' be on the right end of the kick line next to me, so we're
gonna' be sort of partners. You ever done this before?"
I had to laugh a little at Billie. I had seen her around here a number
of times. She was a relief barmaid for Edie's and Emma's days off, and
she sometimes helped out when things got busy on other nights. She
always appeared to be in a thither about something, and talked very
fast all the time. We had spoken briefly a couple of times, but it had
been just a little small talk. Even so, I knew that I liked her, and
that she would make a pleasant friend.
"No," I answered, "I've never danced like this before, but I just
signed up for lessons." Billie nodded. "From Toni at the 'Stage Door'
I'll bet!," she said, and sipped at her drink. I wondered how she knew
that, but before I could ask, another girl appeared, and started
talking to her.
Billie spoke with the other girl for a minute, and then turned back to
me saying, "Bobbi, this is Patty. She dances at the other end of the
kick line from us. She's a real nice sort of person, so you just
gotta' like her. She just started with us three months ago, so she's
almost new just like you, and maybe that's another reason why you just
gotta' like her."
Patty was about 5'4" tall, and of slim build with shoulder length,
straight black hair. The only detraction from her appearance was a
sort of hook to her nose, but she was going to get a nose job as soon
as she could to correct that. I found out as time went on that she had
aspirations of being a model, and was also another one of Tina's
lovers. She was seeing the same doctor that I was about to regarding
making her change to female complete. Patty and I had much in common
then, and in the future.
Billie hopped off her stool. "We should go back, and get going," she
said. "We've gotta' find you a locker, and the others will be here
soon, and so will Tina. She doesn't like it when we get started late.
She's tough about that, but we like her anyway. Right, Patty?" Patty
nodded agreement, and we headed for the back.
Billie led the way into the Ladies Room, and through another door into
the dressing room. "The Gilded Grape" had a dressing room at the back
of both the Ladies Room and the Men's Room. They were little more than
locker rooms, but they had a make-up table with a bench and a mirror
surrounded with lights along one wall opposite the lockers. Both
dressing rooms had another door that led into a corridor off of which
were the entrances to the backstage area, the office, and back into the
bar area. There was also a back door to the street with the sign
"Stage Door" over it. This let us move between the stage and the
dressing rooms unseen, and we used the corridor to wait between acts.
It was a nice layout.
There were two girls already in the dressing room in the process of
changing. Patty and Billie greeted them, and Billie continued the
introductions saying, "Girls, this is Bobbi! She's the new one that
Tina told us was joining us. She's just starting at this, so we're
gonna' have to teach her how we work, but she's okay. Bobbi, this is
Janet, and this is Carmen. Get to know each other while I find you a
locker. I'll be back in a minute." We exchanged greetings and
pleasantries while Billie went to the Office to get me a locker key,
and Patty started to change.
Carmen was Spanish, with dark eyes and long straight black hair. She
lived with Jose', one of the bouncers, as his "wife" although he was
not the most faithful "husband" that I had ever known. The relation-
ship seemed to please her though.
Janet had brown eyes, and short, fluffy, light brown hair. She wanted
to be a singer, and did the singing parts in any of our skits. She
also played the guitar quite well. She was a lot of fun to be around,
and I wound up liking her very much.
"Here, Bobbi," said Billie handing me a couple of keys on a ring with
the bar name on the fob. "The little one is your locker key to number
207 over there, so you can lock your stuff up while we're working, so
it stays safe from sticky fingers. The other key fits both doors to
this dressing room, so you can get in and out. Tuck them in your
costume when we work. You'll find a place to hold them, and now get
changed, so we can start."
Just then another girl came in. She had blue eyes, and wavy dark brown
hair. Billie introduced her as Star. She was the last member of the
"G.G.Girls" to arrive. Star was beautiful, and was already doing some
modeling. She even posed on a regular basis for the Drag Queen porno
magazines that were sold in Adult Bookstores. I had some of those, and
recognized her right away. I wondered what it would be like to pose
nude that way. I would have to ask Star about it. Maybe I could do
that too.
I found my locker right away, and opened it. Inside was a pile of old
newspapers, a couple of fashion magazines, some hairpins, an old lips-
tick, and a pink sweater with imitation pearls embroidered to it.
"That stuff is all yours now if you want it," came a voice from behind
me. I turned to see Tina standing there. "That locker used to be
Carla's," she said. "She left us a few months ago to move to Chicago
with her lover. You can toss most of it in the garbage, but the
sweater should fit you." "Thanks," I replied. "Are there any more
hangers around?" Tina told me to look in the closet, and I found a few
there.
"Ok, ladies," Tina announced when I returned with the hangers, "it's
show time!" The others all gathered on the changing benches facing me.
Tina sat down with them, and said, "Its your turn on stage, Bobbi. You
have to get used to people looking at you, and we all want to get to
know you better. We have a little initiation for all the new girls to
sort of break the ice. You have to do a striptease for us the first
time you change. Let's go, girl! Show us what you got!"
I was surprised at this, but it also excited me. I had come here
expecting to be a chorus girl, but now I would also have to be a
stripper even if the audience was a small one of fellow drag queens.
The "G.G.Girls" looked at me with anticipation in their eyes, but Tina
had an especially lewd glint in her's. She was obviously looking
forward to watching me strip. "Don't forget, Bobbi," Tina said with a
leer on her lips. "We want to see it ALL! You aren't finished until
you are completely naked!"
This was definitely not what I had expected would happen tonight, but I
was also turned on by it. If a striptease was what they wanted, then a
striptease was what they were going to get! I faced all their eyes,
and thought for a moment about my first move when I heard Janet call
out, "Carmen! Put the tape on! She needs some music!" There was the
metallic clicking noises of a tape recorder being loaded and turned on,
and then the room filled with the earthy sounds of brass and drums. I
took a second to catch the beat. Then my hips began to move, and my
first striptease was on!
I had seen a striptease show a couple of times, so I tried to think of
what those girls did, and do as much of that as I could. I hoped that
my audience would like it. I did not take anything off during the
first song, but danced as provocatively as possible lifting my skirt
now and then to flash the white flesh of my thighs above my stocking
tops at the group, stroking the contours of my breasts and hips
seductively, and unbuttoning my blouse to show a little more flesh in
preparation for the rest of my striptease. I finished with a flourish
of my hands, arms, and legs, and waited frozen in that pose for the
next song.
The bass throb of the music began again a few seconds later, but this
number was slow and sensual. I was equal to it, and slowly slipped my
blouse off my shoulders. Then quickly turned around, so all they could
see was it descending slowly to unveil my back to their view. I slid
my arms out of the blouse, and tossed it aside to the first shouts of
"Take it off!" from my audience.
As soon as the blouse hit the bench, my hands reached behind me to the
zipper at the back of my skirt. I pulled the zipper down very slowly,
and undid the button at the waist band. I started to slip my skirt off
as I bent my knees to wiggle my way down into a crouch as I moved it to
my ankles. As the music died, I stood, and turned to face the rest of
the "G.G.Girls" now clad in just my bra, panties, garter-belt, stock-
ings, and shoes.
All eyes were fixed upon me. I enjoyed what I saw in those eyes very
much. I was the center of attention, and I liked that. I would come
to enjoy it even more in the future.
Using the next break in the music as a foil, I reached over to pull one
of the changing benches to me. As the sound of the song "Let Me
Entertain You" came up, I sat on the bench, and used it as a prop for a
number of rather lewd maneuvers that I was sure would bring my audience
to the edge of their seats. This striptease initiation into the
"G.G.Girls" was getting me sexually excited too, and I felt my own
penis harden in its tuck back between my legs in my crotch. I wondered
if the others were in the same condition, but I had other things to do.
I swung my legs over the edge of the bench, and sat up to remove my
stockings. I slipped my foot daintily out of my right shoe, and made a
little production out of unsnaping the garters that held up my right
stocking. I leaned back a little, and did a leg-flash kick as I slid
it down. I caught it on my toes, and played with it there before I let
it pop off only to drop the stocking into my crotch to be withdrawn
very slowly to further tantalize and titillate my audience. I then
tossed it aside, and put my right shoe back on.
I first popped the garters on my left stocking before I stepped out of
that shoe. This time I lay on my back on the bench to do the leg-flash
kick to take it off. Again I hooked it on my toes for a moment before
letting it snap back to my waiting hands. I formed the stocking into
three folds between my fingers, and let the folds hang down with the
middle one longer than the other two. Pretending that the folds were a
cock and balls, I held them over my face, and lowered them to where I
could flick at the erzats "cock" with my tongue before tossing the
stocking aside to stand to remove my garter-belt just before the music
for that number ended.
That left me standing there in just my bra and panties. I glanced at
my audience, and saw them wide-eyed, and staring at me. They were
cheering and applauding, spicing that with occasional calls of "Take it
off!" or "Take it all off!" My heart was pounding from the exertions
of the dance, but also from the excitement of the moment. Every nerve
of my body was set up on end reaching for more and more of the thrills
that I was feeling. If this could happen in front of a smell backstage
audience of drag queens, what would it be like with a proper striptease
costume, on a real runway, in front of a full audience? That was some-
thing that I would have to find out!
The pounding beat of the drums, and the wail of the brass once again
filled the room. My shoulders and hips moved with the flow of sound
almost involuntarily. I reached behind me, and unhooked my bra. I did
not let it fall to the floor, but held it in front of me as I slid the
straps off my shoulders, and took my arms out. I danced that way for a
moment flashing little peeks at my nipples to the audience, and then I
tossed it aside. My hands went right to the elastic waistband of my
panties, for the song was almost done. How I got them off without
dislodging my now hard penis from its tuck back between my legs in my
crotch I shall never know, but as the music ended, I stood nude, except
for the shoes and jewelry I still wore, before the "G.G.Girls".
I posed in the nude for a moment after the music stopped to catch my
breath, and let the girls have a good look at me, but Carmen called
out, "You're no finish yet! There's another song!" I had come this
far, so there was no turning back now. The strains of the music came
up once again, and I was dancing in the nude for their pleasure. This
time my penis did not cooperate very well, and popped free of its tuck
to wave about in front of me. My audience loved it! There were cheers
and applause. They thought that it was the climax of my act, and
reacted with enthusiasm. In a couple of minutes the tape ended, and I
stood naked and panting while they applauded wildly.
While the "G.G.Girls" applauded, Tina rose, and walked over to me. She
put her hands on my shoulders, and kissed me on the cheek saying,
"Welcome to the 'G.G.Girls', Bobbi." She did not have to say more.
I had made it through the initiation, and was now one of them. It was
an association well worth having, and I have maintained some of the
friendships to this very day. Most drag queens do not occupy very high
rungs on the social structure ladder of our society. Most of these
girls were different, and they were all worth knowing for some reason
or other.
Tina turned to the group with her arm around my shoulders, and said,
"Well, what do you all think, ladies? Is she good enough to be one of
us?" Another round of applause rippled through the room, and they all
stood to finish it as a standing ovation. The "G.G.Girls" then all
crowded around me to give hugs and kisses of welcome. My penis was
still hard, and I had not gotten to tucking it back between my legs
yet. A couple of the girls joked about that.
Suddenly I felt someone in the crowd touch my penis, and caress it
lightly with their fingers. I traced the arm that those fingers were
attached to, and saw Patty smiling at me. Not being sure of what else
to do when someone fondles my penis, I smiled back at her. She
responded with a flash of her eyes, and by running just the tip of her
tongue over her lips as if to lick them in anticipation. None of the
others saw this, and she finished by blowing me a tiny kiss before she
walked away to finish changing. If that was a proposition as a prelude
to sex, I wish she could have done the rest of it then and there. It
would help me to get rid of this hardon. As it was, I had a difficult
time getting it back into its tuck, but we had a rehearsal to do. Tina
would not let us forget that.
"All right, ladies!," Tina said in a loud voice. "Let's get changed,
and on stage! We have a lot of work to do, so playtime's over for
now!" We all went back to changing. I gathered up the clothes I had
just removed in my striptease, and hung them in my locker. Then I
dressed quickly in my tights, leotard, and dancing shoes. I had just a
moment left to freshen my make-up, and fluff my hair back into place
before Tina was standing at the door to the stage clapping her hands to
hurry us out.
We gathered in a mob on the darkened stage. There was the sound of a
large electrical switch closing, and the stage lights came up. Tina
was standing at the front of the stage facing us with a dancer's timing
stick in her hands. "Let's try a kick line to warm up, shall we?,"
Tina called out. "From my right, I want the order to go Patty, Carmen,
Star, Janet, Billie, and Bobbi! Let's go, ladies! We have work to
do!" Tina was barking orders like a drill sergeant. She always worked
with us that way. She was tough, but the shows were all the better for
it.
Some lively music played in the stage area, and the "G.G.Girls" all
formed up to link arms for balance in the kick line. Tina beat time
with her stick, and looked sternly at us. "Come on, ladies!," she
ordered. "Get those legs up! Higher! Get them up like you do for
your boyfriends!" Tina tapped my thigh with her stick. "Stretch those
hamstrings, Bobbi! Higher!"
I was having trouble kicking as high at the others. Tina tried just
urging me, but I was new at this even though I had been doing some
stretching exercises at home using the back of the sofa as a dancer's
bar. Finally, in desperation, she joined the kick line on my right.
That helped a lot. With Tina on my right, and Billie on my left, I
could get the leverage and balance that I needed. When Tina saw that
it was working, she called a break, and put Billie at the end of the
kick line with me between Billie and Janet. I had found my place among
the "G.G.Girls".
We rehearsed for three hours, but spent most of the time working on the
kick line. We were not doing any skits that week, so the only other
thing we had to practice was being background decoration for one of
Janet's musical numbers. There was not much to that, but Tina worked
us at it for about an hour. We were all quite tired when she finally
called for the rehearsal to end at 10:00PM.
The "G.G.Girls" gathered back in the dressing room. Nobody spoke very
much. We were all too tired from our three hour workout. My leg
muscles ached like they never had before. As a child, I had done all
the normal running and jumping that everyone did, but I had not been
anything approaching athletic since I was about eleven years old.
Dancing may look easy, but anyone who does not see a dancer as an
athlete does not have any understanding of what it is all about. The
only consolation to my aching legs was that all the exercise would help
keep my figure in trim. That was something anyway.
The dressing rooms had a little shower room each, and after that work-
out, we all needed a shower. The shower room had only two shower
heads, so we could only use it two at a time. "You gotta' wait for
your turn, Bobbi," Billie said pointing to the shower room door. "We
use it in seniority order, so that means that you and Patty gotta' go
last because you've been here the least time." That was all right with
me as long as I got in there eventually. Billie and Carmen went in
first, so I guessed that Janet and Star would follow just before Patty
and I. I stripped off my leotard and other things, wrapped a towel
around me, and sat down to wait.
Something struck my mind as I sat there. At the end of my little
striptease, it was Patty who had been stroking my penis, and had blown
me a covert kiss. In a few minutes we would be alone and nude in the
privacy of the shower room. Would she do it again? Would she want to
do more? I heard the door out to the Ladies Room open, and looked up
to see Patty coming back from the toilet wrapped in a towel the same
way I was. She smiled, and came over to sit beside me.
"Would you like a cigarette?," Patty asked as she sat down, and took
one out for herself. "I don't smoke," I answered politely. Patty lit
her's, and took a long puff. "Good idea," she said. "I started a long
time ago when I was thirteen. It's a nasty habit. You live with
Margo, don't you?" I said that I did, and Patty continued. "I like
Margo. She can be a little difficult when she's had too much to drink,
but that's all right. Do you two have any problems about that?"
This seemed like a rather personal line of questioning on Patty's part,
but I suspected that she had something in mind behind it. I decided to
see if my suspicion was correct.
"No, it's not a problem," I answered. "We're just roommates, and not
lovers, after all." I added a little girlish giggle to this to soften
the statement. Patty's eyes flashed when I said that Margo and I were
not lovers. I was right. She was trying to see if I had any romantic
attachments. That was fine. I wondered how far she would go with that
information. "Then I guess it works out as long as she doesn't get in
your way at home," Patty said with a laugh.
Billie and Carmen came out of the shower, and the next shift went in.
"They shouldn't be long," said Patty. "They hate each other, so
there'll be no chatting to slow things up." "Oh?," I said. "I thought
you all got along?" Patty grinned and laughed. "No," she said. "We
might work together, but that doesn't mean we're all friends. Those
two both think that there better than each other. Janet is okay, but
Star is the worst. Just because there're pictures of her wiggling her
naked ass all over 42nd Street, she thinks she's special. That's why
she calls herself 'Star', you know. Her real name's Francis." Patty
was positively catty with her comments. The world of the "G.G.Girls"
was deeper than I thought.
Billie and Carmen were almost finished dressing when Janet and Star
came out of the shower. I got up to get ready to go in, and Billie
called out, "I'm gonna' have a drink before I go home, Bobbi. Meet me
at the front bar if you wanna' talk some more. Tina'll be there too if
I know her." "Thanks!," I called back to her. "I'll see you out
there. I would like a drink." I picked up a couple of extra towels on
the way in, and Patty was right behind me doing the same thing.
Inside the shower room I heard Patty lock the door behind us. I turned
to see what she was up to, and she said, "The others will all be gone
in a few minutes, and room'll be empty. We don't need the janitor
popping in on our shower." That seemed logical enough, so I let it go.
I still thought she had something else on her mind.
The spray of the shower felt good as it cascaded over my aching mus-
cles. I let it just run over me. I was just reaching for the soap
when I felt someone soaping up my back. I looked around to see Patty
standing there. She gave me a sly smile, and said, "Why should we
waste water? You got me going with that striptease you did. What do
you say we finish the job for each other?"
Before I could answer, Patty slipped an arm around my waist, took hold
of my penis with her other hand, and kissed me deeply. I did not have
to answer. I reached down, and touched Patty's small penis. That was
all the answer either of us needed.
We broke the kiss, and looked at each other. I think we both saw the
other in the way that I saw Patty at that moment. Biologically we
might not have been female, but that was the way we presented our-
selves. We were just two sexually aroused women who needed some
release. We both would have preferred to have that release with a man,
but there were no men available at that moment. We could find some
solace in each other's arms.
We were not Lesbian Drag Queens who dressed as women, and looked for
sexual satisfaction from other transvestites. We were more simply like
bisexual women who understood that there were sexual pleasures that
could be had in a variety of ways if we did not limit ourselves, and
cut ourselves off from any segment of the human race. I learned
something about myself in that moment, and have kept the knowledge all
my life.
Patty and I said nothing from then on, but we attended to washing each
other first. It felt good to have her soaping me all over, and I
returned the favor to her obvious pleasure. We worked slowly, paying
special playful attention to each other's penises and breasts. Patty
had just started with hormone treatments, and so had slightly bigger
breasts than I. I enjoyed toying with them, and she worked on mine
with as much gusto too.
At last we were finished washing, and stood in the spray to rinse.
Patty took the lead, and began teasing my nipples with her tongue. She
continued by trailing little kisses all down my body as she crouched in
front of me. She rolled my penis and balls between her hands when she
was all the way down, and then took my penis in her mouth to suck it
hard. Patty gave good head. She tickled at my balls with her fingers
while she sucked. I was beyond myself with excitement, and it took
only moments for me to deliver a load of hot sticky cum into her eager
mouth.
Patty stood, and I knew that it was my turn. My knees were weak, so I
welcomed the chance to kneel in front of her to rest them. I did not
waste time at her breasts, but took her penis directly into my mouth.
I stopped sucking on the shaft only long enough for a taste of her
balls on my tongue. I always like doing that, but I returned to her
penis in a few seconds. I started a rhythmic in and out motion, and
felt her penis grow, and get warm in my mouth. Then my mouth filled
with the hot spurts of Patty's cum. I swallowed it all as she had done
with mine. We both had gotten our release.
Patty and I stood for many minutes in each other's arms in the spray of
the shower. It was not the sort of sexual hug that I got from my male
lovers, but exactly the way I had always imagined that two girlfriends
would hug after giving each other a needed sexual release. That is
what we became then too. We were very much alike in a number of ways.
I liked Patty very much. It was a friendship that would continue far
into the future.
After a time Patty said, "Well, we should get dressed, and go outside
before Billie starts wondering about us. She's sweet, but she can be a
real busybody at times." I agreed, and turned off the shower, so we
could towel off. We helped each other with that too. We were enjoying
our new found friendship very much, and played with each other through
the towels all the way through it.
Outside in the dressing room we dressed quickly. I stuffed the pink
sweater that I had found in the locker into my canvas bag. It needed
to be cleaned before I wore it. Soon we were ready to go back to the
rest of the world. I turned out the lights in the dressing room, and
went to the bar.
Billie was standing by the waitress station at the bar as we approac-
hed. She looked over at Tina who was at a table with Janet. Tina
nodded at Billie, and Billie turned to us to ask, "What do you want to
drink? Tina's buying in honor of our new member." I was feeling like
something stronger than my usual white wine, so I said, "I'll have a
vodka and tonic if that's all right?" Patty ordered a scotch and soda.
Tina nodded agreement, and Billie ordered the drinks from Edie the bar-
maid.
Tina called for us to join her at the table, so Patty and I walked
over, and sat down. Tina looked us both over carefully, and at last
said, "You two like long showers. I almost sent Billie back there to
see if you were all right." The knowing look from Tina that followed
told me that she had a pretty good idea of what had been going on in
the shower room.
Billie arrived at the table with a tray full of drinks, and passed them
out. She put the tray on another table, and sat down with us. Tina
raised her drink, and said, "To our new member! May she dance her way
to stardom!" The "G.G.Girls" all raised their glasses, and drank a
toast to my joining them. I liked being there too.
We sat, and talked for about an hour before we all found reasons to get
home. "Don't forget the show on Saturday night!," admonished Tina. "I
want you all here by six, so we can do a backstage run through in
costume before the nine o'clock show. Don't be late!" I promised that
I would not be late. Wild horses could not have kept me away!
Tina left first, and Patty pushed a bar napkin toward me. "That's my
address and phone number," she said. "If we're going to be friends,
you should know where to find me other than here." I took the napkin,
and hurriedly scribbled my own information on another napkin for her.
"Yes," I answered. "That's a good idea. Maybe we could go shopping,
or something"
I left "The Gilded Grape" to go home. Margo was sitting on the sofa
watching television when I got there. She was even sober. "I decided
to stay home tonight," she said. "How did it go?" All I could say
was, "Great! I had a wonderful time, but I'm tired. I'm going to
bed." Margo said "good night" to me, and I went to my bedroom. I lay
in bed thinking about my day before I slid into an exhausted sleep. It
had been quite a day.
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